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Heels Off. Engine On.
Heels Off. Engine On. is a collection of short, intoxicating vignettes that capture the pulse of escape, power, and freedom. Each story follows a woman caught in the weight of expectation—glittering parties, curated vineyards, city nights—until she chooses the only release that matters: slipping off her heels, sliding behind the wheel, and igniting the engine. Equal parts elegance and adrenaline, these stories celebrate the moment everything shifts.


The Last Glass
The vineyard slept. Music gone. Guests gone. Only the wind moved through the vines, whispering what was left behind. She stood still, heels in hand, the air thick with everything that had been said—and everything that hadn’t. Across the gravel, her car waited in the dark, starlight soft against its curves. She crossed the distance slowly, unhurried, as if time itself had eased its grip. The door closed, the world stilled. With the push of a button, the engine turned over, low
Nov 24, 20251 min read


The Desert Stretch
She hadn’t meant to end up in the middle of nowhere, but the desert had a way of pulling her in. The horizon rippled in the heat, the two-lane road stretching endlessly forward, daring her. Her feet ached from the night before, her patience from the week before. She reached down, tossed her heels onto the seat beside her, and pressed her toes against the clutch. The engine’s snarl shattered the stillness, a beast against the barren silence. She grinned, shifted, and let the c
Nov 17, 20251 min read


The Overpass Turn
The overpass curved above the edge of Oakland, its girders catching flashes of gold from the traffic streaming toward the bridge. Below, her R8 idled in the wash of amber light. A quiet pulse against the restless city. She slipped off her heels before she even reached the car, each click of her steps fading into the night. The pavement was cool beneath her feet, the air thick with the smell of oil and salt from the Bay. When she opened the door, everything else fell away. The
Nov 10, 20251 min read


The Dawn Run
The house was still, filled with sleeping bodies and empty bottles. Last night had been a blur of music, laughter, and promises she didn’t believe. Now the first blush of dawn spilled across the horizon, and she couldn’t stay a moment longer. She tiptoed across the courtyard, heels in hand, the dew soaking her bare feet. The car was parked at the edge of the drive, facing east. She dropped the shoes onto the passenger floor, climbed in, and started the engine. It roared to li
Nov 3, 20251 min read


The Hidden Garage
She hated that party. The music was too loud, the compliments too shallow, and the air too thick with perfume. So, she slipped away,...
Oct 27, 20251 min read


The Vineyard Breakaway
The gathering had been picture-perfect: long tables under string lights, laughter rolling across the vines, glasses raised high. She had...
Oct 20, 20251 min read


The Empty Freeway
The city had gone to sleep. Towering glass and concrete loomed quiet above streets that had been frantic just hours before. Now only...
Oct 13, 20251 min read


The Ocean Road
She had driven out just for air, the kind only the Pacific could give. It's salty, sharp, and relentless. The road hugged the cliffs,...
Oct 6, 20251 min read


The Gala Exit
The ballroom was dripping in chandeliers, silk gowns, and conversations that felt like currency. She had laughed when expected, sipped...
Oct 6, 20251 min read


The Escape at Dawn
The white party had stretched on until dawn. Laughter, champagne, whispered promises-all glitter on the surface, but she felt the...
Sep 22, 20251 min read


Midnight Straightaway
The night had been heavy, filled with too many words, too many expectations. She needed out. The freeway stretched before her like an...
Sep 15, 20251 min read


The Napa Curve
The sun was dropping low, painting the vines in molten gold. She had spent the afternoon smiling politely, sipping wine, pretending the...
Sep 8, 20251 min read
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