Winter Short Stories A century of domestic spite, a weeping kitchen floor, and the one contractor in Charleston who isn’t afraid of the dark. The kitchen floor was screaming again. Not a metaphorical house-settling-at-night wail, but the high, thin screech of over-stressed heart-pine being forced to hold a weight it didn’t recognize as life.…

Episode Two: Part Two The Charleston summer is reaching its peak, thick with heat, humidity, and an unbearable secret. For three months, photographer Manon has been wrapped up in a careful, cool courtship with Falcon, collecting beautiful flowers, insightful conversation, and a mountain of strange, impossible evidence. She’s formed a theory that belongs in…

Into the Storm Hello again, dear readers! Content warning: This installment contains adult content. If that’s not your cup of tea, this is your exit point! The vanilla version is available on my page. We’re at the climax (ahem) of our story. Vera and Fiona have the coordinates they need to save the Yule…

Into the Storm Hello again, dear readers! We’re back with the third installment and things are heating up (ironically, just as our heroines are about to go out into a freezing storm). Last time, Vera successfully translated centuries-old coordinates into modern GPS data, proving that sometimes the most magical thing in the room is…

Episode Two: Part One The air in Charleston is getting heavier, thick with the scent of jasmine and old secrets. And for photographer Manon, the spring season is giving way to something far more complicated than the heat: a woman named Falcon. Falcon writes letters by hand, drives a vintage Shelby Mustang, and knows…

The Foundation Survey Welcome back, readers! Content reminder: This is the mature/explicit version of the story. Things are heating up considerably in this installment! When we left off, Vera and Fiona were trapped in a pitch-dark archive, pressed close together for warmth, and the tension between them was already thick enough to cut with…

The Foundation Survey Welcome back, readers! When we left off, meticulous archivist Vera and wild-hearted witch Fiona were trapped in a pitch-dark archive during the worst storm of the season. The town’s magical Yule Hearth is failing, and they have until dawn to find the original construction plans and fix it. No pressure, right?…

Episode One: The Gallery Opening Welcome to the start of Falcon & Manon: A Charleston Tale, a series exploring the secret history, old magic, and eternal shadows of the Lowcountry. If you’re new here, buckle up, it gets humid, and the past is never truly dead. Spring 2024 “They’re not for sale.” Falcon turned…

When the Archive Door Exploded Happy holidays, readers! I’m excited to share a cozy (and steamy) winter romance that’s been percolating in my imagination. This is the story of Vera, a meticulous archivist who lives by rules and procedures, and Fiona, a wild-hearted witch who’s about to crash through more than just a locked…

When the Archive Door Exploded Happy holidays, readers! I’m excited to share a cozy winter romance that’s been percolating in my imagination. This is the story of Vera, a meticulous archivist who lives by rules and procedures, and Fiona, a wild-hearted witch who’s about to crash through more than just a locked door. Over…

New Story Announcement: Falcon & Manon, Plus Vanilla/Spiced Weekend Updates Thank you so much for joining Dani and Bex for the ride in Haint Party! We successfully closed the chapter on Dani’s wild night with her chosen family… the one that left her standing at the altar with one heck of a shiner! From…

Haint Party Despite the pre-dawn drama, the wedding was flawless. It was a beautiful lie we all collectively told the world. Our honeymoon in the mountains was a blissful counterpoint to the chaos: we trekked, camped, and exhaustively photographed every moment. On the long drive back, we even had our auras read and our…

Haint Party I stood in front of the living room mirror, making a final, pathetic attempt to coax the wrinkles out of my clothes. After confirming they were ruined beyond salvation, I gave up and attacked my hair. I was a mess, sleep-deprived, and marked with a fresh witch brand. I checked my phone:…