Some stories are written with ink. This one is written with love. Letters to My Son is a collection of my heart, carefully placed into words for the little boy who changed my life forever. It is a journey through motherhood—the laughter, the tears, the lessons, the prayers, and the countless moments that have shaped us both. These pages are not just letters. They are pieces of my soul, written so that no matter where life takes you, you will always know how deeply you are loved. One day, you will grow from a curious little boy into a strong young man. You will make your own choices, chase your own dreams, and build a life that is uniquely yours. When that day comes, I hope you return to these letters and hear my voice in every page—encouraging you, believing in you, and reminding you that you have always been enough. This book is my way of preserving the moments that time tries to steal: your innocent smile, your gentle heart, your kindness, and the love you've shown me every day. It is also a reminder that before you became the man the world would know, you were first the little boy who made me a mother. May these letters comfort you when life feels heavy, guide you when you're uncertain, and remind you that no distance, no season, and no circumstance could ever lessen a mother's love. Wherever life leads you, remember this: You were, and always will be, one of my greatest blessings. With all my love, Mum

She met him on a dating app — a man too smooth to be real, too charming to be safe. Dr. Adrian was everything she thought she wanted: ambitious, handsome, confident, and mature. He spoke like he’d seen the world and touched it with steady hands. And when he looked at her, she felt seen in ways she hadn’t in years.But their story never unfolded in candlelit restaurants or on long evening walks. There were no flowers, no dates, no public affection. Only dimly lit rooms, quiet car rides, and stolen hours between his sheets.At first, she told herself it was fine. She wasn’t ready for love anyway — just a distraction. But the more time she spent in his world, the more she started to disappear from her own. He never promised her forever, yet every kiss felt like one. Every touch burned with the illusion of something deeper.She became addicted — not to him, but to the way he made her forget. Forget her loneliness. Forget the ache of men who wanted her beauty but not her soul. Forget the voice in her head whispering that this wasn’t love.Until the silence became unbearable. Until she realized that every time he left her bed, he took a piece of her self-worth with him.Now, she’s standing on the edge of who she used to be — caught between desire and dignity, passion and pain. And for the first time, she’s ready to ask the question she’s been avoiding: What if the love she’s been searching for was never in his arms, but within herself all along?Between His Sheets is a raw, captivating story about the dangerous comfort of temporary love and the long road to rediscovering one’s worth. It explores the side of modern romance most women never speak about — the quiet heartbreak of being good enough to touch but not enough to keep.Carolyne Syombua weaves a tale that’s sensual yet soulful, bold yet deeply human. Every page burns with the tension between lust and longing, and every chapter peels back another layer of vulnerability, revealing what it truly means to crave connection in a world that confuses attention for affection.This isn’t just a story about a woman and a man.It’s a story about every woman who’s ever been almost loved.Between his sheets, she found passion.Outside them, she found herself.

Prologue – The Secret He Carried From the very first lecture, Dennis knew there was something about her.He couldn’t explain it — not in a way that would make sense to anyone else — but the moment she walked into the room, the air shifted.She didn’t try to draw attention. She didn’t need to.In a class dominated by men, she was the single stroke of color in a grey landscape. Her beauty wasn’t the loud, demanding kind; it was quiet, refined, the kind that lingered in the mind long after the eyes looked away.She took her seat by the window, her notebooks neatly arranged, her pen ready before he’d even spoken a word. And when she looked at him, it wasn’t with the starry-eyed curiosity of most students — it was simply attentiveness. Pure, uncalculated focus. She didn’t know it, but that made her even harder to ignore.Dennis had been a lecturer long enough to know the rules.Rules about conduct, rules about boundaries, rules about the distance that must exist between a teacher and a student. He had built his career on discipline, on keeping lines clear and untouchable. But there was something about Amarah that made those lines blur in his mind, no matter how firmly he told himself to redraw them.He caught himself watching her too often — the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when concentrating, the slight furrow of her brow when solving a problem, the faint smile that played at her lips when she understood something before the rest of the class did.He told himself it was nothing.He told himself it was just professional admiration for a bright, capable student.But late at night, long after the lecture halls were empty, he still thought about her. And that wasn’t professional at all.She, on the other hand, had no idea.To Amarah, Dennis was just another lecturer — respectable, composed, a man whose life existed entirely within the four walls of the university. She didn’t notice the way his eyes softened when they landed on her. She didn’t see how he sometimes lingered after class, as if waiting for an excuse to speak to her.But he noticed everything.Every detail. Every small, unintentional way she stood out.And one day, he would give in.One day, he would cross the invisible line he’d been guarding so fiercely — and she would learn that the CAT mark he asked her about was never really about academics at all.