Gail Proctor

What if your walls could talk?

When Detective Russell Crane moves into his new apartment, he expects silence. Solitude. A place to rest after chasing criminals and solving crimes. What he doesn’t expect is discovering that the wall separating his bedroom from his neighbor’s is paper-thin - thin enough to hear everything.

And his neighbor? She’s not exactly shy. Especially not when it comes to her late-night escapades... involving a collection of buzzing toys and, strangely enough, a preference for moaning a name that sounds very familiar.

His name.

They’ve only met once. A polite greeting. A glance too long. Nothing that should justify the kind of moaning that keeps him awake at night - and makes it impossible to stop listening.

As curiosity turns into obsession, Russell must decide: is he crossing a line, or being pulled into something deeper? What begins as an overheard fantasy slowly becomes a game of temptation, boundaries, and undeniable connection.

How much would you listen to? And what would you do when the fantasy next door becomes impossible to ignore?

A deliciously steamy, dangerously addictive romance that will make you question where curiosity ends - and desire begins.