The Early Spring Novels & Stories

My dad may be an idiot, but he's loaded. I may be useless at everything, but at least I'm pretty. My older sister, Yvonne Quinn, is the only smart one in the family. She has grand ambitions, so she has no interest in inheriting our little family business. In the end, Dad makes the call and picks the poorest but most even-tempered guy among the top-ranking students to marry me and join the Quinn family. As it turns out, Dad has an excellent eye for people. Yannick Jordan really is the perfect husband. He's strikingly handsome and refined, gentle and patient by nature, and thoughtful and attentive in everything he does. In just two years, he becomes a rising star in the business world, and I b

After failing to seduce his ice queen CEO wife, Josie Sinclair, for the 999th time, Tyler Ford finally called his sister Zoey. "I've decided to get a divorce, Zoey." There was three-seconds of silence before Zoey said solemnly, "I told you long ago that you would never be able to bring someone like Josie down from her pedestal." Tyler teared up as he smiled. "You're right. I was way over my head."

The crisp mountain air still carried a sharp, lingering hint of winter’s bite, but the dark earth beneath the receding snow smelled rich, damp, and vibrantly alive. Elena stood on the wooden terrace of the cliffside home, her eyes closed as she breathed in the earthy fragrance of the awakening world. She let her heavy wool shawl slip from her shoulders, letting the midday sun bathe her face in a warm, golden glow. After months of staring at blinding white snowfields and listening to the howling gales against the glass, the raw vitality of spring felt like a physical rebirth.

It may only make it worse. So I give up and go back to the vines. “The small ball right here means a flower will bloom. “ I move one under the leaves. “See this?” “That’s a bud?” Mykhol stretches one hand over my chest to touch the small ball. “Er, yes, it is.” I turn but stop as I spy Mykhol’s lips. They are close—almost too close. ”And things are turning green again. Spring may come early.” “That would be nice.” Mykhol leans in. His chest brushes against my shoulders. “Do you like spring?”

2 months later Alicia The wind was strong in my face and body almost forcing me out of my position overlooking a spectacular landscape beneath my feet. I felt completely an utterly free, my dress flowing behind me in the wind. The sun was just rising in the horizon waking the world from its hazy slumber. Spring was coming as the snow and cold had finally letting it´s tyranic grasp loosen. Now the distinct smell of earth and a distant and very frail scent of new life blossoming.

But even the harshest seasons end. Now, the ice is cracking. The ground, once frozen, softens under her steps. Somewhere beneath, the first roots stretch awake. She doesn't rush them. Spring never comes loud. It arrives in whispers—in quiet mornings, in steady light, in the slow bloom of something new. And this time, it’s hers. Amanda is renewed, in this coming springtime when everything is sprouting. --- Riley doesn’t move. The door clicks shut behind Amanda. Rain hisses against the windshield. It blurs the world beyond into a watercolor smear.

Five days after Orion's promise, the kingdom woke to a different sort of morning. The sharp bite that had lingered through winter was gone. The air felt lighter somehow. Easier. Windows stood open throughout parts of the city. Merchants no longer wrapped themselves in three layers before stepping outside. Children had resumed their favorite hobby of ignoring weather entirely. And everywhere, signs of spring continued appearing— slowly, patiently and inevitably.

She woke early. The fourteenth of March and the property in early spring, which was not yet the real spring — that was still weeks away, the tentative provisional maybe-spring of mid-March, the kind that came and then could be taken back by a late cold snap without notice. The garden under its mulch. The oak tree showing the first suggestion of bud. The suggestion of green that was not yet green, not yet committed. She stood at the kitchen window with her coffee. The book was in the world.

Spring Again The third spring at Blackmoor came the way the second had — recognizably, without the quality of discovery that first springs carry, with the quality that recognized things carry instead: the warmth of a thing you know how to receive. Elara stood at the east window on the morning of the first real warmth and breathed it in and felt the specific pleasure of someone who has been through enough cycles of the same season to know what is coming and to be glad of it.

She got a sexy smile, "Works for me...and I do the same to you, sweetie." Walking up to the window, I gave her bottom a little squeeze, "Nuthatch...they're nuthatches." Then I noticed how right she was...with the first hints of foliage and spring bloom, the garden was bathed in this dreamy warm light and the branches swayed with a soft breeze. I shook my head, "It is amazing...and everything changes so fast this time of year."