Chasing Tigers Through Silence and Sound

Thanks for being here. Seriously.

Some love stories start with a look across a room. This one started with a man sitting alone in the dark, listening to a stranger’s voice, and recognizing something in her music that he’d never been able to name in himself.

Craig isn’t a romantic in the traditional sense. He’s analytical, controlled, the kind of person who understands emotion better when it’s filtered through someone else’s art. And then Lizet happens to him, and none of that armor is worth anything anymore.

She warns him. More than once, clearly, at a cliff’s edge with the ocean behind her. He stays anyway. That’s the whole story, really -- not the music, not the fair, not even the concert at the end. It’s the moment a person decides that someone worth the risk is still worth it, even after they’ve told you exactly how it’s going to hurt.

I loved writing these two. I hope you feel it.

If you want to explore more of my books and the world we’re building around these stories, everything lives over at kiralorneromance.com. No obligation, just more stories waiting if you want them.

-Kira