
ALT Retaining her magic after becoming a vampire makes Verena the only one of her kind. An anomaly. An abomination. A heretic. She blends into human society, hiding the monster she fears she’s become behind potions, glamours, and silk gloves. But she’ll risk being discovered to protect her friend from a secret human Order that’s abducting witches. Unfortunately, she doesn’t anticipate Wolfe, a man who—for reasons she can’t fathom—bends the rules to keep her sabotage hidden from the Order. Nor her inconvenient attraction to him. What Verena doesn’t know is that Wolfe is the demon Hell sent to find her—and the one who kept her magic alive. A secret he can’t afford to let Hell discover. As the Order grows more dangerous and Hell closes in to claim or destroy what never should’ve existed, Wolfe must decide what he’s willing to risk to keep her alive. Verena, meanwhile, must decide whether she can trust the man who’s reminded her what safety feels like—or if falling for him is the greatest

ALT Snippets: Top Left: She was mine, yet I couldn’t have her. I couldn’t claim her, though everything within me demanded I did. She wouldn’t be safe without me, but I wouldn’t be safe with her. Top Right: I’d survived a hundred years rationing my magic like breath beneath water. Concealing and guarding myself. Seven Hells, I’d managed. Yet standing in the cellar, watching the darkness now creep beyond the crook of my arm, I bristled at the reminder. Bottom Left: “It’s flattering how much you enjoy my company.” He let out a laugh, rich and dark as nightshade, that rumbled in through my body. “And here I thought it was you who was enjoying mine.” “Would you prefer I didn’t?” I dared. Bottom Right: Her body shivered as I kissed her jaw, moving slowly until my mouth hovered over hers. “But if I need to be clearer, Verena, it’s you.”

ALT An autumnal themed still art photograph, featuring various pumpkins and squash, flowers, and a snuffed candle, all situated on a round table. The top reads TO THE WIZARD, 85k Adult Fantasy.

ALT Text: Pitch After all her brothers are taken year after year by the elusive Wizard, Bronlei knows she is next. But when her best friend is taken instead, she decides to enter the annual contest to Hunt and Kill the Wizard. The only person who can help her reach the top of the mountain is her first love. The only problem? He despises her, and for good reason. But when Bronlei reveals she's in possession of the only existing guide on how to find and kill a wizard, the pair enter a tenuous alliance to help the other navigate the dangerous magic that has turned the mountain into an unpredictable gameboard.

ALT Text: Prelude On the eve of the Taking, the people of the mountain smear their doorways with blood. They sprinkle blessed holly ash through holes in the floor and hang their branches upside over from cracks in the ceiling. Each room is lined with salt, every headboard burned with iron in the shape of a petal. Some people say a chant in old Eila, some flip their rugs over. Others fill a dozen basins with water and leave them in the kitchen with a brew of clean bones, dead flowers, and uncut quarry stone. Their doors are bolted twice, windows locked, curtains drawn. What they don’t know, the people of the mountain, is that none of it matters. Salt or spruce, iron or ash, the Wizard takes who he wants. There is no way to stop him.






































































