Secrets & Smoke: A Heartfelt Romance Amidst Wildfire Tragedy

How It All Started…

I don’t remember the exact moment this story started.
I just remember the sky turned gray, and everything felt fragile.

In 2017, wildfires tore through the Texas High Plains. I fast-drafted the beginnings of a novel that November but let it mostly sit—out of respect, out of grief, out of that quiet uncertainty that asks, Who am I to tell this story? Years later, another fire swept through that same stretch of land. And the question changed.

Who am I not to?

That’s how Secrets & Smoke was born—a novel about what happens after the fire, after the loss, after the silence. About a cowboy trying to live up to the legacy, a woman running toward a future that scares her, and the secrets that spark when their paths collide.

There’s heat in this story—but it’s the kind that simmers.
There’s suspense—but it arrives with slow reveals and emotional gut punches.
And there’s a romance—but not the tidy kind.

This is love in the middle of rebuilding.
Love that asks hard questions.
Love that doesn’t always know how to ask for what it needs.

It’s the first book in the Chambers County Romance series:

  • Book One: Secrets & Smoke – complete and on submission
  • Book Two – drafted and in revision
  • Book Three – in the works (the characters are more than ready—I just type and think slowly)

If you’ve ever rooted for the quiet one, the messy one, or the kind of love that shows up in small ways before it ever says it out loud, you might feel right at home here.

Thanks for being curious.
Thanks for reading.
And thank you for making space for stories like this.

—KRB

Tohrment: The Quiet Hero of the Black Dagger Brotherhood

An Open Letter to JR Ward

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

I started my reread of the Black Dagger Brotherhood series in anticipation of the Passionflix adaptation—and let’s be honest, the TikTok love fest didn’t hurt. Watching new readers discover this world has been one of the most joyful things I didn’t know I needed. There’s something special about seeing others fall for characters you’ve carried with you for years.

I was late to the series, probably 7-10 yrs behind the rest of the world. From the moment Tohrment stepped onto the page in Dark Lover, I was hooked. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. But something about him stayed with me—steady, grieving, quietly dangerous in the way still water runs deep.

I speed-read the series just to get to his book. I couldn’t wait to see him finally take center stage.

And then…
Book Ten came. And he didn’t. Not the same way Wrath, Rhage, Zsadist, Butch, Vishous and Phury had done, and let’s not forget the THREE other books that he patiently waited through.

There was so much going on—other threads, other couples, other heartbreaks.
And Tohrment, the one I had chased across ten books, felt like a side story in his own book.

I was disappointed. Not because it wasn’t well written, but because it wasn’t what I’d pictured. Kind of like when the actor cast to play your favorite book boyfriend doesn’t quite live up to the version in your head… # irony I wanted fireworks. I wanted vengeance. I wanted the kind of love that explodes.

But this time around, and I’m only up to book six—older, maybe a little more weathered—I see it.
I see him.

It’s hard to write a main character who doesn’t demand the spotlight. To give us a man who won’t fight for his own happiness, who doesn’t believe he deserves it, who keeps showing up for everyone else instead.

The moment Tohr opens his arms to John Matthew(Lover Enshrined) when he could’ve pulled away, stayed closed off, protected his pain instead of his son? That was it. That’s when I got it! He doesn’t flinch. He just… receives it. Like he always has.

You gave us the slow rebuild of a man who had no reason to hope.

And you didn’t rush it. You didn’t tie it in a bow. You let it hurt, and stall, and stretch until healing showed up looking nothing like he expected.

That takes guts. That takes restraint. That takes the kind of storytelling that sticks.

I didn’t understand him the first time. But I do now.

Thank you for writing him the way you did. For making room on the page for quiet strength, for slow redemption, and for the kind of love that doesn’t chase the spotlight—but still shows up in full.

I have more letters to write. Phury’s story surprised me in ways I wasn’t ready for. The V and Butch Bromance and Why People Get It Wrong. And don’t even get me started on the fallen angels. But for now—to Tohr. And to the woman who gave him back to us.

Which Brother or side character surprised you the most? Do you feel differently as you revisit the series?

The Impact of Note-Writing: A Thank-You to Influential Authors

The first note I sent wasn’t meant to be the start of anything. But afterward, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many authors have given me something worth thanking them for. So I’m sharing this one—the note that launched the series—as the very first. To Maria Popova at The Marginalian

Dear Maria,

Sometimes the algorithms get it right. They led me to your piece Walt Whitman on What Makes Life Worth Living, and I’m so glad they did. While I wouldn’t call myself a student of Whitman, I’ve grown to appreciate his reverence for nature and the quiet healing found in simple pleasures—gardening, walking barefoot in the grass, pausing to notice the world.

Visiting your site felt less like scrolling and more like overhearing a conversation I didn’t know I needed—a gentle dialogue about meaning, beauty, and the grace of being alive. I haven’t wanted to sit and binge-read in ages, but I found myself lingering, drawn in by your reflections. I’ve subscribed to your newsletter, made a small donation, and will continue to support your work when I’m able.

Thank you for sharing your gift so generously. The world is better for it.

Warmly,
Kristine Brorman

Have you ever been moved to write to an author or artist?

Writing Thank-You Notes to Influential Writers

This series started this morning, July 3, 2025, with a note.

One of those crack-of-dawn, pre-coffee, heart-full moments where the right words from someone else settled something in me—and I just needed to say thank you. No clue what motivated me to send it. I definitely didn’t expect to keep going. But here I am, launching a new series: Here’s Who I’m Thanking This Week—open letters to the authors, artists, and storytellers whose work has stuck with me.

And truthfully?
It started even earlier.

During the long stretch of uncertainty that was 2020, I began a daily gratitude journal. It wasn’t fancy. Just a few minutes a day. But that habit got me through some rough mornings and heavy seasons. I kept it up for nearly two years—and though I’ve fallen out of the daily rhythm, the mindset never left.

So this series isn’t just about books.
It’s about what those books gave me.

It’s about laughter when I needed lightness.
A well-timed line that hit like truth.
A quiet, steady character who reminded me how strength really looks.

Each letter is different. Some are short and sharp. Others meander through memory. Some celebrate well-known authors, and others spotlight books I picked up on a whim and never quite got over. All of them are love letters—expressions of genuine gratitude for the stories that linger.

They’re not reviews.
They’re not critique.
They’re just… thank-yous. From one writer, one reader, to another.

If you’ve ever finished a book and thought I wish I could hug the person who wrote this, you might find something to love here.

Thanks for reading.
Thanks for being here.
And thanks to the authors who keep showing us what stories can do.

Who would you write a letter to?