Tag: writer
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Chapter vi. The Memory Beneath Ramiel

“Eight will feed it.” The words remained in the dark long after the voice stopped speaking. Nesta stared through the opening. Nothing moved beyond it. No footsteps. No breathing. No conveniently visible ancient monster waiting to explain itself. Only darkness. Beside her, Cassian had gone perfectly still. Emerie was the first to speak. “Well…” Nesta…
Sonia M. Rompoti
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October Is Coming, Bestie. It’s Time to Read Something a Little Cursed

Put down the wholesome summer romance. We have witches, secrets and extremely questionable supernatural decisions to make. Bestie, we’ve made it. September is packing her bags. October is standing outside holding a candle and looking suspicious. And suddenly the books that sounded slightly too dark in July? Delicious. I don’t want sunshine anymore. I want…
Sonia M. Rompoti
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What Kind of Romance Reader Are You This September?

Cozy, spicy, witchy or currently making terrible fictional decisions? Let’s diagnose the TBR. Quick, bestie. No thinking. It’s Friday night. You have cancelled everything, acquired snacks and nobody is allowed to need anything from you for the foreseeable future. What are we reading? Something sweet and cozy where you know everything will eventually be okay?…
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The “Just One More Chapter” Romance Books We Blame for Our Sleep Problems

Tomorrow-you would like a word. Tonight-you does not care. Bestie, it’s 11:07 p.m. You’re going to read one chapter. Very mature. Very responsible. Look at you respecting your sleep schedule. Then somebody kisses somebody they absolutely should not be kissing. Suddenly it’s 12:43 a.m., your Kindle battery is at 14%, and you’ve begun calculating whether…
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Chapter v. What the Thread Remembers

You voted. Emerie follows the power—tracing who benefited from every oath Ilyra has cut. The silver ash is still climbing the wall, and it isn’t slowing down. The ash reached the base of the thread beside Cassian’s at the exact moment Emerie slammed a second ledger shut. “Oh no,” she said… which was not what…
Sonia M. Rompoti
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The Night Terror

He woke from bad dreams loudly. Had for as long as he could remember — a childhood thing that had never fully resolved, his nervous system apparently unwilling to believe the dark was safe without periodic confirmation. Mira had been startled the first time. Alarmed. She’d reached for him in the dark and found him…
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The Grocery List

He sent her a photo of the grocery list every time he went, just to check if she needed anything added. He’d been doing this for four years. It had started as practicality and become, somehow, a ritual she looked forward to with a fondness entirely disproportionate to the act. Sometimes she added things. Sometimes…
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Chapter iv. Blood Recognizing Blood

You voted. Nesta and Cassian are telling Rhys and Feyre everything. This should go beautifully, provided nobody objects to concealed blood-oaths, ancient magical archives, or possible death before breakfast.… Cassian had walked into burning cities with less dread than he felt walking into this study. Nesta went first, as if she’d decided somewhere between the…
Sonia M. Rompoti
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6 Low-Key Sexy Books to Read During the School Pickup Line

Hot enough to improve car line. Innocent enough that you won’t have to explain the cover to another mum. September means back to school, which means something very exciting happens to parents everywhere: we spend an absolutely ridiculous amount of our lives waiting in the car. Ten minutes until pickup. Twenty minutes outside ballet. Somehow…
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Chapter iii. The Oath He Buried

Nesta didn’t move from the doorway. “Explain,” she said. “No deflecting. No heroic silence. What did you promise?” Cassian’s wings had gone rigid against his back, the way they did before a fight he didn’t want. On his inner forearm, the scar she’d traced a hundred times without asking about, the one she’d assumed belonged…
Sonia M. Rompoti
