The Withering Wood
The Lich God is dead. With his final breath, he choked the sky with rot and cursed the earth to eternal frost.
After a decade bleeding on the front lines, Cerise traded her blade for the quiet isolation of the frozen woods. Wounded and scarred, all she wants is to be forgotten behind the fortress she built around her heart.
But the Lich God’s curse creeps closer to her wards, bringing with it…Oberon. Charming and persistent, he shatters her peace with a warning: a rogue necromancer is scouring the wastes to resurrect the dead God. To track the cultist through the poisoned frost, he needs a veteran who can survive the death-haunted wilds.
Cerise swore she was done saving the world. She has no desire to play the hero again, but when the creeping blight threatens her own sanctuary, she is forced to take up her steel.
The horrors in the blizzard are deadly, but the man at her side might be worse. Oberon wields an infuriating patience against her barbed defenses, seeing right through her armor with no intention of looking away.
To stop the unholy resurrection, Cerise must brave the ghosts of the war that broke her. Yet the greatest danger isn’t the god clawing his way out of the grave.
It’s the flame Oberon kindles in the frost…and the terrifying temptation to let it thaw her frozen heart.
A dark, atmospheric fantasy romance featuring a battle-scarred heroine, forced proximity, and a slow-burning heat that could melt the permafrost.
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