Every Other Thursday Book Novels & Stories

Porter smirked. Janine rolled her eyes. When did she ever deserve this kind of job? This is too much torture for her. She has always been a good girl, right? But why did Porter have to come to her life? She sighed for the thousandth time and shut her eyes. “Patience is a virtue.” She chanted repeatedly to herself before continuing to work on the proposal. Why did the stressors come this once? Why did Porter Kim have to come to her life anyway? This is so wrong.

The third novel published on a Thursday in February. The title — Both Parties — on the cover above Elian's name, the cover designed with the same restraint as the first two, the publisher understanding that the work carried its own weight and the cover's job was simply to hold it. The first sentence was on the first page: The land had been here before anyone came to it and would be here after everyone left, but in the time between, it was possible — if you stayed long enough and paid the right kind of attention — to enter into a conversation with it that changed both parties permanently.

He tugged her sweater down, smoothed her hair, and retrieved his glasses from the table with the same careful precision he used on the rare books. He unlocked the glass door, checked the dark hallway, and looked back at her. “Next Thursday,” he said quietly. “Same time. Don’t bother with the folio.” Then he stepped aside so she could leave. Nora walked out through the silent library, thighs pressed together, the heavy reminder of him still warm inside her, already counting the days until the doors locked again.