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

The air was suffocating. I couldn't breathe.

My chest tightened with each breath, the constriction deepening the further we moved into the dark tunnel. The pain from the contraction hadn't completely faded, lingering in the background like a jagged stone scraping at the edge of my consciousness. I felt shaky, unsteady on my feet, the force of the labor and the fear pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't escape.

Each step I took felt like a battle in itself, my legs unsteady, trembling beneath me, and yet there was no room for hesitation. There was no time to slow down.

Inferno