Emery Blake has always lived with her heart wide open, through her art, through her friendships, and through every quiet moment she captures behind her camera. But when life delivers a heartbreak she never expected, she finds herself standing at a crossroads she isn’t sure how to navigate. Healing becomes her quiet mission. Rediscovering herself becomes her only plan.
Caught between two very different kinds of love, one rooted in history, the other blooming in possibility, Emery must face the truth she has been avoiding. This isn’t just a story about choosing between two men. It’s a story about choosing herself… and discovering where love truly finds its way.
A Love for Emery is a warm, heartfelt, slow-burn contemporary romance filled with emotion, self-discovery, friendship, and the tender, breathtaking moments that change everything. Perfect for readers who crave healing love stories, quiet intimacy, and the beauty of second chances.
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Chapter 1
The Way the Light Fell
The morning sun slipped through the tall windows of Harbor & Hearth, the kind of coffee shop that felt more like a sanctuary than a business. The air smelled of roasted beans and warm vanilla, and the soft murmur of early customers blended with the low jazz humming through the speakers.
Emery Quinn liked to come before the rush, claiming her usual table near the corner where the light hit just right. It was the one spot where shadows softened and the world felt honest enough for her camera to understand. She unfolded her notebook, the pages smudged with ideas she hadn’t been brave enough to chase yet. There were moments she felt like she was close to capturing something meaningful, but lately, she’d been living on the edge of almost.
Emery was a photographer who could see the beauty in anything except her own life lately. After three missed opportunities, two canceled exhibitions, and one breakup she refused to discuss, she promised herself she would rebuild without rushing. Slow was safer. Slow was steady. Slow meant she could stay in control of her heart.
She traced the rim of her mug with her fingertip as if trying to memorize the warmth. Sometimes she believed she could find her way again if she could just learn to start. Other times she wondered if she had already fallen too far behind people who never second-guessed themselves. Today she told herself to breathe, to stay open, to see the world again the way she once did—through light and patience.
The door chimed softly and a quiet hush followed, the kind of shift that made people look up without realizing why. Noah Caldwell stepped inside, brushing a winter chill from his coat. He wasn’t loud or demanding, just quietly magnetic, like someone who carried a secret he refused to let burden the room. He owned the newly renovated bookstore across the street, Caldwell & Sons, though the “& Sons” part was sentimental, he had no children yet.
He moved with the calm purpose of a man who built things slowly and kept his promises. People respected him without needing to be told why. Noah ordered his usual black coffee and waited with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, his gaze thoughtful. When he turned, he noticed Emery before she noticed him. She always sat in the light. Somehow, she belonged to it.
He admired that she seemed to disappear and stand out at the same time, a contradiction he couldn’t quite understand but found himself drawn to each morning. For three weeks they had exchanged polite nods, soft smiles, and near-conversations that lived somewhere between courage and hesitation. He never wanted to interrupt her ritual, but he also never seemed to leave without looking back once more than he meant to.
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