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🍃sage nightmare owen 👻 @sageowenwrites.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Lark is at rock bottom. Betrayed, career in ruins, lying to everyone she loves, and running into town’s top bachelor. Literally. Sweet, optimistic loverboy vs miserable, worst time of her life skeptic 😒 meet uncute 🤫 secrets 🏘 small town, big rumor mill 🌶🌶🌶 reluctant chemistry #BluePit #w #a #R

Mood board for Song and Dance, Sage Owen’s small town romance novel WIP. Includes a dark haired woman, a man in a cowboy hat, small town countryside scenes, a piano and acoustic guitar, a woman cuddling a golden retriever, and a close up of a man and a woman’s hands loosely entwined.

Screenshot of an AITA-style post. User image is a stock illustration of a microphone, and the user’s account name is “no comment, @burnermicrophone26”

Post reads: My (26f) boyfriend (27m) discovered my biggest secret and sold it to a tabloid, and now I’m unemployed, getting sued, dragged on the internet, and hiding from it all in my childhood bedroom in my small hometown

Screenshot of an AITA-style post. User image is an anonymous photo of a man in a black Stetson cowboy hat, and the user’s account name is “Billy @runmercerrun”

Post reads: I (23m) have a comfortable, quiet life in my smal hometown. I work hard, love reading, and go dancing with friends.

2 years ago I got my heart broken by my childhood crush (worth it). Now I’m ready to fall in love for real, and I can’t find the right woman. Am I just unlucky in love?

Excerpt from Song and Dance, a sage owen romance novel WIP. Text as follows:
A screech of metal on metal. Lark stomped instinctively on the brakes. "Fuck!" she hissed, correcting the wheel, and jammed her ancient Toyota into park to get out and see what she'd done.
The pickup was old but other than the nasty streak of brick red paint she'd left on its chrome fender it appeared to be in good condition.
How had she been so clumsy? Oh right. A Carrie Wrangler hit had come on the radio and she'd been distracted trying to turn it off. She just couldn't escape her ruined life, and now she'd caused a car accident in a fucking parking lot.
The slam of a heavy door. A big man came around the truck. "You alright?" He didn't even pause to assess the damage. As he closed in, he nudged back his hood and knuckled up the brim of a baseball cap.
Lark bolstered herself for confrontation. "I'm so sorry, jesus I took
the turn too tight and—"
"Hey now." He soothed, smiling. He was looking her over. His brown
eyes were soft with concern. "But you're alright? Not injured?"
God was he serious? She frowned. "No, I'm fine."
"Well alright." He said, relieved.
"Again, I'm sorry-"
"It's just a little paint. Nothing worth crying over." He made an
offhand gesture, dismissing it.

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Kit McKrae @kitmckrae.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Me 🤝 Lark: Fender Benders

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🍃sage nightmare owen 👻 @sageowenwrites.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Oh no. Was it at least a Romantic Plot Device when it happened to you too?

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