I’ve summoned a shadow king from another realm.
In my defence, he burned my flat down, destroyed my 90s emo record collection, and tried to use me as bait to get my best friend killed. He had it coming.
What I did not expect was for him to be so insufferably, unreasonably, categorically attractive. Or for the binding to work quite so well. He's trapped in the human world until I decide to let him go.
I'm not in a hurry.
His name is Dis. As in discord, disillusion, dismay, disaster.
I call him Disney. He hates it.
He calls me Little Witch. I don’t entirely hate it.
He is the most dangerous thing I have ever summoned. He was the weapon that carried out a coup in the Shadow Realm. He has powers that make grown shadow beings step carefully around him. He is ancient and controlled and furious about his current situation in ways he is too dignified to fully express.
He's also stuck in my flat above a coffee shop in Bristol until further notice.
This is either the worst idea I have ever had or the best.
Probably both.
Shadow King is the second book in the Shadow Men series. It can be read as a standalone, but readers of Shadow Prince will already know exactly why Felix planned this.
Coming July 2026
In my defence, he burned my flat down, destroyed my 90s emo record collection, and tried to use me as bait to get my best friend killed. He had it coming.
What I did not expect was for him to be so insufferably, unreasonably, categorically attractive. Or for the binding to work quite so well. He's trapped in the human world until I decide to let him go.
I'm not in a hurry.
His name is Dis. As in discord, disillusion, dismay, disaster.
I call him Disney. He hates it.
He calls me Little Witch. I don’t entirely hate it.
He is the most dangerous thing I have ever summoned. He was the weapon that carried out a coup in the Shadow Realm. He has powers that make grown shadow beings step carefully around him. He is ancient and controlled and furious about his current situation in ways he is too dignified to fully express.
He's also stuck in my flat above a coffee shop in Bristol until further notice.
This is either the worst idea I have ever had or the best.
Probably both.
Shadow King is the second book in the Shadow Men series. It can be read as a standalone, but readers of Shadow Prince will already know exactly why Felix planned this.
Coming July 2026
I have a crush on my shadow.
Ok, he's not actually my shadow, he's a shadow man from the Shadow Realm.
But he follows me around like he's attached to me. Wherever I turn he's there, watching me from a shadowy corner with those fathomless amber eyes.
He's silent, looming, brooding and terrifying.
Me? I'm annoyingly cheerful, apparently.
So having a being called Dark decide to stalk me is, you know. Ironic.
Not that I mind, because for a literal monster, he’s kinda sweet. Considerate. Extremely attentive.
All in all, moving to the city really has been wilder than I thought. I work in a coffee shop where the owner is engaged to a shadow prince and my manager is a witch, and that's how I met my shadow.
Although he isn't actually mine.
But I think I want him to be.
There’s just the small matter of saving the world from a doomsday prophecy to deal with first.
MM paranormal romance. Grumpy sunshine. Opposites attract. An ancient shadow lord drawn helplessly to his sunshine. One inanely cheerful barista who thinks being stalked is cute, he just needs to avert the end times before he can date.
Ok, he's not actually my shadow, he's a shadow man from the Shadow Realm.
But he follows me around like he's attached to me. Wherever I turn he's there, watching me from a shadowy corner with those fathomless amber eyes.
He's silent, looming, brooding and terrifying.
Me? I'm annoyingly cheerful, apparently.
So having a being called Dark decide to stalk me is, you know. Ironic.
Not that I mind, because for a literal monster, he’s kinda sweet. Considerate. Extremely attentive.
All in all, moving to the city really has been wilder than I thought. I work in a coffee shop where the owner is engaged to a shadow prince and my manager is a witch, and that's how I met my shadow.
Although he isn't actually mine.
But I think I want him to be.
There’s just the small matter of saving the world from a doomsday prophecy to deal with first.
MM paranormal romance. Grumpy sunshine. Opposites attract. An ancient shadow lord drawn helplessly to his sunshine. One inanely cheerful barista who thinks being stalked is cute, he just needs to avert the end times before he can date.
I have an ancient supernatural assassin living in my closet.
This was not the plan.
I am a forty-five-year-old formidable witch, I should know better.
Yet somehow I now own a cursed amulet and the world's most traumatized weapon bound to it.
Wraith is formed mostly of shadows. Wraith doesn't talk. Wraith tends to loom, menacingly, in doorways, and occasionally tries to kill something on instinct before remembering he isn't allowed to anymore.
But the first time I raised my voice, just slightly, just to ask him to stop making a nest out of my good shirts, he screeched like a wounded animal. Curled up smaller than a puppy and trembled for hours.
Then, he showed me his true form, and inconveniently, he's the most beautiful thing that’s ever been bound to an amulet.
He's also absolutely feral.
He leaves dead mice on my pillow. He has a worrying vendetta against the postman. He's obsessed with spoons, and every time I need cutlery I have to rummage in my closet while he sulks at me from the doorway, shadows swirling, lips pouting, looking like sin incarnate.
Last night, he hummed along to a song on the radio and then looked utterly betrayed by his own enjoyment.
I am a powerful, controlled witch who has spent his entire life avoiding feelings entirely.
I did not sign up to want a six hundred-year-old murder weapon made of shadows. With abandonment issues, a secret soft spot for K-Pop, and a habit of looking at me like I’m everything he’s never been allowed to have.
And yet.
Here we are.
I have faced down covens, curses, and one extremely judgmental ex-wife. None of that prepared me for this particular brand of chaos. Or for the fury I feel, late at night, thinking about every hand that held his leash and never once thought to be gentle with him.
Just like, long ago there was someone I should have been gentle with.
Wraith flinches at kindness like it's a trick he hasn't found the catch in yet. But he has started to sit closer. Started waiting by the door for me. Started watching my mouth when I talk, like he's working out what else it might be good for.
Started testing me less to see if I'll break, and more to see if I'll simply hold.
I tell myself I'm teaching him to behave.
I suspect he's teaching me how badly I need someone to take care of.
MM paranormal romance. Brat and brat tamer. Hurt comfort. One world-weary witch in his forties who thought love was for others, and one feral immortal assassin who is going to test every single limit until he finally believes he’s safe.
Due November 2026
This was not the plan.
I am a forty-five-year-old formidable witch, I should know better.
Yet somehow I now own a cursed amulet and the world's most traumatized weapon bound to it.
Wraith is formed mostly of shadows. Wraith doesn't talk. Wraith tends to loom, menacingly, in doorways, and occasionally tries to kill something on instinct before remembering he isn't allowed to anymore.
But the first time I raised my voice, just slightly, just to ask him to stop making a nest out of my good shirts, he screeched like a wounded animal. Curled up smaller than a puppy and trembled for hours.
Then, he showed me his true form, and inconveniently, he's the most beautiful thing that’s ever been bound to an amulet.
He's also absolutely feral.
He leaves dead mice on my pillow. He has a worrying vendetta against the postman. He's obsessed with spoons, and every time I need cutlery I have to rummage in my closet while he sulks at me from the doorway, shadows swirling, lips pouting, looking like sin incarnate.
Last night, he hummed along to a song on the radio and then looked utterly betrayed by his own enjoyment.
I am a powerful, controlled witch who has spent his entire life avoiding feelings entirely.
I did not sign up to want a six hundred-year-old murder weapon made of shadows. With abandonment issues, a secret soft spot for K-Pop, and a habit of looking at me like I’m everything he’s never been allowed to have.
And yet.
Here we are.
I have faced down covens, curses, and one extremely judgmental ex-wife. None of that prepared me for this particular brand of chaos. Or for the fury I feel, late at night, thinking about every hand that held his leash and never once thought to be gentle with him.
Just like, long ago there was someone I should have been gentle with.
Wraith flinches at kindness like it's a trick he hasn't found the catch in yet. But he has started to sit closer. Started waiting by the door for me. Started watching my mouth when I talk, like he's working out what else it might be good for.
Started testing me less to see if I'll break, and more to see if I'll simply hold.
I tell myself I'm teaching him to behave.
I suspect he's teaching me how badly I need someone to take care of.
MM paranormal romance. Brat and brat tamer. Hurt comfort. One world-weary witch in his forties who thought love was for others, and one feral immortal assassin who is going to test every single limit until he finally believes he’s safe.
Due November 2026
Fixing up the Murder House is the last thing I want to do.
But times are hard, and to be honest, I was curious about who would have bought the old place. I assumed someone out of town who didn’t know the history.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When I pulled up outside the ramshackle house in the woods, there was a cute emo boy sitting on the porch stairs waiting for me.
At first I was annoyed, thinking he was some rich kid buying the house to be edgy.
Then I recognized him.
Seth Leighton, the boy who escaped the murder house. The only one who ever did. Older now, but definitely him.
Why the hell does he want to live in the house his abductor imprisoned him in?
He looks me dead in the eye and says he can’t leave his friends. The boys who didn’t escape.
Ghosts.
I shouldn’t just walk away, I should run. I definitely should not spend the summer fixing up the Murder House with a deeply damaged young man who thinks he sees ghosts.
So why am I telling him I can start on Monday?
Release Date TBC
But times are hard, and to be honest, I was curious about who would have bought the old place. I assumed someone out of town who didn’t know the history.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When I pulled up outside the ramshackle house in the woods, there was a cute emo boy sitting on the porch stairs waiting for me.
At first I was annoyed, thinking he was some rich kid buying the house to be edgy.
Then I recognized him.
Seth Leighton, the boy who escaped the murder house. The only one who ever did. Older now, but definitely him.
Why the hell does he want to live in the house his abductor imprisoned him in?
He looks me dead in the eye and says he can’t leave his friends. The boys who didn’t escape.
Ghosts.
I shouldn’t just walk away, I should run. I definitely should not spend the summer fixing up the Murder House with a deeply damaged young man who thinks he sees ghosts.
So why am I telling him I can start on Monday?
Release Date TBC
He burned a world for me, but I don’t remember him.
He was the villain. I was the hero. Our love changed a world.
He left the dark and stepped into the light to be by my side.
But then the only way to save me was to surrender and return to his father, and join him in destroying our realm. A bargain in exchange for the power to send my soul to Earth.
I feel like an ordinary human man. Even a little on the dull side. I don’t remember another life.
Yet I’ve always felt something was missing. An, ‘Is this it?’ opinion of modern life. A strange yearning for a home that wasn’t where I grew up. A feeling of never really belonging or fitting in.
None of that means this devastatingly handsome man is speaking the truth.
Even though it feels as if he has always been here, watching me from the shadows. My dark guardian angel. My silent companion.
This is all just a trick, it has to be.
He is lost. I am lonely. This is our only story.
Release Date TBC
He was the villain. I was the hero. Our love changed a world.
He left the dark and stepped into the light to be by my side.
But then the only way to save me was to surrender and return to his father, and join him in destroying our realm. A bargain in exchange for the power to send my soul to Earth.
I feel like an ordinary human man. Even a little on the dull side. I don’t remember another life.
Yet I’ve always felt something was missing. An, ‘Is this it?’ opinion of modern life. A strange yearning for a home that wasn’t where I grew up. A feeling of never really belonging or fitting in.
None of that means this devastatingly handsome man is speaking the truth.
Even though it feels as if he has always been here, watching me from the shadows. My dark guardian angel. My silent companion.
This is all just a trick, it has to be.
He is lost. I am lonely. This is our only story.
Release Date TBC