Never answer the voice in the dark. Every child in Brinewell learns that rule, and Hesper is the one who teaches it.
She’s the town’s chandler, the loudest laugh on the lane and the woman who runs Hollow-Eve like a general: two hundred lanterns still to dip, masks to carve, and a sixteen-year-old brother who would rather be off with the mule string than up to his wrists in tallow.
Five weeks before Hollow-Eve, the town’s one sweet well comes up bitter.
Lorak, the orc well-wright, goes down the shaft to find out why. He is enormous, unfailingly polite, and thanks fence posts for holding his weight. He comes back up and tells everyone it’s silt.
Hesper doesn’t believe a word of it.
That same night, something up the dark lane calls her brother by name, warm as family, and Corrin answers. By morning he can’t say his own name.
A haunted lane. A lantern that burns far too bright.
A quiet giant who is keeping something from her, and a coat big enough to swallow her to the knees.
Something under Brinewell has called her brother, and it means to collect him on Hollow-Eve. The one man who might know how to stop it is the one who lied.
A spooky-season, steamy orc romance with a sunshine heroine, a gentle giant with secrets, a brother in peril and a small town where the veil is wearing thin.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
She’s the town’s chandler, the loudest laugh on the lane and the woman who runs Hollow-Eve like a general: two hundred lanterns still to dip, masks to carve, and a sixteen-year-old brother who would rather be off with the mule string than up to his wrists in tallow.
Five weeks before Hollow-Eve, the town’s one sweet well comes up bitter.
Lorak, the orc well-wright, goes down the shaft to find out why. He is enormous, unfailingly polite, and thanks fence posts for holding his weight. He comes back up and tells everyone it’s silt.
Hesper doesn’t believe a word of it.
That same night, something up the dark lane calls her brother by name, warm as family, and Corrin answers. By morning he can’t say his own name.
A haunted lane. A lantern that burns far too bright.
A quiet giant who is keeping something from her, and a coat big enough to swallow her to the knees.
Something under Brinewell has called her brother, and it means to collect him on Hollow-Eve. The one man who might know how to stop it is the one who lied.
A spooky-season, steamy orc romance with a sunshine heroine, a gentle giant with secrets, a brother in peril and a small town where the veil is wearing thin.
Genre: Paranormal Romance