Giulietta

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Book 1 is completed.  I'm going to spend the next few weeks revising and editing that to add in more spicy content before launching book 2.  You'll see a preview of the first couple chapters in Book 2 here if you'd like to read ahead.  Enjoy!

SYNOPSIS:
Trapped in an endless time loop by the gods who once loved and betrayed each other, Queen Elsbeth Moonchild wakes to a life already written—and a fate she never agreed to.

She believes she’s undergoing the sacred Rite of Queens, chosen to lead her pack through strength and flame. But the truth is far more dangerous.

Centuries ago, the Moon Goddess and her fallen lover—the Sun God turned mad Watcher—shattered the balance of the world. As punishment for their war, they bound themselves into a cycle of rebirth and ruin. To break it, the Moon Goddess sent one final piece into play: Elsbeth.

Gifted with powerful flame magic and unknowingly cast into the life of the earthbound god Fenrir's original mate -- the first queen to ever truly bond to the Moon Goddess, Elsbeth is the first soul not written into the Watcher's story—and the only one who might rewrite it.

Bound to her is Fenrir, the god of wild things, imprisoned in wolf flesh and cursed to relive this broken timeline again and again. He has watched Elsbeth die more times than he can bear. This time, he swears to change the ending.

As Elsbeth navigates court intrigue, a divided country, genocide and growing supernatural threats, she begins to unravel the truth of the world she inherited—and the daughter she will bring into it. But Elder MoonChild's warning is clear:

"Your child carries the blood of flame and rot. She will either save or destroy the world. And you, Elsbeth, must choose which.  You must kill her to save the world."

Now, with prophecy shadowing her every step, and love burning hotter than ever before, Elsbeth must decide: Is she just another pawn in a divine war?

Or is she the fire that ends it?

The Last Touched: Rite of Queens

<p>The sun was setting outside the large windows of the infirmary, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Inside, the air was filled with the quiet sounds of healing—soft whispers, the rustle of blankets, and the steady rhythm of breathing. It was an unusual peace, but one I cherished in these moments. The walls, thick with the weight of history, had become a sanctuary for so many in the past few days. And here, in this place, I could feel the healing power of my people—their resilience, their determination, their love.</p>

The Strength of Innocence