Aquarius is now available!
The wait is over, guys. I’m so excited to announce that Aquarius is now available! This book really challenged me. I don’t want to give too much away, but Hugo’s story is a bit personal to me. I’ve dealt with night terrors all my life, and though my past isn’t anything like his, I had a closer connection to Hugo than to any of the other men in the series. His trauma is very dark, and I’ve written some very dark and fucked up things, but this one got to me a little—so much so that I wasn’t able to dig too deep, which might be a good thing, considering the subject matter.
And yet, despite the heaviness of this book, Hugo is the most golden-retriever-like male I’ve written in the Zodiac Queen.
If you haven’t started the series yet, Aries (part one) is available in Kindle Unlimited.
Please note that Aquarius is now available on Apple, Nook, Google, and Kobo for the next couple of days, but after that, it will also go into KU. You can grab your copy here.
Blurb
Hugo Alexander.
Philanthropist.
Protector of children no one else will save.
A man not interested in my body, only my talent.
He offers a partnership, not a price…
A gown for his foundation’s charity auction.
By day, Hugo and I form a genuine friendship. By night, screams tear through his walls, and I learn the gentlest man in this tower is the most haunted of them all.
But his ghosts aren’t the only ones in this house.
I’ve got secrets, too.
Ones I can’t reveal to a single soul.
Because the love of my life isn’t dead.
He’s gone underground, on the hunt for answers.
And one slip from me could put him back in danger.
A night was all it took.
An unexpected reunion.
One unbreakable rule broken.
Now I’m protecting the most miraculous secret of all.
And the stakes have never been so high.
Part 11 of The Zodiac Queen. Intended for mature readers who enjoy dark and explicit themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Excerpt
January 13th
My name echoes through the dark, colliding with the rush in my ears. Dizziness sends my head into a tailspin, and I stumble back until the door braces me, holding me upright as my eyes reject what’s in front of me.
Because my mind is splitting down the middle—one half still drowning in weeks of crushing grief while the other processes the miracle of his presence.
That hoarse whisper shapes my name again, and I know it’s him.
The ghost of Sebastian Stone.
Moving toward me in the darkness.
Flesh and blood.
Alive.
Just as my knees buckle, a small squeak escapes my throat.
“I’ve got you,” he says, catching me before I hit the floor.
His arms lock around me as the world tilts, and the steady thump-thump of his heart drags me back, beat by beat. I can’t get a single word out to question the how or why. None of it matters.
Because Sebastian is alive.
“I thought I saw you…that was really you downstairs?”
“It was me.”
“How?”
“It’s a long story.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and we hold each other while the unbelievable trembles through us both. I have no idea how long we stand together, fused as one. I only know that everything feels right in my world.
Eventually, he pulls back and cradles my cheeks, thumbs wiping away drops of fragile hope, and we stare at each other.
Soundless and unmoving.
The kind of quiet that hums with life and reunion, bearing witness to souls bound, lost, and found again. I could live forever like this, wrapped in his arms without the clutter of words.
But even forever has a time limit.
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