Romance Weekly
Join us for a new podcast that will sweep you off your feet and capture your heart. "Romance Weekly". Each week we delve into a new romantic love story, brimming with emotion and passion. From whirlwind romances to slow-burning connections, we'll explore tales of love that triumph over challenges and conquer all obstacles. Immerse yourself in the enchanting world of love as we share heartwarming narratives of couples overcoming difficulties, navigating relationships, and discovering the true power of love. Get ready to be captivated by the magic of "Romance Weekly" as we celebrate the enduring power and beauty of love.This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5967912/advertisement
Recent Episodes
Oct. 3, 2026
Wrong Number Pt 2: 28 Days in His House. He Won't Touch the Bond. Fated Mates, Werewolf Romance)
Fated mates. Werewolf pack. Forced proximity. Only one house. Slow burn. Twenty-eight days in a manor where everyone can hear her heartbeat, and Sadie has a plan: treat her own severance like a client wedding, build the best un-bonding in pack history, and walk out free on the full moon. The plan does not survive Cal, who refuses to pull on the bond at all, tells the pack she is free to leave, and courts her the slow human way instead, leaving coffee at her door at exactly the right temperature.
Sept. 27, 2026
Wrong Number Pt 1: The Mate Bond Fired on the Wedding Planner (Fated Mates, Werewolf Romance)
Fated mates. Werewolf pack. Human heroine. Forced proximity. Slow burn. Sadie plans weddings for a living and believes in exactly none of them, which makes her the ideal person to stage the Thorne ceremony: three hundred guests, an estate with no...
Sept. 20, 2026
THE ONE WHO CAME BACK — Part 4: The Gaps in Him Weren't Empty. They Were Things Nobody Would Say.
Eleven years she thought the art was the gold. It isn't. The gold is only what lets you do the actual thing, which is to stop pretending the break didn't happen. You cannot mend a bowl by gluing it back into the shape it was. That bowl is a lie, and it will crack along the same line forever, because the break is still in it, denied. You mend it by making the break true — this broke, this is where, and now it is part of the shape. She has been laying counterfeit gold for three years. Her own long
Sept. 13, 2026
THE ONE WHO CAME BACK — Part 3: There Was No Catch in It. That's How She Knew.
She wakes cold from the bone out. Her hands — the surest thing about her, eleven years without a tremor — are shaking, and there is less of them than there was. Something is set behind her sternum with a long line running out to sea, and it is taking in the slack.Wes finally tells her the whole of it, at the empty grave, in the fog. What happened on the hull. What his hand did.Her grief was the rope. Three years of refusing to let go became a line running into the dark, and Jonah climbed it — bu
Sept. 6, 2026
THE ONE WHO CAME BACK — Part 2: For One Breath, His Eyes Didn't Catch the Firelight.
She doesn't ask how. She gets him warm with her hands, reading him scar by scar like a page — and the checking becomes something else, the way it always did with them.There is a particular devastation in being touched by someone who already knows every part of you. No learning the map. His hands know the map. By morning the town knows, and the town can't decide. Some weep and call it a miracle. Some cross the street, because there is something in people that knows what is allowed, and a man thr
Aug. 30, 2026
THE ONE WHO CAME BACK — Part 1: The Bowl Mended Itself. Then the Knock Came at the Door.
She fixes broken things for a living. Eleven years of kintsugi — you never hide a break, you fill the seam with gold and make the wound the most beautiful part of the bowl.Three years ago the cove took Jonah, and gave back no body. They buried an empty box because the town needed somewhere to put its grief. A death you can bury is a break you can mend. A death with no body is a bowl with a piece simply gone.So she kept him. His place at the table, set every night. A lamp burning in the front win
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