Echoes of Us

Foreword

Why Romance?

I've been asked that question more times than I can count, and the answer is simple.

Because love isn’t just soft kisses and whisperings of “I love you.” It’s teeth sinking into lips, fingers tangled in hair, a breathless “don’t stop.

” It’s obsession and surrender, the slow burn that leaves you aching and the wildfire that consumes you whole.

It’s the way a single look can make your skin tingle, the way someone’s voice can wreck you in all the right ways.

Love is messy, wild, and unapologetically raw—and I fucking live for it.

And that’s what I want for you. I want you to believe in the kind of love that stops time.

The kind that crashes into you when you least expect it, leaving you breathless, shaken, and undeniably his or hers.

That’s fate, sweetheart. And when it finds you?

Let it consume you. Let it ruin you. Let it own you.

So here’s Echoes of Us. I wrote this to make you feel—to crave, to ache, to shatter, to come undone.

Let it drag you under. Let it make you scream in frustration, clench your thighs, bite your lip, and maybe—just maybe—believe in love a little more.

And if you end up breathless, wrecked, or needing a cold shower?

Good. That means I did my job.

Now, fall—hard, deep, and without restraint.

—Aaron