ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || After a flagrant display of cosmic irreverence, Elizabeth Evans is left adrift. With no place to call home. No plan for the future. Only a useless college degree, lingering substance abuse issues, and a penchant for burnout. When a childhood friend offers her a chance to start fresh in the sleepless city, Ellie does what any hopeless soul with nothing left to lose would do; she takes it and doesn't look back. Life in New York City is more complicated than this small town girl could have ever imagined. And it would seem the gods have a few more tricks left up their sleeves. Ellie finds herself torn between two worlds. Between her growing feelings for two enigmatic men. Between her wanton desires and lifelong ambitions to finally make something of her sad, little life. The scales must be weighed. Between lust or power. Between desire or reason. Between getting what she wants or doing what's expected of her. She must also ask if those are really the only options. What if she wants more? What if she wants it all? And what is she willing to do to get it? To find out, Ellie must confront not only her past, but the deepest parts of herself. Neither the universe, the city, nor these two annoyingly handsome men are going to make it easy. And only two things are certain; the gods certainly have a sense of humor and the heart wants what it wants. | R A N K I N G S | #1 in literaryfiction (02/26) #1 in representation (02/26)

ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟʏ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ. · · • • • ✤ • • • · · All Princess Rosalyn wanted to do was read every book in the royal library, ride her horse beyond the Castle Grounds, traipse around the gardens under moonlight, and run barefoot into the sea. Yet time and again her father and mother, the King and the Queen respectively, insisted on shoving her back into the same old gilded cage. Forced to preen and gossip with petty courtiers. To dance at balls with dull suitors. To play the part of pretty, refined, well-behaved, and most importantly witless princess. Meanwhile, all Sir Geralt wanted to do was get a good night's sleep. Plagued by nightmares from a bloody crusade that left him with more than a few scars, the young knight merely longs for peace, solitude, and a warm hearth without any threat of violence. Or worse yet; noise. When called upon by the king himself to serve as the princess' sworn protector, it was the highest honor a knight of his station could've ever dreamed of. An honor he wished with all his heart had been bestowed upon anyone else. For the princess, however fair, was the living antithesis of peace and quiet. A flame of wild fire given beautiful form. Always dancing, always flickering, always threatening to devour whatever gets close enough to catch. And Geralt was mere kindling in her path. When the knight was commanded by the King to escort the princess in secret to a not-so-nearby kingdom, with the intent to marry notorious rake Prince Sebastian, he will be tested to his very limits. Both as a knight and as a man. The air smells of incoming war and the knight must decide what comes first; his oaths, his faith, or his heart. He must also decide to whom they belong. Lest the life they know may go up in smoke. And he may not be the only one burned.