The Emperor needs necromancers. The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman. Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead bullshit. Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service. Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die. Of course, some things are better left dead.

A grumpy, reclusive scholar. An unexpected houseguest with a shadowy past. And a cottage with only one bed.Everything Ethram has ever had in his life, he has lost. His family. His career. His courage. Ever since his accident in the dark of the university archives, he just wants to be left alone. He is content to quietly fade away with his history books and his tumbling-down cottage.Until the storm. Until the stranger.Ky arrives on Ethram’s doorstep wounded, rain-drenched, and fey enough to be dangerous. Taking him in is reckless, but Ethram is a historian, and is far too intrigued by the promise of a mystery to turn him away.Ky’s secrets run river-deep. He is a threat, bringing danger stalking closer every day. And despite his arrogance, he is strikingly thoughtful, coaxing Ethram’s cottage garden back to life. He gives Ethram everything Ethram is too afraid to want…a warm bed, a companion, a home. And that is another kind of danger.Because Ky is not meant to stay in the mortal world—and loving him might be Ethram’s greatest loss of all.Stormcaught is a darkly cosy MM novella with a grumpy historian and a mysteriously monstrous houseguest. It is a prequel story to All Woven With Ivy, and it can be read as a standalone (it has a HFN-ish HEA). It contains pining, academia, cottagecore cosiness, and mild spice with fade-to-grey scenes.

In this atmospheric Appalachian gothic, the Haddesley siblings of West Virginia must unearth long-buried secrets to carve out a future when the supernatural bargain entwining their fate with their ancestral land is suddenly ruptured Since time immemorial, the Haddesley family has tended the cranberry bog. In exchange, the bog sustains them. The staunch seasons of their lives are governed by a strict covenant that is renewed each generation with the ritual sacrifice of their patriarch, and in return, the bog produces a “bog-wife.” Brought to life from vegetation, this woman is meant to carry on the family line. But when the bog fails—or refuses—to honor the bargain, the Haddesleys, a group of discordant siblings still grieving the mother who mysteriously disappeared years earlier, face an unknown future. Middle child Wenna, summoned back to the dilapidated family manor just as her marriage is collapsing, believes the Haddesleys must abandon their patrimony. Her siblings are not so easily persuaded. Eldest daughter Eda, de facto head of the household, seeks to salvage the compact by desecrating it. Younger son Percy retreats into the wilderness in a dangerous bid to summon his own bog-wife. And as youngest daughter Nora takes desperate measures to keep her warring siblings together, fledgling patriarch Charlie uncovers a disturbing secret that casts doubt over everything the family has ever believed about itself. Brimming with aching loss and the universal struggle between honoring family commitments and the drive to strike out on one’s own, The Bog Wife is a haunting invocation of the arcane power of the habits and habitats that bound us.