The face he wore belonged to a prince eleven days dead.

Silas is a Soul-Stitcher. He can lift the face off a corpse and wear it like a coat — a useful trick for a thief, and the only skill his brother ever let him keep. When the Necromancer Queen executes Thorne for a murder Silas is certain he didn't commit, Silas crosses four hundred miles wearing a dead man's smile with a simple plan: marry her, kill her in the bridal suite, and steal back his brother's soul from the vault beneath her palace.

The plan survives about eleven seconds past the gate.

Because Queen Valerius knew who he was before he climbed the steps. Because the court she rules is fourteen dead and eight living. Because the thing that signed his brother's death warrant is four hundred years old, it has worn eleven bodies before hers, and it did not stop wanting when she started fighting.

And because somewhere north of the palace there is a road that appears only when someone wants to reach the end of it badly enough — leading to a village that has been waiting, patiently and specifically, for Silas since the day he was born.

He came here to end something. He is going to have to find out what.

BLOOD AND VELVET is a gothic fantasy romance about possession, borrowed faces, and the difference between loving someone and refusing to let them go — for readers of enemies-to-lovers with teeth, morally grey rogues, and heroines who have been holding the door shut alone for eleven years.

A complete standalone. One book, one ending, no cliffhanger.

Blood and Velvet

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