Demons of Ashmoor — A 5-Book Dark Paranormal Gargoyle Romance Series

DEMONS OF ASHMOOR

A Dark Paranormal Gargoyle Romance Series

5-Book Series • Alternating First Person • Five HEAs + Series HEA + 3-Month Epilogue

“Five cursed brothers. Five mortal women. Forty-eight hours to claim her — or crumble.”

In the East Coast city of Ashmoor, five pre-Christian guardian spirits have slept in stone for twelve hundred years. They were bound by a council of priests and priestesses at five sacred sites — cathedral, library, cemetery, playhouse, harbor. They sleep until their mates appear. They wake for forty-eight hours. They mark, or they crumble.

A cult descended from the original priests has spent a hundred years preparing to sever them permanently. The order — descended from the original priestesses — has spent the same hundred years waiting for the women who would walk into the right rooms at the right hours.

Threaded through every book: Father Linus Crowe and the Severing Cult, escalating site by site, resolved in the harbor finale with a forced rebinding that frees the brotherhood from their stone and ties them, instead, to the women who unbound them.

Five guaranteed HEAs. One series-ending brotherhood resolution.

Book One — The Cathedral (Wren & Kade)

“She came to Ashmoor to bury her grandmother. She did not come to wake the demon kneeling on top of the cathedral.”

The Cathedral · Kade

Wren Calloway is twenty-four, raised invisible by a grandmother she barely knew, and she has come to Ashmoor for a funeral and a key. Mae Calloway’s antique shop on Vesper Square is hers now — and so is the kindly priest who appears within an hour of her arrival to ask questions he should not be able to ask.

Kade has been stone for twelve hundred years. The storm that drives Wren into the nave at dusk wakes him. He has forty-eight hours to mark her, or crumble. He will not beg. Wren has never been chosen by anyone.

Father Linus Crowe has been waiting a century for this exact cycle — with a vial in his pocket and a basement spell ready, all he needs is one drop of her blood before the sealing. Mae’s journal arrives in pieces. Sister Bess Whittaker comes to a side door at four in the morning with iron and the order’s second volume. By dawn the cycle is won and the next gargoyle is cracking. The mark, when it lands, is signed.

Gothic Instalove • Fated Mates • Alternating First Person (Wren & Kade) • HEA

Book Two — The Library (Iris & Roman)

“She has been writing about him for six years. She did not know he was real.”

The Library · Roman

Iris Vance is twenty-six, a doctoral candidate in pre-Christian folklore, and the only person in Ashmoor with a working key to the Old Library’s restricted vault. Her advisor has stolen her work three times. Her chapter on a fourteenth-century binding ritual is finished. All she has to do, on a Thursday at eleven minutes past eleven, is read the second stanza aloud to verify the variant.

The gargoyle on the reading-hall plinth steps off. Roman has been listening to her translate for two hundred and sixty-four years. He has forty-eight hours to mark her, or crumble — and the glyph she has been drawing absent-mindedly in the margins of her notes since she was nineteen is the exact glyph already forming on her own collarbone.

Her advisor knows. Professor Marcus Halpern has been training to deliver Iris’s blood to Father Crowe since he was nine. Roman reads to her in Latin and in old French and in a Greek so old it has not been written down. The bond seals at sunset on the roof of the Old Library, and across the city the third plinth has already begun to crack.

Dark Academia • Fated Mates • Alternating First Person (Iris & Roman) • HEA

Book Three — The Cemetery (Nova & Asher)

“She has been talking to him for three years. She did not know he had been listening.”

The Cemetery · Asher

Nova Beck is twenty-three, groundskeeper of the Founders’ Cemetery on the south side of Ashmoor, and she has not slept through a night in five years. Her mother died at twenty. Her brother stopped coming home. Her insomnia walks her past the founders’ graves at two in the morning, and the kneeling gargoyle there has been her listener for three winters running.

Asher has been awake under the binding for two years. The original sacred stone is in her cemetery, under the cracked granite slab between the two oldest graves, and it is failing. He has heard every word she has said to him since the year her mother died. He has forty-eight hours to mark her, or crumble. The cult is coming for the stone tonight.

Three years of listening pays in a single midpoint when Asher tells her, in his own voice and not in fragments, that he has loved her without asking her to do anything. The binding stone, under Nova’s palm, re-binds itself with four generations of Becks at her shoulder.

Hurt-Comfort • Fated Mates • Alternating First Person (Nova & Asher) • HEA

Book Four — The Playhouse (Lark & Cassius)

“He has been listening to her run her lines for six weeks. She thought she was alone.”

The Playhouse · Cassius

Lark Voss is twenty-five, the new lead in the Ashmoor Playhouse’s spring production, and she has been understudying her entire career. She has spent nine years learning to switch voices the way other people switch shoes. Silence, she has decided, is her only honesty. Between Act II and Act III on opening night, she climbs the iron stairs to the roof and raises a sarcastic toast to the gold-veined gargoyle on the south-east corner.

Cassius has been listening to her rehearse alone in her dressing room for six weeks. He has, in twelve hundred years on a plinth, not laughed. Tonight he steps off. He has forty-eight hours and no voice of his own to use — only the voices he has stolen from every actor who has ever stood on the Ashmoor stage. The cult that has been waiting a century to drink her blood is already in row C.

In the upper gold box at midnight, Lark asks Cassius to drop every borrowed voice and find his own. He does. By the second curtain the four awake brothers stand together on the Ashmoor stage for the first time in twelve hundred years.

Theater-Noir • Fated Mates • Alternating First Person (Lark & Cassius) • HEA

Book Five — The Harbor (Rune & Draven) • Series Finale

“She has been the man of her family since seventeen. The thing she drags onto her deck at twelve fifty-three is not a drowned man.”

The Harbor · Draven

Rune Halloran is twenty-eight, captain of the lobster boat her father named for her mother. The Helen B. has been hers since she was seventeen. Tonight she ties up at the wrong slip during the worst nor’easter the Old Harbor has seen in eleven years. At twelve fifty-three, something thuds under her hull. She hauls it onto her deck. She does the chest compressions her father drilled into her at nine.

Draven has been awake under the waterline of the Old Harbor for a hundred and one years. He has heard every prayer Rune’s mother said at the breakwater, every prayer her dead father threw into the harbor — eighteen times I love you into a sea that did not, by all measures, answer. Draven heard.

The cult is down to a single ingredient, and Father Linus Crowe arrives at the dock the following afternoon with a glass vial and a plan to substitute his own blood for the one he failed to take. The brotherhood gathers on the dock at slip seventeen. The rite reverses. The five marks together form the original pre-Christian glyph, rewritten by the hands of the women who unbound it — the demons of Ashmoor bound now to their mates, not their sites. Free to leave. Choosing to stay.

Feral Hero • Series Finale • Alternating First Person (Rune & Draven) • HEA + Series HEA

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Five reads. Five releases. One rapid-release season. ❤