Electric Blue

He kept one rule for years. Then he noticed ten fingertips of electric blue.

Adam Cole is thirty, American, and nervous on the first morning of term in a way that has nothing to do with being late. Bìhé is a small river city that smells of wet concrete and fried dough, and the life he has built here is gentle and carefully quiet: a dog who loves every guest, two cats who love nobody, a 3D printer that turns out crooked little dog charms, a pen name nobody knows — and one rule. 

Don't date anyone you teach.

Then he spots her in the second row. Long dark hair, a cheap plastic clip, a pink notebook, and a blue so bright it looks electric. Luci says she's bad at sports, and bad at not saying the first thing she thinks. By the end of the day she has sent him a sneaky photo of himself mid-sentence. By the next morning she has sent something far more dangerous: pages of honest, funny, wonderfully thorough notes on the story he has never let anyone read.

What follows is slow, careful, and so warm it hurts. A thermos of her mother's jasmine tea. A hug planned like a mission: side door, quiet, four seconds. A black teddy bear that smells like him. Tomato noodle soup at a table with plastic stools, where a knee under the table is definitely not an accident.

Adam believes in asking. 

Stop means stop. Wait means wait. More means I listen.

 Luci sets the pace, and when his door finally opens, the heat that has been building between late-night WeChat messages and wrongly toned Mandarin has nowhere left to hide.

But secrets get heavy in a small town. Adam can keep quiet. Luci's face tells on her. And the hardest part of loving someone you are not supposed to love turns out not to be hiding it — it is wanting, so badly, to say it out loud.

Electric Blue is a standalone contemporary romance novella of about 21,000 words, told in alternating first-person chapters: tender, funny, slow-burning and fully steamy, with a careful hero, a heroine who knows what she wants, a dog named Mochi, and a hopeful, happy-for-now ending. For adult readers.

Perfect if you love: slow burn, secret relationships, age-gap tension, heroes who listen, comfort food and tea, and love stories that stay a little bit loud inside.