Winter in Montreal

A study-abroad Period novel! A niche subject. A slow burn, but there's a pleasant surprise if you read the first three chapters.

“When we met, I wasn't the best version of myself, and you had already missed your best years. But it was only after going through our imperfections that we understood what we wanted most, and what we needed to cherish above all.”

The story of a sweet, gentle girl from an ordinary family who warms the heart of a big dog of a man exiled far from home with her cooking.

A quiet story best read in peace. A balm for the soul.

No domineering CEO, no genius, no yandere. Just an ordinary, tender-hearted love story between a man and a woman. One-on-one romance, no melodrama, carried entirely by the writing. A little happiness, a little sadness. Happy ending.

No System, no overpowered hero. I knew while writing this that it wasn't the kind of story that “draws traffic,” but I still wanted to write it. So here I am, humbly clasping my hands. If it catches your eye, please give it a little traffic, especially since it's complete. Thank you.