The Orchard of Wives. Dark Romance Nights, #11

Amanda thought she was escaping a divorce. Instead, she stepped into a hunger that had been waiting for her. Radley Orchard isn't just land-it's a lure. Hidden behind brambles and dripping fruit, it hums with heat and whispered promises. The trees lean in. The fruit glistens like mouths. And the women who tend it? They don't ask. They take. There's Rosie, soft and slow and dangerous in her quiet confidence.
Penny, all teeth and tongue and taunts. And Anneka, whose kisses taste like forgetting. Under their hands, Amanda is unraveled-bitten, marked, tasted, claimed. Each orgasm carves her deeper into the land. Each fruit brings her closer to something she's not sure she wants. but can't stop craving. The Orchard of Wives is a slow-burn erotic fairytale of queer desire, ritual seduction, and feminine power-where the line between pleasure and possession vanishes with every moan.
You don't walk away from this orchard. You bloom.