Come on in, dear readers, and pull up a chair by the flickering firelight of this blog, where the shadows dance and the air hums with secrets. It’s May 26, and I’m grinning like a kid who’s just found the key to a haunted attic, because my first novel, Veil of Crimson Vows, has clawed its way out of my heart and onto the page—a gothic romance thriller that’ll drag you, heart thumping, into a world where love and dread tangle like lovers in a storm.
Picture Briar Cove, a coastal town where the fog rolls in thick as regret, wrapping the streets in a shroud that whispers of things best left buried. At the heart of it looms Redthorne Estate, a place cursed and crumbling, its spires stabbing the sky like the bones of some forgotten beast. Our guide is Clara Everett, a wedding planner with a knack for taming chaos, but nothing in her day-planner could’ve braced her for this gig. She’s hired to orchestrate a high-society wedding at Redthorne, but the estate has other plans. Soon, Clara’s wading through a mire of secrets: a bride who vanished decades ago, her name scratched out of every record; cryptic notes that chill the blood; and a crimson veil, tattered and stained, that seems to weave every tragedy into its threads. The closer she gets to the truth, the tighter the estate’s grip, like a hand closing around her throat.
Then there’s Elias Redthorne, the heir to this rotting kingdom. He’s all storm and shadow, with eyes that could drown you and a heart locked up tighter than a coffin. Clara’s drawn to him, moth to a flame, even as every instinct screams to run. Their romance is a dangerous thing, forbidden and sharp-edged, blooming like a rose in a graveyard. As the wedding day creeps closer, Clara’s racing against time, digging into Redthorne’s past to break the curse before it claims her as its next ghost.
If you love gothic romance that seeps into your bones or suspense that keeps you up past midnight, Veil of Crimson Vows is your kind of poison. I poured everything into this tale, crafting a world as thick with atmosphere as Briar Cove’s fog, where betrayal and love are two sides of the same blade. It’s a story that won’t let go, not until you’ve turned the last page and checked the locks twice.
You can snatch up Veil of Crimson Vows on Amazon right now, and I’m itching to know what you think. Drop a comment below or slide into my inbox—I’m all ears for anyone who’s got a taste for romance laced with dread. Let’s talk about the shadows together.
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