Of Shadows & Ash

A Shadow Magic Fantasy Romance with Enemies to Lovers Tension

De: Julie Blackheart

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Perfect for fans of The Plated Prisoner and A Court of Thorns and Roses, Of Shadows and Ash is the first book in a dark fantasy romance series with slow-burn heat, morally grey fae, cursed witches, secret identities, found family, and a heroine who refuses to go quietly.

They say I used to be someone else.

Someone powerful. Dangerous.

Now I’m just Felicity Forrest—journalist, sceptic, nobody. Until I kill a man…and the blood won’t wash off.

One problem. He wasn’t just a man. He was fae.

When a dark bargain rips away my identity and buries my past, I wake up in a world I don’t recognise with magic I’m not supposed to have and a snarky familiar who insists I’m a Shadowborn Witch. The Veil between realms is thinning. The monsters are stirring. And the dangerously beautiful stranger who watches me with haunted onyx eyes? He swears I’m fated to destroy everything.

He might be right.

But I’ve never been good at playing by the rules. If I’m the harbinger of chaos, then maybe it’s time the courts learned what happens when you back a witch into a corner.

Reader Note: Contains cliffhangers so rude they may cause yelling, late-night reading, and emotional damage.

EXCERPT:

“There’s something you need to understand,” he says, voice rough. “What happened tonight…you’re right. It can’t go beyond this field, this moment.”

My heart skips. “What do you mean?”

Pain flashes across his face. “This—us—it’s dangerous. For both of us.”

I want to scream at him, tell him I’ll take the risk. But before I can, he murmurs something in a language I don’t recognize. His hands move with precision, weaving a symbol in the air.

The world tilts. Magic surges.

“No, wait—”

Too late.

Everything slips. The rush of the ride. His lips on mine. The heat of his body. Gone. Like a dream unraveling.

Still, I lift my chin and lie through my teeth. “Fine by me. Trust me, you’re not that memorable.”

I turn and walk away, memory already dissolving behind me. But some part of me knows—I’ll feel this ache long after I forget his name.

“Fine, ye stubborn pain in me hole. Suit yerself and walk back for all I care,” he mutters behind me.

I smile to myself, even if I won’t admit that hearing him curse at me, his thick accent wrapping around the words like a goddamn spell, has anything to do with the curve of my lips.

I can’t help it. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. I keep moving, but I’m angry by the time I’m halfway back to town. I’m wondering how much of this I’ll remember tomorrow. Bastard. My head swims in a haze, but I cling to my memories with a vice grip, refusing to let them slip away.

The cold night air wraps around me like a pelerine, chilling my skin, but something else tingles at the back of my neck…