In Morrow’s End, every story comes with a body count.
Cricket Boone wasn’t supposed to want more. Not from this town, not from her life, and definitely not from August Ellery—the quiet, brilliant weirdo who was always her ex’s best friend. But something’s shifting in Morrow’s End, and the Epitaph Club’s latest haunting doesn’t feel like a ghost.
This is more…otherworldly. Eldritch, even. A city that appears offshore without warning. A crumbling house full of secrets. A presence that calls her by the name she never uses—and asks what she wants, even when she can’t say it out loud.
Now she and Augie are knee-deep in unfinished stories and buried desire, unraveling a mystery that stretches from the basement of a rotting Victorian to the legacy of a coastal cult. And the deeper they dig, the harder it gets to pretend this isn’t becoming something more''something hot, dangerous, and impossible to control.
Because Augie doesn’t just see her. He listens when she begs. And when he says good girl, she falls to pieces.
The dead are listening. The house remembers. And in a town like this, the things you want most are the ones most likely to want you back.
Perfect for fans of The Dead Romantics and Mexican Gothic—a high-heat, kinky Southern Gothic romance with tentacles, tenderness, and a nerdy dom.
Cricket Boone wasn’t supposed to want more. Not from this town, not from her life, and definitely not from August Ellery—the quiet, brilliant weirdo who was always her ex’s best friend. But something’s shifting in Morrow’s End, and the Epitaph Club’s latest haunting doesn’t feel like a ghost.
This is more…otherworldly. Eldritch, even. A city that appears offshore without warning. A crumbling house full of secrets. A presence that calls her by the name she never uses—and asks what she wants, even when she can’t say it out loud.
Now she and Augie are knee-deep in unfinished stories and buried desire, unraveling a mystery that stretches from the basement of a rotting Victorian to the legacy of a coastal cult. And the deeper they dig, the harder it gets to pretend this isn’t becoming something more''something hot, dangerous, and impossible to control.
Because Augie doesn’t just see her. He listens when she begs. And when he says good girl, she falls to pieces.
The dead are listening. The house remembers. And in a town like this, the things you want most are the ones most likely to want you back.
Perfect for fans of The Dead Romantics and Mexican Gothic—a high-heat, kinky Southern Gothic romance with tentacles, tenderness, and a nerdy dom.