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When Ivy Wren inherits Thornhaven Manor, a crumbling estate shrouded in legend and mystery, she sees it as a chance to escape her empty life and start anew. But the manor is more than just a hauntingly beautiful relic of the past—it’s a place where shadows move of their own accord, secrets are buried in its walls, and an ancient power stirs beneath its foundations.

At the heart of the mystery is Gabriel Thornhaven, the brooding and enigmatic guardian of the estate. Gabriel is as much a prisoner of the manor as its protector, bound by a curse tied to a powerful relic known as the Veilglass. Drawn together by forces neither of them can explain, Ivy and Gabriel share an undeniable connection that defies reason, a connection that deepens even as Gabriel tries to push her away.

As Ivy uncovers the truth about the Veilglass and its ties to a dark, malevolent force, she finds herself at the center of a centuries-old battle between light and shadow. The relic whispers to her, calling her with promises of power and answers, even as it threatens to consume her.

Gabriel, haunted by his past and his growing feelings for Ivy, is determined to protect her at all costs—even if it means risking his own humanity. But as the tension between them ignites into passion, Ivy and Gabriel must confront not only the curse that binds them but also the shadows that lurk within themselves.

With time running out and the Veilglass’s power growing, Ivy and Gabriel must decide: will they succumb to the darkness, or will their bond be the key to breaking the curse and saving them both?

Thornhaven’s Curse is a steamy, atmospheric romance filled with forbidden desires, tantalizing mysteries, and a love that could either shatter the darkness—or be consumed by it.

The Curse of Thornhaven manor

The storm raged well into the night, and Ivy found herself lingering in the study with Gabriel. The fire had burned low, casting the room in a soft, golden glow. Gabriel hadn't let go of her hand, and the silence between them was no longer heavy—it was comforting, intimate.

"You know," Ivy said, breaking the quiet, "you're not the only one carrying scars."

Gabriel's brow furrowed as he studied her. "You've never spoken about your past," he said. "What brought you here?"

Ivy smiled faintly, though it didn't reach her eyes. "You could say I was running," she admitted. "My life before this… it felt like it wasn't mine. I spent years trying to live up to expectations that didn't make me happy, trying to please people who didn't see me for who I really am."

Gabriel tilted his head, his golden eyes softening. "Who didn't see you?"

"My parents," she said, her voice barely audible. "They always wanted me to be someone else—someone perfect, someone who fit into their pristine little world. But I wasn't enough for them. I always felt like a disappointment."

Gabriel's grip on her hand tightened slightly, his expression darkening. "They were wrong," he said firmly.

Ivy's chest tightened at the conviction in his voice. "I guess I came here to figure out who I really am," she continued. "Thornhaven felt like a fresh start. But now…" She looked up at him, her gaze unwavering. "Now it feels like I was meant to find this place. To find you."

Gabriel's breath hitched, and the air between them shifted. His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "Ivy," he said, her name a rough whisper.

The intensity in his gaze made her pulse race, and she leaned into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I don't know what this is," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I can't seem to stay away from you."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Gabriel's hand slipped to the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her hair. Their breaths mingled, and just as his lips brushed against hers, the fire flared, casting a burst of light across the room.

Both of them froze, their heads snapping toward the fireplace. The shadows in the room seemed to shift, moving unnaturally against the walls.

Gabriel was on his feet in an instant, his body tense. "The Veilglass," he said, his voice sharp. "It's reacting to something."

Ivy stood, her pulse pounding. "What does it mean?"

Gabriel turned to her, his expression grim. "It means we're running out of time."

The connection between them might be undeniable, but the curse wasn't about to let them forget the stakes. The shadows were closing in, and the past Gabriel feared might come for Ivy next.

Ivy’s Secrets