The Morrow Lands

The dark voices whispered, calling from the shadows. “Use me,” they said with wicked promises.

 

     Nymue Hannok has always run. Three years ago she fled the worst night of her life and found herself in the sleepy little town of Hollows, Maine. But Hollows has its secrets too, and the workings of the dark witch Esmeray — whom Nymue lost so much to just one month ago — may have some unforeseen consequences. Dipping her toes into the shadows has severed Nymue’s connection to magic, and the new ley lines she and Esmeray created have locked what is most precious to her, her shop, to Hollows. Unable to move her hut, Nymue finds herself stranded in the town where too many things know just what she is.

     When a dead fae turns up in the woods, everything gets more complicated. The wolves and vampires are at each other's throats and she’s got to figure out what’s killing creatures dangerous enough to make the Lord’s quake in their boots, before the Gannon decides to offer up wolf pelts to the local sídhe to save themselves the backlash of the fae.

     Wynter Neilson’s never been sure of anything in his life, he didn’t even think he’d make it to twenty-five. Well, technically, he didn’t. It’s not often people get second chances, even as one of the supernatural. But as Nymue’s chevalier he’s certain of one thing. He’ll keep her alive. Even if she insists on running headlong into danger without her magic, without him, and flailing her pretty little arms at the monsters that want to gobble her up, just to get their attention better. Because he cares for her.

    He’s no fool, he sees how she looks for two-toned eyes in the room, feels her mourning a love never requited, never explored through their new soul bond. But that person is gone, and he’ll pick up the pieces they left shattered on the floor because she is worth every moment, every smile, he can wriggle out of her.

 

“Nym stop.” The voice was only a whisper, gruff and pained. But it sent a shiver through my whole frame. Jasp—