Eight women. Twelve nights. One wingwoman she was never supposed to want.
Sophie Lane joined Slow Burn to stop being so easy to please. After three years of agreeing her way through the wrong relationship, the anxious Manchester city planner is ready to discover what she actually wants.
Preferably without embarrassing herself on national television.
Jordan Ellis seems like the safest person to help. The confident restaurant owner wants someone loud, fearless, and impossible to ignore. Sophie wants someone steady who doesn’t make her nervous.
Clearly, they’re not each other’s type.
Their arrangement is simple: date other women, compare notes after midnight, and tell each other the truth. Then Sophie asks Jordan for one practice kiss.
Purely scientific.
Suddenly, the best part of a dating show isn’t the dates. It’s stolen moments in a lemon garden. Doors left open an inch. The woman who knows exactly when a charming answer isn’t an honest one.
Keeping their relationship away from the cameras feels like protecting it—until Sophie is ready to choose Jordan openly, and Jordan can’t stop saving the important words for somewhere safer.
With the final night approaching, they’ll have to decide what belongs to the audience, what belongs to each other, and whether the love they found in Mallorca can survive an ordinary Tuesday in Manchester.
A standalone sapphic romantic comedy with sharp British banter, a wingwoman pact gone wonderfully wrong, explicit intimacy, and a happily-ever-after.