Twenty-eight years.
That's how long I've carried my mother's curse — the one that jumped to me in the womb. It cracks glass under my hands. It snaps bones near anyone I let close. It is the reason I joke. It is the reason I stand three steps back from every brother in the Bone Hollow Sinners.
Then I walk into a small herb shop in Elkin's Gap with a headache I cannot fix, and the curse goes silent for the first time in my life.
She has corn-silk braids and steady grey eyes and hands stained green from her garden. Plants bloom when I'm near her. My migraines stop.
She's a Callaway.
The same bloodline that cursed me.
The same old magic that might be the only thing in these mountains that can break me free.
Two hundred years of broken pacts brought us here.
Can we survive the breaking?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
That's how long I've carried my mother's curse — the one that jumped to me in the womb. It cracks glass under my hands. It snaps bones near anyone I let close. It is the reason I joke. It is the reason I stand three steps back from every brother in the Bone Hollow Sinners.
Then I walk into a small herb shop in Elkin's Gap with a headache I cannot fix, and the curse goes silent for the first time in my life.
She has corn-silk braids and steady grey eyes and hands stained green from her garden. Plants bloom when I'm near her. My migraines stop.
She's a Callaway.
The same bloodline that cursed me.
The same old magic that might be the only thing in these mountains that can break me free.
Two hundred years of broken pacts brought us here.
Can we survive the breaking?
Genre: Paranormal Romance