Ep 31) Shadows of the Woods

Dive into the timeless romance of Lila Presents Midnight Shadows, a captivating episode by Lila Sterling, where love rekindles against the backdrop of a cherished small-town legacy. Released on October 04, 2025, this story unfolds in the evocative 1990s, blending passion, family heritage, and community spirit in a stunning landscape of rolling hills, rugged cliffs, or windswept fields. Narrated with the soulful “Lila Star” voice, this tale follows two hearts—separated by time yet drawn together by fate—as they fight to save their past and embrace a future filled with hope. Perfect for fans of Harlequin romance, subscribe now and lose yourself in the shadows of midnight love. Share with #MidnightShadows.

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Recorded on October 04, 2025, at 07:56 PM EDT. Narrated with the “Lila Star” voice (medium-low pitch: 80-90%, high expressiveness: 70-80%, pacing: 0.9x) using 11Labs technology. Sound effects sourced from freesound.org. Published on Spreaker, available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and X. Follow #MidnightShadows for updates. For production support or inquiries, visit lilasterling.com

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Shadows of the pines. A Harlequin romance. Chapter one, The
Return to Pine Crest. The October wind whispered through the
towering pines of Pine Crest, a mountain town nestled in
the Cascades, where the air carried the sharp scent of
sap and wood smoke. Nora Blake stepped from her rented
suv on to the gravel drive of her family's old lodge,

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Pinehaven Retreat. At thirty two, Nora had built a career
as a freelance photographer in Seattle, capturing city scapes, far
from the rustic life she'd left behind thirteen years ago.
Her aunt's sudden passing had brought her back to settle
the lodge's future, a task she intended to complete swiftly
before returning to her urban world. The lodge, with its

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cedar walls and stone chimney, stood as a monument to
her childhood, full of memories she'd tried to erase. Nora
unlocked the heavy pine door, its creek echoing in the
still air. Inside the great room was dim, its log
beams draped in shadows, the fireplace cold. She was here
to assess the property, meet with a realtor and cell.

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The lodge was failing. Debts from her aunt's mismanagement piled high,
and Nora had no desire to stay. But as she
traced a finger along the carved mantle, her heart stirred
with echoes of summers spent exploring the woods, her laughter
mingling with another's. Nora blake. A deep voice broke the silence.
She turned to see a man in the doorway, his

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tall frame silhouetted against the fatting light. He wore a
denim jacket over a flannel shirt, his dark hair slightly tousled,
his gray eyes sharp yet warm. Her breath caught calib Morrow,
her teenage love, the man who'd shattered her heart at
nineteen Caleb, She said, her voice steady despite the jolt.
What are you doing here? He stepped inside, his boots

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soft on the hardwood. I manage the lodge now. Your
aunt hired me to keep it afloat. Didn't know you'd
be back. Nora's chest tightened. Her aunt hadn't mentioned not once.
I'm here to sell, she said, lifting her chin. It
won't take long. His eyes flickered, a shadow crossing his face.

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This lodge is more than a business. Nora, it's your
family's soul. It's just a building, she said, turning to
a stack of ledgers to hide the ache. His presence stirred,
but Caleb's gaze lingered were kindling memories she'd buried deep
Chapter two Sparks in the Pines. Over the next few days,
Norah threw herself into the lodge's affairs, reviewing accounts, inspecting cabins,

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and arranging a realtor's visit. The retreat was in worse
shape than she'd feared, unpaid bills, crumbling roofs, and the
winter tourist season looming. Caleb was a constant presence, fixing plumbing,
chopping firewood, his quiet competence both comforting and unsettling. He'd
changed his shoulders broader, his demeanor steadier, but his gray

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eyes still held the spark that had once made her
dream of forets. One afternoon, as a storm gathered over
the mountains, Nora was in the main cabin sorting through
warped floorboards when rain began to lash the windows. A
leak dripped onto the rug, threatening a stack of guest books.
She grabbed a bucket, cursing softly, when calb appeared, his

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jacket damp, his hair tousled by the wind. Need help,
he asked, his voice low over the storm's roar. I've
got it, she said, but the bucket slipped, water splashing
her sweater. Calb caught it, their hands brushing, and a
spark shot through her Warm and dangerous. You haven't changed,
he said, a half smile playing on his lips. Still

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think you can do it all alone. Her pulse raced,
Why you hear, Calb? Really? He set the bucket down,
his eyes locking onto hers. Your aunt asked me to stay,
to save this place for you. She knew you'd come back.
Nora's throat tightened. She was wrong. I'm not staying. Caleb
stepped closer, rain dripping from his hair. This town in

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your blood, Norah. You feel it, don't you. The air crackled,
the storm outside, echoing her inner turmoil. She wanted to
push him away, to flee the pull of his presence,
but her feet stayed rooted. We were young, Calb. It's over,
is it, he asked, his voice soft a challenge. Thunder
clapped and they both laughed, the tension breaking for a moment.

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They worked together to secure the leak. Their movements synchronized.
When their shoulders brushed, Norah's skin tingled, and she caught
Calb's glance. Intense. Unguarded, she turned away, her heart pounding.
She wasn't here for this. She couldn't be. Chapter three,
Shadows of the Past. As weeks passed, Nora and Caleb

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fell into a tense rhythm, managing the lodge while side
stepping their shared history. She noticed him his hands deftly
repairing shingles, his rare laugh warming the chilly air. But
their break up loomed, Calb's sudden silence, his refusal to
explain why he'd ended things. One evening, while sorting through

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her aunt's office, Norah found a letter tucked inside a
guest book. Her aunt's handwriting read, Nora, Pinehaven is your heart,
even if you've run from it. Trust Caleb. He's kept
his promise. Her chest ached. What promise? Caleb appeared carrying
a stack of firewood. Thought you'd need this for the hearth,
he said, setting it down. Their fingers brushed as she

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took a log, and she flinched, the letter falling. He
picked it up, his expression softening. We had good times here,
didn't we until you left me, she said, her voice sharp.
You never told me why, Calb. He looked away, his
jaw tight. My brother was in trouble, addiction debts. I
was stuck baling him out, working double shifts. You were

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headed for the city, for a bigger life. I didn't
want to hold you back. The confession hit her. You
should have told me, she whispered. I would have stayed.
That's why I didn't, he said, his eyes meeting hers.
You deserved more than Pine Crest. Tears pricked her eyes.
You broke my heart. I broke mine, too, he said,

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Stepping closer. His hand hovered near her cheek, but she
stepped back, afraid of the fire. His touch ignited. I'm
here to sell, she said, her voice trembling, not to
relive the past. Calb nodded, but his eyes held a vow.
I'm not going anywhere, Nora. Chapter four, The festival's glow.

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Pine Crest's Winter Pine Festival was days away, and Pinehaven
Retreat was set to host a lantern lit tour to
attract buyers. Nora immersed herself in preparations, polishing furniture, stringing lights,
displaying her aunt's old maps. Calb helped his presence steady,
but charged, their every interaction heavy with unspoken words. The

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festival night arrived, the town aglow with lanterns, the air
rich with pine and mulled wine. Nora wore a sapphire
dress that flowed with her movements, her chestnut hair loose.
Calb's eyes followed her as she mingled. His flannel traded
for a crisp shirt that accentuated his rugged frame. You're
making this place shine, he said, handing her a mug

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of cider, his voice warm. She smiled, her guard slipping,
just trying to sell it. His gaze softened. Is that
really what you want? Before she could answer, a woman's
voice cut through the crowd. Calb morrow still tied to
this old lodge I see. Norah turned to see a
woman in a tailored coat, her blonde hair sleek, her

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smile sharp. Calib's face hardened. Evelin, He said, what are
you doing here? Evelin's eyes flicked to Nora, calculating exploring
an investment. This lodge could be a luxury retreat with
a right buyer. Norah's heart sank. Another threat, another shadow,
and Calb's past was rising, threatening to unravel Everything, Chapter five,

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Evelin's Shadow. The Winter Pine Festival's lanterns cast a warm
glow over Pine Crest, but Evelin's arrival had thrown a
chill across Pinehaven Retreat. Her sleek coat and sharp smile
stood out against the town's rugged charm. Her words this
lodge could be a luxury retreat, echoing in Nora Blake's
mind like a warning shot. Evelin's presence threatened the lodge's

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future and stirred doubts about Calb Morrow, whose past seemed
to hold secrets Nora hadn't yet unraveled. Evelin lingered near
the lantern lit path, her blonde hair catching the light,
her eyes scanning the crowd. Nora, I presume, she said,
offering a manicured hand, Evelin, heart with heart properties. Your

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lodge is quaint, but its bleeding money. My firm's offer
could erase your debts and set you up for life.
Nora's grip tightened on her cider mug. Pinehaven isn't for sale,
she said, her voice firm. Evelin's smile was razor thin.
Everything's for sale. Nora Calb knows that, don't you Caleb.

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Caleb's jaw clenched, his gray eyes cold. Leave Evelin, You're
not welcome here. Evelyn's laugh was sharp, still playing the hero.
I see, but you can't save this place forever. She
turned her coat swishing and vanished into the festival crowd,
leaving a heavy silence. Norah faced Calb, her heart pounding.

(09:31):
What did she mean? What's your history with her? He exhaled,
rubbing his neck. Evelyn tried to buy my family's saw
mill years ago, after my brother's troubles tanked it. She
wanted to turn it into a resort. I fought her off,
but she doesn't let go easy. Nora's chest tightened. You
didn't tell me she was part of your past. I

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didn't think she'd come here, he said, his eyes meeting hers.
I'm sorry, Norah, I'm with you on this. The sincerity
in his softened her, but Evelin's words gnawed at her.
Could she trust Caleb with shadows lurking in his history?
No more secrets? She said, I need the truth, Caleb.
He nodded, his hand, brushing hers. You'll have it, I promise.

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Chapter six, The Lodge's Burden. The next morning Pinecrest woke
to a frosty dawn, the air sharp with pine and woodsmoke.
Norah plunged into the lodge's chaos, sorting ledgers, inspecting cabins,
planning for the winter season. The finances were dire, unpaid taxes,
leaking roofs, and outdated heating systems. Selling seemed the only

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way out, but the thought of losing Pinehaven, her aunt's legacy,
felt like losing a piece of her soul. Caleb was scarce,
overseeing repairs in the outer cabins, his absence a quiet ache.
Norah caught herself missing his stead presence, his rare smile
that warmed the mountain chill. But Evelyn's threat loomed, her

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offer of one point three million dollars dangling like a
lifeline or a trap. Evelyn appeared at the lodge's office
mid morning, her heels clicking on the hardwood. I've run
the numbers, she said, sliding a contract across Norah's desk.
Your aunt's debts are public record. My offer clears them
with profit to spare. Sign now and you're free. Nora's

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stomach churned. I told you it's not for sale, Evelyn
leaned closer, her voice low. You're drowning, Norah and Caleb.
He's tied to this place's failures. Ask him about the
deal he almost made with my firm two years ago.
Norah's blood ran cold. Another secret. She found Calb and
the maintenance shed, fixing a generator, his hands smudged with grease.

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Evelyn says, you nearly took a deal with her, She said,
her voice trembling. Is it true? Caleb set down a wrench,
his eyes meeting hers. It was after your aunt's first
financial scare. The life Dodge was sinking, and I was desperate.
I backed out, Nora. I couldn't betray your family. Why
didn't you tell me, she asked, tears pricking her eyes.

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I didn't want to hurt you, he said, stepping closer.
I stayed for you, Nora, I never stopped loving you.
Her breath caught, her heart, torn between trust and doubt.
I don't know if I can believe you. Calb not
with her here? Then let me prove it, he said,
his hand grazing hers. The touch sent a shiver through her,

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and for a moment she leaned into it. The shadows
of their past flickering chapter seven, Heat of the Night.
The days blurred into a rhythm of work and longing.
Nora and Calb labored side by side, repairing cabins, stringing lanterns.
There every interaction charged, his fingers brushing hers as they
stacked firewood, his smile easing the weight of her fears.

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But Evelyn's presence was a constant shadow, her visits to
Pine Crest laced with hints of a taco. One evening,
as the sun dipped below the peaks, casting the pines
in shades of violet and gold. Norah stayed late to
balance the books. Calb joined her, hanging lanterns in the
great room, his movements steady and sure you're good at this,

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she said, watching him ad just alight, the glow softening
his rugged features. He grinned his gray eyes, catching the light.
Learned from my dad. He loved fixing things, even if
he couldn't fix himself. Norah hesitated, then asked, do you
ever think about what could have been if we hadn't ended?
Calb's hands stilled every day, But I let you go

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so you could soar, and you did. Her throat tightened.
I soared, but I was hollow. I missed you, Calb.
He stepped closer, the air humming between them. I missed
you too. I'm not letting you go again. Her heart pounded,
and before she could think, he kissed her, slow, deep,
a rush of heat that melted her doubts. She melted

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into him, her hands tangling in his hair, the pine
scented air wrapping around them. They pulled apart, breathless, when
a shadow crossed the doorway. Evelin stood there, her eyes narrowing, charming,
she said, stepping inside. But love won't save this lodge. Nora.
Calb's arm tightened around her. Get out, Evelin, he said,

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his voice cold. Evelin smirked, you're throwing away a fortune, Caleb,
for what a crumbling dream. Norah's face burned, but she
stood tall. This is my family's home. You can't have it.
Evelin's smile was sharp. We'll see. She turned her heels,
echoing on the hardwood. Chapter eight, Secrets in the Pines.

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The next morning, Norah woke with Calb's kiss lingering, but
Evelin's words nodded her. Was the lodge a lost cause?
Could she trust Caleb with his past hiding thorns she
found a journal in her aunt's desk, its pages filled
with Lodge notes and sketches. One entry stopped her. Calb's loyal,
but he's haunted. Tell Nora the truth when she's ready.

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What truth? Nora confronted Calb and the maintenance shed the
air thick with pine and oil. My aunt wrote about you,
she said, holding up the journal. What truth, Caleb, He exhaled,
his eyes haunted. Your aunt knew why I ended things,
my brother's addiction, the debts. I was drowning. She told
me to let you go, to give you a chance

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at a bigger life, but to stay and protect the
lodge for you. Norah's heart ached. You let me go
because of her, not just her, he said, stepping closer.
I loved you too much to hold you back, but
I never stopped hopping you'd return. Tears streamed down her face.
You should have told me, I know, he said, his

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voice raw, I love you, Norah. The words broke her open,
but Evelnd's threat loomed, and a call from the bank
shifted everything. A new loan offer, but it required putting
the lodge up as collateral sell or lose it all.
Chapter nine, The Breaking point. The bank's ultimatum weighed heavily
on Nora Blake's mind, like a storm cloud over Pine Crest.

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A new loan offer, but the lodge as collateral sell
or lose everything. She stood in the great room of Pinehaven, retreat,
her aunt's journal trembling in her hands, its words Calb's loyal,
but he's haunted, clashing with the weight of her decision.
The lodge, with its cedar beams and stone hearth, was
her family's legacy, a tether to her past. Yet the debts,

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her aunt's mismanagement, and Eveland's looming offer pressed like a
vice around her heart. Calb Morrow found her there, his
gray eyes searching hers, his presence a steady anchor in
the chaos. Norah, he said, his voice soft over the
crackle of the newly lit fireplace. What did the banks say?
She clutched the journal, her voice breaking. They'll give us

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a loan, but if we can't pay, they take the lodge.
Evelin's offer. It's the safe choice. Caleb's jaw tightened, his
hands bawling into fists. Your aunt poured her life into
this place. It's worth fighting for, Nora. So are we
her chest ached, his words, stirring the shadows of their past.
I want to believe you, Caleb, but you kept secrets,

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Evelin the deal. How do I trust you now? He
stepped closer, his warmth cutting through the room's chill. I
messed up, Norah. I hid things to protect you, to
keep this place alive. But I'm here and I love you.
Her breath caught his confession a spark in her heart.
I love you too, she whispered. But I'm scared of

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losing the lodge, of losing us. You won't lose me,
he said, his hand cupping her cheek. We'll save this
place together. The promise steadied her, but Evelin's threat and
the bank's deadline loomed, and the Winter Pine Festival's final
day was tomorrow. Nora nodded her resolve hard okay, Let's

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fight Chapter ten Evelin's gambit. The morning of the festival's
final day dawned sharp and cold, Pine crest alive with
the scent of pine and mulled wine. Pinehaven Retreat buzzed
with preparations for a grand lantern tour and auction. The
great room adorned with twinkling lights, tables laden with local crafts.

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Nora wore a deep emerald dress that hugged her frame,
her chestnut hair loose, but her nerves jangled. Evelin was circling,
and the bank's deadline was midnight. Evelin arrived at noon,
her tailored coat stark against the lodge's warmth, her smile sharp.
Last chance, Nora, she said, sliding a revised contract across

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a table, one point six million, clear your debts, walk
away rich. Nora's stomach twisted, but she pushed the contract back.
Pinehaven's not for sale. Evelin's eyes narrowed. You're making a mistake.
Caleb's dragging you down, just like he did with his
family's sawmill. Caleb appeared, his presence solid. She's not going anywhere, Evelin.

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Neither am I. Evelin laughed, glancing at the crowd. We'll
see my firm doesn't lose. As she left, Norah turned
to Caleb, her voice trembling. One point six million, calb.
We could start over, be free. What if we're wrong?
He took her hands, his eyes fierce. We're not wrong.
This lodge, this town, it's us. I'll fight for it

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for you. Her throat tightened his words, grounding her. They
threw themselves into the auction, Norah showcasing her aunt's vintage maps,
calb charming bidders with stories of Pinecrest's history. The bids climbed,
but not enough to cover the debts. Chapter eleven, the
lodge's heart. Desperate, Norah and Caleb rallied the town for

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a final push, a community fundraiser to save Pinehaven. Locals
donated quilts, Baker's offered pies, and Norah's photographs of the
cascades became coveted items. The great room glowed under the
festival's lights, the air rich with hope and pine. Evelyn
returned her presence at chill in the warm night. Sweet effort,

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she said, sidling up to Nora, but it won't be enough.
Sign my offer by midnight, or my firm will push
the bank to foreclose. Nora stood tall, calib at her side.
We're not giving up. As the auction continued, a local
craftsman donated a hand carved pine bench, sparking a bidding war.
A wealthy collector from Seattle, moved by Nora's passion, offered

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a record sum. The total surged enough to secure the
loan and clear the debts. The crowd erupted in cheers,
and Evelin's smile faltered, her eyes flashing with defeat. You
won't last, she said, her voice low. This place will
break you. No, Nora said, her voice steady. It makes
us whole. Evelin turned her heels, echoing on the hardwood,

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her threat fatting into the night. Norah exhaled, leaning into
Caleb's warmth. We did it, she whispered, He grinned, pulling
her clothes. We're just getting started.