- TheSpark
- Magic
- Spellcraft
- Fae
- War
- TheSpark
- Magic
- Spellcraft
- Fae
- War
All wiped from human memory and written histories an ignorance Nyleeria can never reclaim
Enjoy a free sneak peek into this fall’s most anticipated Romantasy book launch!
Enjoy a free sneak peek into this fall’s most anticipated Romantasy book launch!
Mythic Spark
By the Stars - Book One
When twenty-one-year-old Nyleeria met King Thaddeus for the first time outside her family’s rickety cabin, she had no idea how irrevocably her life would change.
The Spark. Magic. Spellcraft. Fae. The Great War. All elements wiped from human memory and written histories—an ignorance Nyleeria would have gladly maintained. But fate had other plans when it shattered her world with the disappearance of her siblings and the brutal murder of her parents, all because of a latent power she unwittingly possessed.
The primordial Spark lying dormant within her was coveted by two opposing realms who would unquestionably use its force to extinguish the other.
In a war she never knew existed, where the veil between human and fae realms is becoming dangerously thin, Nyleeria finds herself in possession of the very magic that can alter the fabric of her world.
A must-read for Romantasy lovers
- Gripping
- Spicy
- epic
By the Stars, thrusts readers into a realm where the magic is as real as the heartbeats of the characters they come to love. This novel does more than transport you to a fantastical world—it envelops you in it.
The narrative is gripping, the stakes are high, and the emotional payoff is immense—not to mention its spicy scenes are lip-biting worthy.
Characters are deeply complex and their emotional depth resonates powerfully throughout the narrative, having readers turn the pages to chase the end, only to ask when the next book is coming out!
“The truth, Nyleeria, is that I was searching for you.”
King Thaddeus
King Thaddeus
Musings with the willow
Musings with the willow
“I’d always thought of weeping willows as holding a deep sorrow. It was something in the way their branches yielded to gravity. How they turn downward, as opposed to stretching up to meet the world, confident and open for all to see. Perhaps I was in good company then, and the willow could take some of this newfound hollowness away. Or maybe I too, was now destined to weep in perpetuity.”
Musings with the willow
“I’d always thought of weeping willows as holding a deep sorrow. It was something in the way their branches yielded to gravity. How they turn downward, as opposed to stretching up to meet the world, confident and open for all to see. Perhaps I was in good company then, and the willow could take some of this newfound hollowness away. Or maybe I too, was now destined to weep in perpetuity.”
“But curse the gods for the desire threatening to consume my resolve, my sanity, my ethics.”
How many times had we done this before, in this valley, release washing over us? But as Eithan drew out desire with every touch, my body crying out for him, I sought any thread of restraint that would anchor me to reality—for the primal feeling rushing through my core, readying for him, was about to consume me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Nyleeria
Nyleeria