They were the ones who bound the magic. Now, they are the ones who must set it free.
Lifetimes ago, five priestesses cast a spell to protect the power of every woman who would come after them—sealing away the goddess’s magic to keep it from those who sought to steal it. Sisters of the Red Thread, they whispered the spell in the dark of night, an incantation of forgotten power. But protection came at a cost: their own lives.
Now, their bodies are humming with the stirrings of something ancient. They weren’t supposed to remember, but the goddess is stirring from her slumber—and so is their magic.
The only problem: they are not the only ones who know.
A secretive group has been waiting—watching—for their awakening, intent on siphoning their magic before they can reclaim it. This society has surveilled the women over lifetimes, the leader intent on keeping his power.
Their darkness is about to discover just how dangerous a woman’s magic can be.
It only takes one night.
There’s no way Brandon Monet could have feelings for Winter Stratford. At least, that’s her assumption. As her brother’s best friend, Brandon has been off limits for as long as she’s known him - but that doesn’t stop the undeniable current of electricity that Winter feels when he’s around.
And then one night, everything changes, and it’s very clear that Winter is not invisible to Brandon as she once assumed.
But now that the spark has been lit, what are they supposed to do with the flame?
Brandon runs, and Winter is left to pretend that nothing happened. She quickly discovers this is impossible, especially when Brandon returns and the heat of his gaze is just as magnetic as before.
What comes next is a dance of timing and missing the mark - and the truth that sometimes our fall into love looks more like stumbling into acceptance.
Sometimes, the slow burns build the strongest flame.
Nova Scofield isn’t looking for anything serious. She’s not looking for anything at all, actually. Still recovering after walking away from her narcissistic fiancé weeks before their wedding, she is happily focused on her floral shop, Wild Flora.
But then Jax Stratford walks into the shop and Nova suddenly remembers what it’s like to feel the gravitational pull of chemistry. For one night, she allows herself the freedom of letting her desire lead her.
The only problem is Jax isn’t a one night stand — he’s a potential business partner. Despite her best judgment, she agrees to a date and finds herself falling head over heels.
But Nova’s ex refuses to let go — he keeps showing up and threatening to take over the flower shop she built with her best friend — making it impossible for Nova to move on from their relationship and the control he had over her.
To make matters worse, history surfaces and her ex shares something with her, making it seem Jax has kept the truth from her this entire time.
Will she give into the heat she feels with Jax?
Or will everything she’s worked for turn to ash?
One moment Juniper Reese existed, and the next she vanished into thin air.
This is how it feels for Lavender, her twin, when she receives the call that Juniper didn’t show up to her job one morning. Still adjusting to Juniper’s cross-country move to run from the ghosts of their mother’s death, Lavender knows something is wrong — but she also knows her sister is still alive.
As she follows Juniper’s footsteps in an unfamiliar town, she begins to uncover a plot that seems to suggest her sister was being stalked before her disappearance. Now it’s on her to find Juniper before time runs out and convince those around her that her disappearance wasn’t an attempt to “get away.”
What she doesn’t know is that she’s being watched by someone who just realized perfection came twice. He begins to hone in on Lavender, his attention never satisfied until he can have them both for himself.
Will Lavender be able to find her sister before time runs out?
Or will she be the next target in an obsession gone wrong?
At first glance, Kera Collins' life appears perfect: the best friends, the best school, the attention of Dex Albright, the deliciously irresistible grandson to the Headmaster.
But she has only ever wanted one thing - a golden envelope inviting her to La Boheme, the secret society formed within the walls of her boarding school. As a senior, she gets her wish. But when the secrets turn deadly, Kera has a choice to make: trust her friends or rely on the prestige and connections only available to her through the elite?
I heard it said once that every human is a story with skin.
If this is true, paragraphs would be etched in the scars on my wrists.
Whole chapters could be written about the way my heart pounds when I startle awake.
And every single one of my tears could fill a book.
But stories, with all their promise, only leave room for disappointment. I don’t have room for that anymore. I left it all—the hope, the love, the promise—back in my old life with the ghosts I’d rather forget: Jude. Emma. Pacey.
Kevin.
This is how I dare to move forward and to believe in a beginning. I let go of the old. I just grab the new and run. I don’t wait around anymore. I can’t.
Waiting leaves room for the voices.
Somewhere between water and sky, I'll find a way to burn these voices to the ground.
Stephanie fights reality every day. The voices inside, the ones declaring her worth, deem her broken, used and dirty. She is an object. A toy. Something to be tossed aside when bored. Who will believe her if she whispers the truth about her wrecking ball of a family? Eventually, her secret explodes and the person who means the most to her knows just how shattered she is and why she's so afraid. But rescue is closer than she realizes. Hidden in plain sight, her horror hasn’t been ignored by everyone. Racing against the truth of what she faces, forces are joining together and developing a plan to free her from the hell in her own backyard. And while she’s at her lowest point, she’s hit with the beauty of love at any cost - redemption in the face of ruin. Will it be enough?
*Warning: Contains mature content that may not be suitable for younger audiences*
