Hello sweet children of chaos

The Unicussy is available for preorder

Some updates!

First things first: Signed copies of Lovers Through the Looking Glass are available until August 8th! Get ‘em while they’re hot. They’re not really hot, but you are.

After that, they will only be available on Amazon

Next up, Unicussy.

The Perfect Unicorn is currently with a proofreader; final edits will be underway soon. ARC approval emails will be sent out today, and ARCs will go out next week, whether or not the proofread is done because I am impatient.

ebook preorders are available on Amazon, and preorders for signed copies are now up on my site!

Here’s a look at all the artwork I currently have for The Perfect Unicorn!

The beautiful Vesper. Prints of him will come with signed copies.

This artwork is incomplete, but you’re special, my sweet newsletter subscriber. You get to see it early. I’m not sure if this one will come with signed copies yet, as I'm still in communication with the artist regarding licensing rights. Also, disregard the current background. I was playing in Canva, okay? The final version of this will be much more beautiful.

This bookmark, made by me, will come with signed copies

Again, this isn’t done yet, but you’re special. Also planning to include the finished piece as a print to accompany signed copies.

As for other updates, I’m currently working on a red riding hood inspired story. I’m not very far in yet, but I’m enjoying it. And to show you just how special you are, here’s the first paragraph. Note, it’s unedited and will likely change before publication.

Roan Brimwell made a virgin’s mistake.

She had foolishly thought that since she’d ridden Vincent like a stallion, he’d suddenly care for her life. If not for her well-being, then at least so he could fuck her again. But with Roan on her back, fighting for her life, while Vincent stood safely out of reach, atop a fucking lamppost like some arrogant raven, picking invisible dirt from his nails with a silver dagger—it was clear he could give a rat’s ass about her safety or whether or not she’d bed him again.