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Come celebrate with me the launch of my debut fantasy novel! So much of my world was written at this coffee shop and so it seemed fitting to have the launch party here! Physical copies will be available to purchase and pre-orders may be picked up here! *Pre-orders will be available soon on my website!

A young woman who wields the unimaginable power of the dragon must decide where her loyalties lie—and where her heart belongs.

A weak to very strong main character, detailed world building, and intense combat. Expect team-building, theorycrafting, lots of animal companions, and a good-natured MC who won’t accept the world’s fate.

"This will be on the big screen. A fantastical epic journey..." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "The world-building is meticulous, creating a vivid setting filled with mythical creatures, ancient lore, and magical elements that enchant and captivate. The pacing is masterful, balancing intense action sequences with deep character development and moments of introspection." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "An exciting exploration of a planet filled with gods, humans, and fantastical animals." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This book is an epic ride. Packed with family betrayal, powerful demigods, and intense battles featuring dragons and mythical creatures, it kept me hooked." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This book grabbed me from the start with its fresh take on demigods and magic. What really got me though was he siblings! The rivalry and tension between them felt real, even in this world of mythical creatures and epic battles."

What if a village needed to pay tribute in the form of a young woman? And what if that young woman had far more magic than anyone was aware of? What readers are saying: ★★★★★ "Unlike anything I've read before." ★★★★★ "The plot had me completely invested, and I read this book in one setting!" ★★★★★ "A harrowing, haunting fairy tale populated by a beautifully flawed cast of characters."

“We’re closed!” I called out, still pulling glasses out. I could hear a multitude of boots thumping across the wood floor of the bar. I hissed a frustrated breath out through my teeth. Standing, I shouted, “I said we’re…” I trailed off when I saw who’d come in. It was the guy from earlier in the night—the shifter. And he’d brought all his friends back. A knot of fear cinched tightly in my gut when I saw their faces. All of them, including the guy who I’d thought had been flirting with me, looked furious. Like, ready-to-fight furious. The worst part was the fact that they were all looking at me. Like I’d made them mad. Trying not to let my fear show, I cleared my throat. “Sorry, guys. We closed over an hour ago. If you want service, you’ll have to come back tomorrow night.” Ignoring me, the guy I’d been talking to stepped up to the bar and slammed his palms down on it. The impact reverberated through the bar like a gunshot. “You shouldn’t even exist.” I took an involuntary step back, shocked by the disgust in his voice. He was looking at me like I was something foul stuck to his shoe. What had happened in the last two hours? The jovial, charming grin was gone. All I saw now was the curled lip of loathing. He looked back at his boys. “Smell that? Was I lying?” The rest of his friends shook their heads, one of them sniffing at the air and making a deep, throaty growl. Cold sweat slid down my back, my eyes darting around at all the other men. None of their faces showed the slightest hint of compassion. Some had even moved to the ends of the bar, cutting off any escape I might have had. My breath started to hiss in and out my nose in panicked bursts. What was about to happen to me? Robbery? Murder? Assault? A thousand nightmare scenarios flashed through my mind. The shifter leaned forward, getting as close as the bar would allow. “Your bloodline should have been completely wiped out. The whole lineage was supposed to be dead. It looks like some of that tainted blood slipped through the cracks.” I bumped into the shelf of liquor behind me. A bottle of tequila and a pint of whisky fell off the shelf, shattering onto the floor. The pungent aroma of alcohol burned my nose. What was he talking about? “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, my voice uncharacteristically low and quiet. He shook his head and spat on the ground. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll be gone soon enough. Go.” At the word, his men leaped to action. They moved so fast, I could barely register what was happening. Blurs of motion, screams and growls, the shimmering, angry flash of their red eyes. The last thing I remembered was a searing pain in my sides, followed by an explosion of pain at the back of my head. After that, everything went dark.

At first glance, she's just another bundle of rags in the shadow of an alley tucked between two buildings. Probably another drunk or addict. Maybe a corpse—wouldn't be the first I've found this month. But something about the shape makes me pause mid-stride. "Demons below," I mutter, moving closer. It's a woman. Young. Curled on her side, one arm thrust out as though she'd been crawling toward the street. Her dress—little more than a rag—rides up to reveal legs streaked with dirt and scratches. Her other arm cradles a swollen belly. She's pregnant. Very pregnant. I crouch beside her, scanning for immediate dangers before focusing on her fully. Deep auburn hair, matted and filthy, plasters against her temples. Her bare feet are bloody and caked with grime. Her breathing comes in ragged, shallow gasps. "Hey. Can you hear me?" No response. Not even a flicker of her eyelids. But her chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm. I press my fingers to her neck, feeling a thready pulse beneath skin that burns too hot. She's running a dangerous fever. Dehydrated too, from the look of her cracked lips. Something twists in my chest—an ugly, forgotten feeling I've spent years burying. My sister Mara's face flashes in my mind. "Not again," I growl. AMZN: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F6DD7LGM

At first glance, she's just another bundle of rags in the shadow of an alley tucked between two buildings. Probably another drunk or addict. Maybe a corpse—wouldn't be the first I've found this month. But something about the shape makes me pause mid-stride. "Demons below," I mutter, moving closer. It's a woman. Young. Curled on her side, one arm thrust out as though she'd been crawling toward the street. Her dress—little more than a rag—rides up to reveal legs streaked with dirt and scratches. Her other arm cradles a swollen belly. She's pregnant. Very pregnant. I crouch beside her, scanning for immediate dangers before focusing on her fully. Deep auburn hair, matted and filthy, plasters against her temples. Her bare feet are bloody and caked with grime. Her breathing comes in ragged, shallow gasps. "Hey. Can you hear me?" No response. Not even a flicker of her eyelids. But her chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm. I press my fingers to her neck, feeling a thready pulse beneath skin that burns too hot. She's running a dangerous fever. Dehydrated too, from the look of her cracked lips. Something twists in my chest—an ugly, forgotten feeling I've spent years burying. My sister Mara's face flashes in my mind. "Not again," I growl. AMZN: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F6DD7LGM