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The Long Dark Steep
You’d be cranky too if you woke up to murder, magic, and no tea.
I’m Lolly Legare, and I just had the longest nap ever. One minute, I’m sipping tea. Forty years later, I wake up in my bed like a cursed Sleeping Beauty, with dust on the floor, magic in the air, and no sign of my family. Just a forgotten town and one very brooding warlock who says I’m the last Legare standing.
A rival coven moved in while I was dreaming and erased everything I loved. My hometown of Seashadow Point might look like a quaint tourist trap on the outside with its marshy bogs, sea air, and magnolia trees. Without my familial coven to protect its ley lines, the town’s magic is ripe for the taking, and the wrong witches have plans for it. Big ones.
Now I’ve got to relearn my spells, rally some unlikely allies to form a new coven, and figure out what happened to my family before our enemies finish the job they started. Because if they win, Seashadow Point won’t just lose its witches. It’ll lose its soul.
Magic made this mess. And I’m the only one left who can clean it up.
Cozy Mysteries
MY ALIEN CAT PROBABLY ISN'T A MURDERER
Nothing wrecks your Friday kayaking trip like a government conspiracy.
I’m Dr. Elle Thatcher, freelance science journalist. I deal in facts, which is why I was the last person to believe that aliens existed — sure, the world had plenty of theories, but nobody had factual proof. Until now. It was supposed to be an ordinary sample-collection run through the marsh when a weather balloon dropped a literal shape-shifting extraterrestrial into my kayak. He was anything but a little green alien, and he spoke English as well as any grammar professor.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only thing floating around in the marsh that day. On our way back, we stumbled across the bloated corpse of a missing research lab CEO — the same lab that used to employ me, right up until I started asking too many questions. The same lab where my sister-in-law still works. It’s a small marsh.
Before I could decide whether to turn him over to the feds, Grump promised that if I helped him return to his home planet, he’d owe me a favor. He shifted into the form of a hairless cat to look more normal, and here we are. I just have to find a travel site that books one-way tickets to alien home planets. After we solve a murder, of course.
A SIP OF STARDUST AND SABOTAGE
The smartest person in the room is usually the one holding the teapot.
That’d be me, Stella Logan. When I applied to work for an intergalactic mining company, steeping tea at the Low-Brew Café wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it beats explaining why I walked away from a lucrative career in forensic chemistry. Or that I’m not technically an Earthling. In all fairness, neither is my coworker Lloyd. He’s an actual droid.
When a young surveyor orders our new blend of Nebula Oolong and collapses mid-sip, my instincts kick in before my customer service smile has a chance to intervene. Lloyd’s sensors confirm what I already suspect. Whatever was in that cup didn’t come from this moon, and it didn’t get into that teacup by accident.
Now Lloyd and I have to cut through cosmic red tape, dodge corporate inspectors, and find the real culprit before I end up in a distant planet’s prison with a droid for a cellmate.
Middle-Grade Mysteries
The Beacon On the Bluffs
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The Beacon On the Bluffs
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The Beacon On the Bluffs
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LitRPG Adventure
A GLITCH IN THE GUEST LIST
The world started with a big bang and ended with a System prompt.
Petra dreaded her upcoming fortieth birthday — not because she was approaching middle age. She didn’t mind the gray hairs and crow’s feet. The problem was that in the twenty years since the Collapse, people had stopped celebrating things. They were not only burnt out from the constant need to level up, but they were devoid of hope.
That changes now.
With her vocal dog Phoebe at her side and a neglected Hospitality skill tree just waiting to be maxed out, Petra navigates a cozy, industrial world built on crafting and magical logistics. If she’s going to pull this off, she’ll have to source rare ingredients in the overgrown state park for party snacks, convince the other villagers to attend, and craft something suitable to wear.
But a glitch in the town roster suggests that some people would prefer that parties remain a thing of the past. Making matters worse, the System refuses to authorize this quest. In a world where survival of the fittest means a literal daily grind, Petra is about to prove that sometimes, all you need to start a revolution is a birthday party.
CORE TROPES:
- Post-Apocalypse Lite: A world focused on rebuilding and recovery.
- Theatrical Scavenging: Utilizing “boho-feral” aesthetics and salvaged vintage tech.
- Cozy Crafting: High-reward progression focused on atmosphere and community building.
- Neurospicy Perspective: A protagonist navigating the complex social puzzles of a fractured society.
Psychological Thriller
Dead Girl Summer
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Only One Came Back
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Romantasy
A Thread of Silent Silk
Aster De Vyne was born to be a goddess. Instead, she was sold as an asset.
As the last daughter of a bankrupt dynasty, Asterope De Vyne is the ultimate “Premium” collateral. Her future is a gilded nightmare: a forced marriage to the obsessive Lucius Gallow and a life spent as a biological loom for his global empire.
Soren Hart was born to be a ghost. Instead, he became a savior.
A Null with no digital footprint and a commoner’s grit, Soren was sent to steal the secrets hidden in Aster’s diary. He expected a spoiled princess. He found a woman holding a blade to his throat, desperate enough to burn the world down to be free.
The Bargain: He provides the silence. She provides the spark.
Chased by mechanical Widow-Bolts into the rusted ruins of the Dead Steel wasteland, Aster and Soren must survive a world that wants to weave them into a pattern they never chose. But in the silence of the ruins, a new connection is forming—one the Hive can’t track, and Gallow can’t break.
In a world of artificial light, their love is the only thing that’s real.
Witchy Mysteries
The Long Dark Steep
You’d be cranky too if you woke up to murder, magic, and no tea.
I’m Lolly Legare, and I just had the longest nap ever. One minute, I’m sipping tea. Forty years later, I wake up in my bed like a cursed Sleeping Beauty, with dust on the floor, magic in the air, and no sign of my family. Just a forgotten town and one very brooding warlock who says I’m the last Legare standing.
A rival coven moved in while I was dreaming and erased everything I loved. My hometown of Seashadow Point might look like a quaint tourist trap on the outside with its marshy bogs, sea air, and magnolia trees. Without my familial coven to protect its ley lines, the town’s magic is ripe for the taking, and the wrong witches have plans for it. Big ones.
Now I’ve got to relearn my spells, rally some unlikely allies to form a new coven, and figure out what happened to my family before our enemies finish the job they started. Because if they win, Seashadow Point won’t just lose its witches. It’ll lose its soul.
Magic made this mess. And I’m the only one left who can clean it up.
The Last Winter Witch
When Wren Ashby inherits a snow-buried cottage from a great-aunt she never knew existed, she expects a cozy cottage in a quaint village. What she gets instead is a talking raven with strong opinions, a village that wants little to do with her, and a trap door sealed with salt and iron that breathes like something alive.
But her long-lost family member didn’t die of old age. And whatever she spent her final winter locking beneath that floor is waking up. Even worse, it’s coming for Wren.
The prophecy carved into the hearthstone is clear. Restore her family’s magic or lose it completely. Wren has until the first thaw to figure out which she’ll be. But this neurospicy witch has a notebook full of questions nobody wants to answer and a raven who is deeply unhelpful in the most useful ways. She’ll be fine. Probably.