Second Act Stories

Today feels less like a launch and more like a letting go.

For a long time, this story lived only with me—quietly, insistently—asking to be written when I wasn’t sure I was ready to listen. I didn’t set out to write a book about desire. I set out to write a woman who had gone still, and what happens when stillness begins to crack.

The Taste of Crimson: Angyel is not about reinvention as spectacle.
It’s about noticing. It’s about the moment when the body whispers before the mind catches up. It’s about realizing that what you buried to survive is not gone, it’s patient.

Angyel is in her fifties. She has done everything she was supposed to do. She has built a life that works. And yet—something in her remains unanswered.

Writing her meant sitting with discomfort, with longing, with the truth that desire does not expire with age. It does not belong only to youth. Sometimes it waits until we are finally quiet enough to hear it.

This book asked me to trust that truth.
To write intimacy without apology.
To let curiosity lead instead of fear.

And today, I’m releasing her into the world.

If you choose to read this story, I hope it meets you gently. I hope it reminds you that becoming is not a failure of who you were—it’s an honoring of who you still are. That it is never too late to feel, to want, to listen inward and say, yes, that matters.

So today, on this Valentine’s Day, I offer this book as a different kind of love letter.

One written not to another person but to the self who refused to disappear.

With gratitude,
Amy

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