Alex is true FISH-fullfilment 🤭 Loved that salmon feeding scene. He's such a gentle competent man - yet can show his teeth, too as we see later! But Cait - does she even like the lad? She seems to just sort of tolerate his overtures. Cait come on girl, claim him properly! 💜 DRC I swear you could write about paint drying and I would be there melting into the sofa, heat pooling low in my belly. You have such a way with words, with the language. It's incredibly beautiful, soothing and wholly immersive. And I do enjoy the mystery boiling just underneath the surface.
Thank you so so so much🫶🤩 you always make me smile <3333 I’m having such a good time sprinkling those little mystery crumbs through the story and knowing you’re picking up on them just makes it even better!!! There’s so much more coming and I can’t wait for you to enjoy every twist 🖤🖤
Excuse me, who gave you permission to write a chapter that launches my soul into low orbit?
Because the way Alex storms through scenes like a one-man natural disaster and Caitríona just… stands there with her emotional seatbelt unbuckled? I had to take scheduled breaks. Hydrate. Re-evaluate my life choices.
You really sat down and said,
“What if we craft a man whose red flags are so shiny they could guide ships home — and then make him irresistible?”
AND THEN YOU DID IT.
The tension?
The pacing?
The feral tenderness disguised as rage-management issues?
I was kicking my feet, wheezing, clutching my imaginary pearls, all at the same time.
I swear every time Alex says her name it sounds like a threat wrapped in a kiss someone dropped on the floor.
And Caitríona?
She has the survival instincts of a Victorian governess walking into a haunted attic with a candle and a single question:
“What’s that noise?”
Chaos. Beautiful chaos. Delicious chaos. I absolutely inhaled it.
Please continue ruining my peace with the next chapter.
Oh love, your messages are pure joy. I grin like a fool every time I see your name pop up. Truly, after each chapter I find myself waiting for your thoughts because you breathe life into every scene all over again. You have this wicked way of describing Alex and Cait that makes me want to dive straight back into the manuscript and stir up even more chaos for you. the next chapter is coming, ready to rattle your peace once more. Bring the snacks and the neck brace. I’ll bring Alex....
That's amazing read
Inreally love your stories.
Thi story made my day special
Thanks for sharing and keep writing 💫
Thank you so much !! Welcome to DRC 💫🖤
Alex is true FISH-fullfilment 🤭 Loved that salmon feeding scene. He's such a gentle competent man - yet can show his teeth, too as we see later! But Cait - does she even like the lad? She seems to just sort of tolerate his overtures. Cait come on girl, claim him properly! 💜 DRC I swear you could write about paint drying and I would be there melting into the sofa, heat pooling low in my belly. You have such a way with words, with the language. It's incredibly beautiful, soothing and wholly immersive. And I do enjoy the mystery boiling just underneath the surface.
Thank you so so so much🫶🤩 you always make me smile <3333 I’m having such a good time sprinkling those little mystery crumbs through the story and knowing you’re picking up on them just makes it even better!!! There’s so much more coming and I can’t wait for you to enjoy every twist 🖤🖤
Please, girl, adapt all of these chapters into a book!!!
I really want to❤️😍
Excuse me, who gave you permission to write a chapter that launches my soul into low orbit?
Because the way Alex storms through scenes like a one-man natural disaster and Caitríona just… stands there with her emotional seatbelt unbuckled? I had to take scheduled breaks. Hydrate. Re-evaluate my life choices.
You really sat down and said,
“What if we craft a man whose red flags are so shiny they could guide ships home — and then make him irresistible?”
AND THEN YOU DID IT.
The tension?
The pacing?
The feral tenderness disguised as rage-management issues?
I was kicking my feet, wheezing, clutching my imaginary pearls, all at the same time.
I swear every time Alex says her name it sounds like a threat wrapped in a kiss someone dropped on the floor.
And Caitríona?
She has the survival instincts of a Victorian governess walking into a haunted attic with a candle and a single question:
“What’s that noise?”
Chaos. Beautiful chaos. Delicious chaos. I absolutely inhaled it.
Please continue ruining my peace with the next chapter.
I’ll bring snacks and a neck brace.
Oh love, your messages are pure joy. I grin like a fool every time I see your name pop up. Truly, after each chapter I find myself waiting for your thoughts because you breathe life into every scene all over again. You have this wicked way of describing Alex and Cait that makes me want to dive straight back into the manuscript and stir up even more chaos for you. the next chapter is coming, ready to rattle your peace once more. Bring the snacks and the neck brace. I’ll bring Alex....