I’m not a writer. I’m a spouse. This was supposed to be a present. Now it’s a book.
My wife reads a lot. Like, hundreds of books a year. Brilliant ones. Romantic ones. Usually with dragons, thieves, or the morally questionable in tailored clothing. I can’t compete with that. So I didn’t try.
Instead, for our anniversary, I wrote her a novel.
It’s not perfect. It’s probably not even “technically sound.” There are definitely too many em dashes and at least one dramatic monologue written under the influence of whiskey and sentiment. But it’s mine. And it’s hers. And it’s filled with everything I love about the woman I married.
The main character, Sarah Westlake, is based entirely on her—sharp, funny, unapologetically smart. She’s the kind of woman who walks into a room, instantly understands what everyone needs—and somehow makes it happen without breaking stride. I basically just followed her around (with a metaphorical notebook) and wrote down how incredible she is.
Why is this book on Amazon? It’s here because I wanted this to be more than just a file on my computer. I wanted it to be a real book—something she could hold, and maybe even shelve next to the stories she loves.
As for the Pulling Threads is a romantic thriller wrapped in high fashion and higher stakes. It follows Sarah Westlake, a marketing executive burned by the corporate world and looking to disappear—until she’s swept into a game of power, secrets, and seduction. Set against a backdrop of sun-drenched villas and underground fashion scenes, Sarah must outwit a charming stranger, a corrupt empire, and her own carefully guarded heart. Think The Thomas Crown Affair meets The Devil Wears Prada—but the real heist is emotional.
Stylish. Strategic. Slow-burn.
This was meant to be a gift. A one-time thing. But if people read it—if people actually like it—I’d love nothing more than to keep going. And if anyone buys it? The money is going toward taking my wife to all the places in the book. Santorini. Milan. Maybe even a gala. (She’ll say she hates it, but she’ll secretly love it.)
Thanks for even considering it. And if you do read it, I hope you enjoy this messy, earnest, high-heeled love letter I wrote for the best person I know.
This is for anyone who believes love can be a master plan—and sometimes, the greatest gift is the story you write for someone else.
Ok, in fairness, I rounded up because the idea of writing a book as an anniversary gift for your wife is frankly adorable. This book was written by a guy in the trivia community as an anniversary gift. He's not an author. He self-published it. And honestly, I enjoyed it. Were there times where I thought "an editor would have removed this bazillionth reference to the flowers outside the villa"? Absolutely? Did it really affect my enjoyment? Nah.
This book is I guess romance, though there are a lot of lost looks and stolen moments. Only one actual sex scene. The rest of it is basically an espionage thriller type book. If I'm honest, I enjoyed it more in the beginning than the end, but I was happy to procure it and it was a quick read.