She came to the island looking for a place that would finally keep her.Forty-three-year-old Lena Ashby has spent her whole life being the most emotionally competent person in every room and getting nothing in return for it. After fourteen years of marriage and a divorce that didn't shatter her so much as reveal the emptiness waiting underneath, she follows a half-remembered recommendation to Harrow's Edge — an off-grid community on the fog-bound Pacific Northwest coast, run entirel...

"I am not afraid of ghosts. I am afraid of what they remember."When Imara Thornwood inherits Ashwood Estate, she expects dust, silence, and old books. What she finds instead is a house alive with memory—and women who were erased for loving other women, for knowing too much, for refusing to be small.As a Black lesbian scholar in Victorian England, Imara has spent her life documenting other women's courage while hiding her own. At Ashwood, the past refuses to stay buried. Spi...

She was supposed to be untouchable.Veron Salazar knows exactly how to survive campus life: keep her head down, keep her team in line, and keep winning. As captain of the university volleyball team, she has built her reputation on discipline, silence, and the kind of control that makes people step out of her way. She does not have time for distractions, especially not Atisha Velasco—the cheer squad's golden girl, campus darling, and the one person who seems determined to turn every ...

"Emergency contact means primary. It means you're the person who matters most. And I'm never that for anyone."Silas is aromantic, an artist, and resigned to being forever adjacent in other people's lives. While everyone around them finds romantic partners and traditional futures, Silas maintains casual hookups, creates sculptures about connection, and accepts that being someone's emergency contact is a privilege reserved for people who do romance.Then Maren—a romance-positi...

Her blood. Sabine's cells. A controlled exchange—and nothing more.Three weeks after losing her medical research license, Ines Alvarado moves into a decaying apartment building with one suitcase, a box of forbidden notebooks, and no intention of living an ordinary life. When a cut on her hand exposes her enigmatic landlord's barely restrained hunger, Ines confirms what she has already begun to suspect.Sabine Delacroix-Row is...

"The Click did not ask permission."Rhea Ashmark has spent her life becoming the perfect heir: disciplined, strategic, and necessary. At a peace summit meant to end a century of war between rival wolf-shifter packs, she is prepared for every negotiation, every political trap, and every sacrifice her title demands.She is not prepared for Fen Duskline.Fen is the daughter of the enemy pack, bound by duty, expectation, and a future already chosen for her. She should be n...

Sam Reyes has spent twelve years perfecting the art of control. Her apartment is spotless. Her calendar is optimized. Her heart is locked behind careful boundaries built brick by brick after the person she loved most walked away without explanation.Then Nicole Brennan shows up at a design conference in Portland—Nicole, who was supposed to stay in Sam's past where she belonged. Nicole, who now carries regrets like armor and an apology that Sam never thought she'd hear. And suddenly,...

"Do you still believe monsters should be saved?"Isolde Varrow commands the dead with grave-dirt on her hands and patience sharp enough to cut bone. Thessaly Ondrik burns heretics for a faith she no longer believes in, wearing obedience like armor and violence like a second skin. They should be enemies: a necromancer dragged before the court in chains, and the inquisitor ordered to escort her into a living labyrinth built to purify the wicked.But the labyrinth does not want ...

"I was thinking we could figure it out."Dani Reyes has spent three years building a life that asks nothing from her. Every night she works the graveyard shift at a twenty-four-hour laundromat, solving crosswords, organizing supply shelves, and moving through routines so familiar they have become a language of their own.Then Mae starts showing up.Fresh from late-night performances at an underground cabaret, Mae arrives every Thursday at three in the morning with duff...

She saw her first at a gala—tall, watchful, still in the particular way of someone who had already assessed every room they'd ever walked into and found it acceptable. They spoke for fifteen minutes. Then Camille Reyes turned to get a drink, and the woman in the black jacket was gone.Six months later, Camille is deep in the most important case of her career: a landmark civil harassment trial on behalf of a tenant systematically driven from her home by a powerful real estate firm. C...

"She was writing," Val tells herself afterward—not what she was writing, just that the woman near the fire door had a notebook and wouldn't explain it, and that Val had walked back into the room and hadn't looked back once. She'd done it on purpose. She was already thinking about the first move.Valentina Cruz has built her life on precision. At thirty-four, she is a razor-sharp civic attorney in Chicago—brilliant in depositions, effortless at fundraisers, master of the cal...

Don't sell it before Christmas. Just don't.That's all her grandmother left her — a handwritten postscript at the bottom of a will, beneath thirty-one rooms, four floors of Victorian architecture, and a building that turns its lights on before guests arrive.Wren Ashby is good at not needing things. She's spent years perfecting it — the single carry-on, the pre-booked return ticket, the careful inventory of a life that looks fine, which is to say it looks like no one...