Knight by Christopher Harlan

A Wordsmith.
That’s what she called me. Why? Because I could make her feel things with my books that no one else ever could. My name is Michael, but everyone knows me as Knight.
I write the books that you don’t want your family to know you’re reading. The ones whose spines you hold down so that passers by can’t see the cover, the ones you enjoy in the privacy of your bedroom, where no one can see the beads of sweat my words inspire forming on your forehead.
My last book brought two women into my life—the one who broke my heart into a thousand pieces, and the one who may have the power to mend it.

Everleigh.
My lingering blank pages needed inspiration, and that’s exactly what she was.
I know two things for certain—that my heart beats only for her, and that my best book is still inside me, if only she can help me pull the words from my wounded heart. I can be the writer that makes her heart pound in her chest. And soon, everyone will read my masterpiece.
I’m a Wordsmith.
Let me tell you my story.