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[missmaybe-not]

Booked for Trouble: Perils of Booking a Hotel Room for a Maybe

Hey Maybe Nots and Maybe Yeses! So sorry for the radio silence last week. I was off on a whirlwind travel adventure, collecting stories, getting lost in charming streets, and (of course) navigating the ever-interesting world of international dating. Buckle up, because this week's post is a juicy tale of missed connections, mixed signals, and a whole lot of me yelling at my phone screen.

The Long-Distance Lure: It all began last June, a classic Tinder swipe right that turned into a virtual pen pal situation. He was a foreigner visiting my country, but alas, fate (and my work schedule) had other plans. He was only here for a short visit, and our schedules never quite aligned. Despite the limited time, we kept chatting – a slow burn of sweet nothings that escalated in November. Here's where the red flags started popping up like confetti at a wedding:

Destination Dreams: He tried to convince me to change my vacation plans to his city (thankfully in the same country I was already planning to visit). Blinded by the potential of a meet-cute, I actually changed my itinerary accordingly!

Double Trouble: Fast forward to January, and things were getting serious (or so I thought). We're talking sweet nothings, and I've even booked a double room for our rendezvous. Yes, you read that right. Self-inflicted facepalm moment right there.

The Ghosting Games Begin: By the end of January, radio silence. He completely ghosted me for a month and a half! Excuses poured in later about work and trouble with his ex (due to having a child living in another country, no less). Despite wanting to scream into the void, I offered a listening ear if he needed to vent. Maybe I was falling for the potential, or maybe I was just lonely – either way, I was hooked, and it was bad.

The Back-and-Forth Tango: After establishing a boundary about communication (hello, 3-second voice note!), things went silent again. But wait, there's more! My weak spot (aka Instagram) led me to reply to one of his stories. By then I doubted he knew who I was – the girl with the upcoming trip and the paid-for hotel room! But no. Briefly, things rekindled, only to fizzle out once again.

The (Almost) Grand Finale: Fast forward to last week – my trip to his city. Complete silence from him since March 31st. Did he show up? Did he make an excuse (again)? He texted me while I was on the train, asking for the hotel info and promising to meet for drinks after work. Talk about mixed signals!

Two Nights of Passion (and Questions): He showed up, looking even better than his pictures. The conversation flowed, and after drinks, we ended up back at the hotel. We stopped in front of the elevator waiting for it. The air crackled with anticipation. Suddenly, his eyes met mine. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, his hand holding my waist and back. The kiss was intense, passionate, hungry.

The elevator's ring broke the spell. We turned to each other, half smiles and rosy cheeks. We entered the elevator. With my back to him, I felt his arms wrap around my waist. His kisses trailed up my neck, searching for my lips. No need to say what happened as soon as I opened the door to my room.

He didn’t stay the night, but the following day, there he was and it was basically a copy-paste of the previous night minus the elevator scene (as we had company).

The Aftermath and the New Maybe: We texted for a while after my trip, but the messages dwindled. Now, here I am, confused and conflicted. Am I being irrational for wanting more from a long-distance connection?

Meanwhile, in Another Corner of the Dating Pool: To add another layer of complexity, I've been chatting with someone else from the same country as the previous guy (seems I have a type!). He's a sweetheart, but also comes with his own baggage.

So, what's a girl to do? Here's the thing, love warriors: This is where you come in! Should I wait for the maybe-something with Mr. Miscommunication? Do I give the new guy a chance, even though my heart might not be fully invested? Or is there a Mr. Right lurking around the corner who hasn't swiped right yet?

Spill the tea in the comments! Let's hear your thoughts on this long-distance drama and any advice you might have for a Miss Maybe Not who's feeling a little lost. 

Until next week, stay strong, stay hopeful, and may the dating gods bless you with clear communication and genuine connections!

[thepassionatepen1010]

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[daviddavi09]

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At 79 years old, I never thought I'd fall in love again—let alone get married in secret. After losing my wife of 46 years and resigning myself to a quiet, lonely life, I met Eleanor at a senior fitness class, and everything changed. This is the true story of how we found love when no one, including ourselves, expected it—how we kept our relationship private, faced doubts from our families, and ultimately chose happiness anyway. If you think it's too late for love, let me prove you wrong. Love after 70 isn't just possible—it's powerful.

[joyffree]

“He swore he wouldn’t fall. She never expected to want him to.” The Last Time (The Last Ever #2) Contemporary Second Chance Romance by Anna

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“He swore he wouldn’t fall. She never expected to want him to.”

The Last Time (The Last Ever #2) Contemporary Second Chance Romance by Anna Bloom

Dr. Ryan Simmonds—arrogant, guarded, and too damn gorgeous for his own good. He was supposed to be a one-night escape, nothing more. ✔ Not my sister’s heart surgeon. ✔ Not the man making my children laugh. ✔ And definitely not someone I could fall for when my world is already crumbling.

[bondedbyus]

🍂 Autumn in Vermont: A Second Chance at Love

A Small Town Romance Fiction with Healing, Hope & Heart

The air in Vermont in fall smells of crisp leaves, wood smoke, and cinnamon cider. Maple trees flame in hues of amber and crimson, blanketing the winding roads of Willow Creek, a quaint town tucked between forested hills and sun-dappled lakes. It’s the kind of place where romance blooms again, even when you least expect it.

A Widowed Teacher’s Quiet Life

Grace Whitmore had lived in Willow Creek all her life. At forty-seven, the rhythms of her days were predictable—early morning lesson plans, sleepy-eyed teens in her English class, lunch beneath the school’s old oak tree, and quiet evenings reading poetry with a mug of chamomile.

After her husband passed away from cancer four years ago, Grace had folded her heart into a drawer. She wore his memory like a warm scarf—close, soft, and sacred—but it kept her from feeling anything new. The world outside her window kept changing—Vermont’s autumn leaves turned golden every year—but inside, she was stuck in a permanent winter.

A Divorced Carpenter with a Gentle Soul

Miles Carter had recently returned to Willow Creek after a painful divorce and a failed business venture in Boston. He moved into the fixer-upper his grandfather left behind and took up small carpentry jobs around town. Known for his quiet demeanor, worn denim jackets, and hands that spoke more than he did, Miles carried his own share of scars.

At forty-nine, he wasn’t looking for love. He was looking for peace.

But as fate would have it, peace often brings unexpected companions.

When Romantic Stories Set in New England Come Alive

It was during Willow Creek’s annual Fall Festival—a celebration of pumpkins, poetry, and pie—that their paths crossed. Grace volunteered to read Robert Frost under the maple archway downtown, while Miles was setting up hand-carved wooden booths near the cider stand.

When Grace finished reading “The Road Not Taken”, she noticed a man watching quietly from behind the booth. He clapped last but with genuine warmth. Their eyes met. There was no spark, no thunderclap. Just a calm recognition—like two wandering souls who’d once crossed paths in a dream.

They exchanged polite greetings. Nothing more.

But fate, once nudged, has a habit of circling back.

The Fall Festival Love Story Begins

The next weekend, Grace visited the local library where a community event on “Restoring Nature Trails” was being planned. She wasn’t surprised to see Miles there, signing up to help rebuild the old footbridge by Willow Creek Lake. “Carpentry’s kind of my thing,” he smiled sheepishly.

Over shared coffees, trail maps, and laughter about muddy boots, something quietly grew between them—a warmth that didn’t ask for anything, but gave everything in its presence.

One crisp October morning, as they stood near the half-built bridge, Grace handed Miles a dog-eared poetry book. He took it carefully, his fingers brushing hers.

“Rilke?” he asked.

“He believed sadness sharpens the soul,” she replied.

“Maybe it also shapes us for love,” he whispered.

Emotional Healing in Relationships Through Shared Pain

Both Grace and Miles had learned the language of silence. They didn’t rush the relationship. Instead, they let it build gently—like snow gathering on the porch, unnoticed at first but soon blanketing everything.

They found solace in reading poetry together, cooking meals from faded family recipes, and walking through Vermont’s fall foliage without always needing to speak. One day, they stumbled upon an old hiking trail that led to a hidden spot overlooking the lake. There, under the trees, they sat for hours—laughing, grieving, healing.

“I used to come here with my husband,” Grace said, voice fragile.

Miles nodded. “I came here after my divorce. It felt like the end of something.”

“Maybe now,” she smiled, “it’s the beginning of something.”

A Story About Healing and Slow Romance

Winter crept in like a soft breath. Their walks became shorter, but their conversations deeper. Grace found herself writing poetry again—something she hadn’t done since her twenties. Miles rebuilt the old rocking chair that had belonged to Grace’s husband, placing it on her porch with quiet reverence.

There was no rush for labels or declarations. Their love was a slow burn romance fiction, steady and warming, like logs on a Vermont hearth.

The Gift That Changed Everything: A Compass

On the morning of the first snow, Miles knocked on Grace’s door with a wrapped package in his hands. Inside was a small, engraved brass compass. Its golden surface glinted with quiet wisdom, and the words inscribed on it read:

"May Your Faith Guide You."

Grace ran her fingers over the engraving, tears pooling in her eyes.

“It’s not about direction,” Miles said. “It’s about trust. In yourself. In second chances. In love.”

She smiled. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever given me.”

The Symbol of Love in Second Chance Romance

They placed the compass on the bookshelf beside Grace’s poetry books. It became a symbol—not of travel, but of truth. Whenever they felt lost in memory, grief, or fear, they’d hold it for a moment and remember: love doesn’t always arrive on time, but it always arrives when you’re ready.

Why Second Chance Romance Matters

Autumn in Vermont isn’t just a season—it’s a metaphor. A time when things fall away to make space for something new. A time of color, change, and quiet beauty. Just like Grace and Miles, many hearts are waiting—not for a grand adventure—but for someone to sit beside them in silence and say, “I see you.”

In the golden glow of October, among pumpkin patches and falling leaves, two people who thought love had passed them by found each other—not in fireworks, but in faith.

🌟 Gentle Promotion (Tied to the Story)

The compass Miles gave to Grace, with the words “May Your Faith Guide You,” is not just a fictional gift—it exists. If you’ve ever wanted to express love, direction, or emotional guidance to someone special, a meaningful gift like this can say more than words.

Just like Grace and Miles, it’s not about finding the way forward alone—but about having something—or someone—to help guide you through.

👉 Explore the engraved brass compass here and let faith—and love—lead the way.

If this story touched your heart, we invite you to reflect on the seasons of your own life. Who have you loved? Who have you lost? And maybe, just maybe, who might be waiting for you beneath the golden leaves of your own small town?

Love after loss isn’t just a p#EmotionalLoveStoryossibility—it’s a promise.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Melissa Toppen ~ The Space Between Your Heart & Mine ~ Release Blitz / Teasers

  Title: The Space Between Your Heart & Mine Author: Melissa Toppen Genre: Adult Romance Trope: Second Chance at Love Release Date: December

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Mary Oldham ~ Sisters Before Misters ~ Book Blitz / Teasers

  Title: Sisters Before Misters Series: Silver Linings #2 Author: Mary Oldham Genre: Contemporary Romance Tropes: Second Chance at Love/Love