A Grave For Two

He killed her in an alley. Then he walked through Hell to bring her back.

Lenora should be grateful. Instead, she sits in an ancient cottage at the edge of the world, watching snow fall through an open window, and waits for the thing inside her to speak.

Samael - the vampire who murdered her, loved her, died for her - watches her back. His gray eyes are empty now. She ate the compulsion that made him love her. She doesn't know if what remains is real. She doesn't know if she cares.

Because something else is waking up in Lenora's blood. Something older than vampires. Older than demons. Older than the first hunger that crawled out of the first grave.

The Primordial wants to be born. It wants her womb. Her children. Her body as a nest for its army of gray-skinned, sharp-toothed spawn.

Lenora has spent her whole life being invisible. Being small. Being told she wasn't enough.

Now the whole world is watching.

And she's done apologizing for existing.

Grave For Two: The Nest is a dark romantasy of body horror, monstrous motherhood, and the terrible beauty of becoming the villain. For readers who want their love stories sharp and bloody, their heroines hungry, and their endings earned in ash and bone.

The window is always open. The snow never stops falling. And she is not sorry.