One hundred years ago, Carlisle Cullen fell in love with a Russian aristocrat named Tatiana Romanova. She was meant to become his wife. She was meant to become his forever. Instead, she died in his arms as the Russian Empire collapsed around them, taking with it every future they had planned together. For more than a century, Carlisle believed he had lost her forever. Until the day a young woman is admitted to his hospital after a suicide attempt. Her name is Mila Morozova. She has the same eyes. The same face. The same soul. But she remembers nothing. Not the life she lived before. Not the promises she once made. And certainly not the immortal man who never stopped loving her. As fragments of another lifetime begin to surface through dreams, memories, and impossible coincidences, Mila finds herself drawn to a past she cannot explain and a man she feels she has known forever. Yet while Carlisle is determined not to lose her a second time, Mila must first decide whether she wants to live at all. Because fate may have given them another chance. But even soulmates cannot outrun death forever.

Alyenna did not hesitate. She obeyed. She held the hilt. She did not let go. It was not enough. Not enough to stop Scelestra from taking him. From taking what was never hers. For a storm cannot be owned. A hurricane cannot be bowed. A blizzard can only be endured. He was stolen from her arms. Her Storm General Aethorien. Her soul bonded. Her Nar. She tore through a dragon to save him. He fought his own mind and a blood curse to protect her from an impossible fall. It was not enough. Not because she never got to say those three words. Not because the magic around her has gone hollow. Not because she feels everything being done to him. Because she has to do everything he taught her. To hunt him. To survive him. To destroy him. But that is Scelestra's game, not hers. The General Aethorien will fight with spite and wit. He will fall. The dragon and the woman will fight for him. They will claw their way through stone, through ice, and through hell itself to bring him back. But what Aly does not realize is that she was never alone. She is not the only one who loves him. All of Tendaara will fight with her to bring him back. Because despite Nar believing he is insignificant, there is a world of people, past and present, willing to do anything to get him back. To repay him for every sacrifice he never believed mattered. For the storm does not bow. And neither does his dragon.

My upcoming debut! Book 1 of the Temptress series: A paranormal fantasy with an eventual romance across the plot 🦌🪽🏔️💠 ---- The mountains have always whispered of the Goddesses and their onyx Guardians, but not all folktales speak to guide. After surviving the disaster that devastated her town, Dahlia moves to her grandmother's rural home, haunted by the memory of dark wings burning through flames. She tells herself it was a shock. Grief. Anything but real. But the eyes of the mountains know her name... Feathers fall where none should. Whispers serenade her, and something, someone, watches, his presence as unsettling as it is magnetic. As Dahlia's reality begins to unravel, she finds herself drawn to the very myth she should fear most. Because the closer she gets to the truth that should have stayed buried in the dirt, the harder it is to tell whether she's being hunted... or guarded. ---- Link in profile bio for official Spotify playlists and Pinterest boards

The only way to break the curse... is to kill the one you love. Alyenna was stolen from Earth and dragged into Tendaara, the world from her favorite book series: a land of living magic, ancient creatures, and impossible power. The Storm General, Baellnar Aethorien, is a hurricane given elven form. A master swordsman, a relentless menace, and an enthusiastic supporter of terrible puns. He finds Aly's arrival far more entertaining than he definitely should. He insists she was brought there for a reason. That there is more to her than she could ever know. For Aly every new companion hides a dark and questionable past. Every step forward pulls her deeper into a war she does not understand. Yet somehow, Tendaara is still safer than where she came from. Aethorien misses nothing. Not the bruises hidden beneath her denial. Not the strength she refuses to acknowledge. And certainly not the dangerous creature she is becoming. Where others see a broken girl, he sees steel waiting to be forged. A weapon that could save Tendaara. Unfortunately for Baellnar Aethorien, every lesson draws them closer. Every touch burns hotter than it should. And the woman he is training to save the world is rapidly becoming the one person capable of destroying him. Because lurking in the shadows is the Shifter Queen, a creature capable of wearing the face of the person you trust most. One mistaken touch. One moment of hesitation. One drop of blood. That is all it takes. The curse twists love into obsession, devotion into violence, and leaves only one command: Kill the one you love. Baellnar knows exactly what the curse will make him become. So before the Crimson Queen can claim him, he will teach Aly how to survive him.

A Moonbound Saga - Book One My story began 17 years ago in the last war between the wolves and the Hollows, when my eldest brothers were slaughtered as pups, my mother, the Queen, was taken, and I was left alive as the last heir of a bloodline no one was supposed to remember. The King hid me in the human world because even his kingdom was no longer safe enough. Not knowing, I will only learn the truth after we barely escape death. Until then, all I know is Silvercrest Academy. A school between forest and sea, wrapped in wards older than mercy and rules carved into stone. It pretends to be civilised while training us to survive things that don't knock, don't warn, and don't leave witnesses. Jacob, Kyle, Liam, and Jace were trained by the King for this. To find me. To guard and protect me, no matter the cost. Keep me alive when the war that stole my family comes back for what it left behind. Jacob is quiet, controlled, impossible to ignore. His restraint is the warning, and the way he looks at me feels dangerously close to wanting. Kyle is sharp-tongued, reckless, and far too good at making danger look like a smile. He provokes me just to see what breaks first. They don't fight over me. That would be simple. They circle. They want. They wait. Liam is gentle where the rest of them are sharp. Jace is the strategist, always ten steps ahead, even when the horror starts wearing familiar faces. Because something is wrong at Silvercrest. Something ancient. Something hungry. It slips into dreams and follows students back out. It doesn't threaten. It demonstrates. I've watched mouths split past screaming, bones turn slow beneath skin, and a body I knew fold wrong until nothing human was left. When Silvercrest falls apart, Jacob takes me south to his pack, the largest in the entire realm, a kingdom of forests, lakes, open markets, wooden homes, sparring rings, feast fires, and thousands of wolves under his command. There, safety is law.