Nicole Fiorina

A forbidden, timeless, and haunting love story. Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Fallon who was taken far away from home shortly after she was born.  A home that held more than strange traditions and bizarre superstitions. Twenty-four years later, she returned to Weeping Hollow, a town she’d only heard about in stories during restless nights under a marble moon, in the middle of the night to take care of her last living relative.  They called the nosy mortician a freakshow–a ghastly thing. They said I couldn’t go near her. Still, there was this aching pull to Fallon Grimaldi that I couldn’t escape. A nostalgic pull as if we’d been here before. Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious boy named Julian with a curse as old as centuries wrapped around his soul.  He was one of the four Hollow Heathens, the very dark creatures who caused the town’s people to live in fear.  And the Blackwell name was stained with darkness and death. They called him a monster. Cold and hollow. They said I shouldn’t go near him. Still, there was this aching pull to Julian Blackwell that I couldn’t escape. A nostalgic pull as if we’d been here before. 

A forbidden, timeless, and haunting love story. Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Fallon who was taken far away from home shortly after she was born.  A home that held more than strange traditions and bizarre superstitions. Twenty-four years later, she returned to Weeping Hollow, a town she’d only heard about in stories during restless nights under a marble moon, in the middle of the night to take care of her last living relative.  They called the nosy mortician a freakshow–a ghastly thing. They said I couldn’t go near her. Still, there was this aching pull to Fallon Grimaldi that I couldn’t escape. A nostalgic pull as if we’d been here before. Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious boy named Julian with a curse as old as centuries wrapped around his soul.  He was one of the four Hollow Heathens, the very dark creatures who caused the town’s people to live in fear.  And the Blackwell name was stained with darkness and death. They called him a monster. Cold and hollow. They said I shouldn’t go near him. Still, there was this aching pull to Julian Blackwell that I couldn’t escape. A nostalgic pull as if we’d been here before. 

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝. To my beloved black sea, It was full dark when I snuck out of the castle to meet you. You wore those ripped black jeans and your new friend’s boots, with sleet from the forest still in the grooves. You moved awkwardly in your new clothes because you were still creating yourself, like one of your drawings. We drank vanilla cola from glass bottles and listened to a song about how fast the night changes over and over. Two adults frolicking as youths, French kissing in secret to hide from winter and distract ourselves from the town crumbling around us. The way we touched each other was equally punishing and artful, painting a world where we could be together on each other’s skin. For a while, we pretended. For a while, I was the kind of woman you could be loyal to and fight for, and you weren’t the lost, forbidden Heathen. Now, it’s been days since I’ve seen you. I’ve decided long ago, and this is my last letter. Everything I’ve worked so hard for—before you came along—will carry on as if our time together never happened. Don’t bother stopping me. As I once said, the tremor between us will only lead to carnage. But as I plunge a knife into the chest of the man I once desired to marry, I’ll think of all those foolish nights when we pretended, our time on Bone Island, vanilla cola, our stupid song, and you. Yes, my beloved black sea. I’ll think of you. xx, a Bone Island can be read as a stand-alone or within the interconnected series. For a better reading experience, read books in the order they are published.

In a desperate final attempt to save nineteen-year-old Mia from herself, she gets transferred to Dolor University, a reformatory college in the UK that housed deranged and dangerous young adults who viewed the private institution as their own personal playground. Mia didn’t care. She needed feelings to care. She’d keep her head down, ignore everyone, and make it through the next two years effortlessly. Though Mia never anticipated Ollie Masters. With green eyes, tattoos, and the voice of a poet, she is quickly drawn to him. But because of her sociopath tendencies, she knows it could only end in one of two ways. Either he will be the one to free her from her past, or she will be the one to destroy him.

COMING THIS FALL

MIA. It was so close, I'd tasted it–the freedom. But the only thing I could taste now was the end. Over the last two years, I’d let all outside forces dictate my life, my feelings, my head. I’d allowed everyone to control what my punishment should be for all my wrong-doings. I’d been tested and learned my lesson. I’d paid my dues and suffered long enough. Because in the end, even the once-upon-a-damned deserved to be happy too.OLLIE.How far are you willing to go? I’d asked myself this very question countless times. But never in my wildest dreams thought I’d go back in time, chasing ghosts from my past for a chance to save our future. So, there was no limit. No boundaries. I’d cross time, the world, my morals. Yes, I’d even double-cross myself. So, how far would I go? The answer had always been simple.I’d go an eternity plus a day past crestfallen.

The second book in a heart-consuming series. Ollie. Forget everything you thought you knew. Hell, I don't even know myself anymore. For seven months I've been gone only to come back to be tested in every way possible. They say keep your enemies close, and my demons welcomed me back with open arms. My downfall is a necessary evil. But Mia is my endgame. Mia. Seven months ago, Ollie surrendered to the darkness, abandoning me in the process. He stripped me of my walls only to leave me defenseless. Now he's back, along with fresh new faces and obstacles standing in our way. He says trust no one. Not even him. How am I supposed to be strong for us both when I'm losing my grip? "Just stay with me, Mia." "Even when you're gone?" "Especially when I'm gone.".