Six weeks. One account. Two people who aren’t supposed to want each other.
Nora has built a reputation that no one can touch—sharp enough to make twenty-two look like a number that actually matters.
When Elias arrives as the new Art Director, she’s ready to prove she doesn’t need him to make her look good.
What she doesn’t count on is that he notices everything.
The shoes she chooses. The moment she stops wearing them.
The barefoot arc of her foot against the table.
The way she moves when she thinks no one’s watching.
And he wants her feet in his hands in a way that’s specific and real and something he absolutely will not make her problem—until the moment when not saying it becomes its own kind of problem
Six Weeks is a contemporary romance about desire for feet—the noticing, the waiting, the moment of disclosure, and what happens when someone finally admits they’ve been watching. Sensual and intimate.
Written for readers who want romance that’s specific about what it wants, and characters who actually talk about desire before acting on it.
