June always waits behind the door with a grin. One minute I’m complaining about spring allergies, and the next the days are long, the evenings are soft, and I’m wondering how half the year disappeared.
I’m slowing down enough to notice things. I am watching the small moments that end up meaning more than the big ones. I’ve been taking my coffee outside, letting the sun do its thing, and reminding myself that life doesn’t always need a grand plot twist. Sometimes it just needs a pause.
I hope...
Some people pass through our lives lightly, and then there are the ones who leave a quiet imprint you feel at the oddest moments. A song. A sentence. A memory you didn’t ask for but don’t really want to lose.
On My Mind and in My Heart makes distance feel both impossible and strangely bearable, because the connection itself refuses to fade.
What I’ve heard from readers this month is that they recognize that feeling, the slow burn, the unfinished sentence, the way someone can stay present in...
When I first started putting together the letters that make up my book, I knew I was writing about love. But as the manuscript took shape, I realized I needed to make something clear to you, my readers.
This is a love story, not a romance.
I know, it’s a subtle distinction.
When we think of a "romance novel," we often expect a specific formula: two people meet, face conflict, and ultimately end up in a guaranteed happily-ever-after. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I love a good...
March has arrived, that strange mix of cold mornings and hopeful afternoons. I always find myself waking up a little earlier this time of year, as if my mind knows spring is on its way before the calendar does.
I’ve been thinking about that as I work on my current project. Some days the writing comes easily; other days it feels like walking through fog. But progress is progress, even when it’s slow, especially when it’s slow.
It’s also easy to overlook how far we’ve come. We wait for big...
February always sneaks up on me. It’s short, a little uneven, and somehow still manages to feel like a turning point. Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s the way the light hangs on a little longer each afternoon. Or maybe it’s the fact that this is the month when people start talking about love again.
Not the loud kind. The small, steady versions.
The way someone remembers how you take your coffee.
The text that arrives at the exact moment you need it.
Those are the moments I’ve been paying attention...
The season of giving is here, and I couldn’t be more excited to share something special with you. To celebrate the holidays, I’m hosting a Goodreads Giveaway for my debut novel, On My Mind and in My Heart.
This heartfelt story of love, resilience, and second chances is now available for readers to win. It’s the perfect book to curl up with during the winter months, and I’d love for it to find a place on your shelf.
Giveaway Details
• Runs until: January 1, 2026
• Format: E‑book
• To enter on...
They went online, not expecting much; it was 1998.
They stepped into a world of heartfelt letters, where language is tender, time is layered, and their story invites you to pause, feel, and remember.
Not just a love story, but a journey of growth, longing, passion, renewal, vulnerability—and the quiet bravery of starting again.
If you’ve ever planted hope in soft soil, this one is for you.
On My Mind and in My Heart is now available in paperback and free with Kindle Unlimited.
For a limited...
There’s something about October that invites a slower kind of breath. The leaves don’t fall; they release. The light doesn’t fade; it softens. And in that hush, I find myself returning to the novel, not as its author, but as its witness.
This season, the story feels different. More tender. More earned.
The emotional arc of the book now mirrors the trees outside my window; what once burned bright now curls inward, asking to be held. If you’ve read it, you know the moment I'm referring to. That...
Dear Reader,
This book began as a whisper; letters breathed into the spaces between healing and hope. I never dreamed they’d one day find your hands. Each page cradles a piece of my heart; perhaps, in these quiet words, you’ll find your own echo.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling.
Gabrielle A. Hunter