Elise is forty-seven. Married fifteen years. Two kids. A good man at home-steady, kind, reliable. The kind who keeps the house standing.
But the fire?
The fire has been left to burn down to embers.
No cruelty. No betrayal. Just years of routine hands, predictable touch, a flame that never quite gets fed. Elise isn't starving for love-she's starving for heat. For the kind of attention that knows when to slow down, when to add wood, when to let the fire breathe instead of smothering it with habit.
So when she escapes to Jamaica with Stace and Jenny, it isn't rebellion-it's oxygen.
The island doesn't seduce her. It listens. Salt air. Sun-heavy afternoons. Nights that move to their own rhythm. And then there's Jahmar-twenty-eight, grounded, unhurried. A man who understands that a woman's fire doesn't need to be taken... it needs to be tended.
He doesn't throw logs on a cold flame.
He warms her first.
He learns her heat patterns. Waits for her to open. Feeds her deeper-slow, steady, intentional. And in the hush after the blaze, he stays. That's what undoes her. Not the spark, but the patience. Not the burn, but the way he doesn't walk away once the room cools.
More Wood for Her Fire is a sensual, intimate story about a woman remembering how desire is built-not rushed. About how being a mother, a wife, a caretaker doesn't erase the woman underneath. About learning that passion isn't reckless-it's rhythmic.
This book is for the woman who's been warm enough for everyone else.
And is finally ready to burn again.
Bring more wood to her fire.
