Zylith just got kicked out by her parents. Her hunt for an apartment isn't going well, which is why, when Landlady Howser shows her a cheap place that's allegedly haunted, she signs the lease. (Also in the place's favor is the handsome, green-eyed ghost she catches a glimpse of in the apartment's bathroom mirror.)
What follows is weird and not too creepy. She catches her cat, Mr. Purrfect, being held by the boy ghost while he naps on her couch. When she touches the ghost, he vanishes. But he reappears in her apartment over and over again, doing the things one does at home.
Zylith's tough best friend, Vera, thinks Zylith is nuts to stay. But Zylith is obviously taken with the ghost. And he's not exactly what he first seems, as we find out when the story shifts to his point of view later in the book.
This is a totally weird romance. I picked it up because "Snailords" is an epic pen name, but I stayed for the art and the story's pacing. (Snailords thanks their main artists-- Mariami, Akikakies, and Rav -- along with others, including editor Paul Jun, in a detailed dedication.)
Volume 2 has already been published. Or you can still read the story on Webtoons at https://www.webtoons.com/en/romance/freaking-romance/list?title_no=1467&page=2
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Book Review The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven Jennifer Ivy Walker #medievalromance #arthurianlegend #jenniferivywalker #paranormalromance #thewildroseandthesearaven #yardebookpromotions #blogtour @maryanneyarde@bohemienneiv
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FEATURED AUTHOR: JENNIFER IVY WALKER I’m delighted to welcome Jennifer Ivy Walker as the featured author in the Yarde Book Promotions Blog Tour being held between March 23th – March 27th, 2026. Jennifer Ivy Walker is the author of the Arthurian Fantasy / Historical Romance Fantasy / Paranormal, The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven (The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven trilogy), published by Green Mermaid Publications on 1st May 2025 (522 pages). Below are highlights of The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven, Jennifer Ivy Walker’s author bio, and my review of her compelling Authurian tale. Tour Schedule...
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Within a world where monsters don't hide in the shadows but rule them, love isn't a sanctuary. It's a liability.
Ophelia Rosenwald is a walk
Isabella
The tires of the rusted old truck crunched loudly against the gravel, but the sound itself was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the engine. A soothing sound to some, a buzz that echoed over the thoughts within a person's mind. Inside the cab, Bella Swan gripped the steering wheel, her eyes tracking the dark, rain-slicked pavement of the Forks High School parking lot. It was exactly as she had feared. A sea of unfamiliar faces, multi-colored umbrellas, and the stifling, claustrophobic energy of a small town where everyone always knew everything.
Bella shifted the truck into park, only then realizing she wasn't the only anomaly today.
A sleek, black sedan pulled up near the edge of the drop-off zone, its engine purring with an expensive, quiet precision that didn't belong in a rainy town like Forks. The passenger door opened, and a girl stepped out. Bella found herself staring, maybe too intently.
The girl was beautiful, but it was a broken, fragile kind of beauty that felt entirely out of place against the backdrop of the Pacific Northwest flannel and mud-splashed boots. Her skin was pale with a delicate, faint flush of life beneath it, and dark, heavy-lidded eyes that looked instantly exhausted by the mere sight of the school. She wore a thick, oversized wool coat, but what caught Bella's attention was the way she held herself.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her hands tucked deeply and securely into her pockets. She wasn't just cold, it looked like she was protecting herself.
A tall, broad-shouldered man--clearly her older brother, judging by the sharp, protective line of his jaw--stepped out of the driver's side. He reached out to hand her a heavy umbrella, his hand moving naturally to brush against her shoulder. The girl flinched immediately. It was a violent, instinctual recoil, her entire body tensing as she took a sharp step backward to avoid his fingers. The brother stopped instantly, a look of profound, familiar sorrow crossing his face. He didn't try to touch her again. Instead, he simply opened the umbrella, handed it to her by the very edge of the handle, and offered a tight, reassuring nod.
Bella watched, a strange ache of recognition twisting in her stomach. She avoids people, Bella realized. She's terrified of them.
Ophelia
I keep my eyes locked strictly on the wet asphalt, watching the dark, rain-slicked oil patterns swirl beneath my boots. The black fabric of my umbrella serves as a meager shield against the world, but it does little to muffle the suffocating atmosphere of Forks High.
Every step toward the double doors feels like wading into a thick, heavy fog. My heart is beating too fast--a frantic, stubborn, biological pulse of my hybrid nature, thumping an erratic rhythm right against my ribs. I can feel the adrenaline spiking, hot and sharp through my veins, and with that physical panic comes the terrifyingly familiar loosening of my grip.
Don't look, I tell myself, a desperate mantra looping within my thoughts. Don't reach out. Don't slide. Watch your step. Careful of their paths.
Even without physical contact, the swirl of emotions within the parking lot hit me like a physical wall of static electricity. Curiosity, anxiety, overwhelming boredom, petty irritation--it all bounces off my skin, bleeding into my mind. It's too loud. For me, a hybrid whose nervous system processes the world with the raw, active intensity of a living, breathing body, a crowded school isn't just uncomfortable. It's a damn minefield.
If I panic, if my pulse spikes at all, my gift misfires. And if anyone so much as accidentally brushes against me within these narrow hallways, I won't just sense their teenage angst, I will project my own deepest, darkest terror straight into their nervous system. I will break their mind with a single, involuntary touch, forcing them to feel an emotional agony so devastating it can silence a room.
To make matters worse, I desperately need to feed. Or eat. The hunger is a dull, relentless ache in the back of my throat. It's what I like to think of as a biological thirst that makes my power louder, more volatile, and infinitely harder to contain. Regular food can sustain my human half, but it doesn't quiet the nervous system. Only blood can soothe that.
I pull my oversized wool coat tighter around my frame, burying my hands deep and secure inside the pockets to ensure absolutely no skin-to-skin contact can happen. Weaving through clusters of students like a ghost trying desperately not to disturb the living, I try to blend into the background. I can feel eyes tracking me--one pair specifically, coming from a girl with brown hair sitting inside a classic, yet rusted orange truck--but I keep my gaze fixed hard on the floor. One step, then the next. Avoiding sneakers and boots alike. One step after the next.
Just get the schedule, I breathe, keeping my chest shallow so I don't inhale too much of the warmth around me. Find an empty corner, survive the day.
The heavy glass doors of the school creak open, forcing me inside a maze of institutional green tile and lockers that rattle like loose teeth every time someone slams them shut. The air inside is thick, smelling of wet canvas, cheap body spray, and the distinct, dizzying warmth of too many heartbeats packed into a confined space.
Just get to the office, I tell myself, focusing on the steady click of my boots against the muddied floor. Left foot, right foot. Don't look up, don't make eye contact.
As fate would have it, my physical efforts to remain invisible do nothing to dull my psychic radar. The moment I enter the main hallway, the emotional static morphs into a roaring swell. I pass a group of boys laughing by the trophy case, but beneath their loud bravado is a sharp, jagged spike of insecurity. It's a desperate need to fit in that tastes like copper on the back of my tongue. A girl rushing past me is radiating a panic so pure and frantic over a forgotten assignment that my own pulse answers it, jumping a dangerous ten beats per minute.
I stumble slightly, my shoulder nearly clipping the edge of a locker. My hands tighten into fists inside my coat pockets, the fabric hiding how my nails bury into my palms. Control it, I order my frantic nervous system. If my skin so much as grazes someone through a rip in their jeans or a short sleeve, my empathy won't just absorb their stress--it will violently bounce back tenfold, laced with a psychic agony that could probably drop an elephant. I wouldn't really know, I've never tried.
"Excuse me? Are you lost?"
The voice is quiet, hesitant, and entirely too close for comfort.
I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I finally force my eyes upward. Standing just two feet away from me is the brown-haired girl from the rusted orange truck. Up close, her aura is vastly different from the loud, aggressive emotional frequencies of the other students. She isn't shouting for attention. Instead, she is shrouded in a quiet, deeply rooted isolation that feels incredibly familiar. It's a heavy, suffocating blanket of displaced loneliness. Silence.
She has a map of the school clutched in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. Her brown eyes are wide, assessing me with a mixture of cautious curiosity and a sudden, tentative hope.
"I'm Isabella," she says, her voice dropping a fraction lower, as if she's just as overwhelmed by the morning crowd as I am. "But everyone calls me Bella. I'm also new here, just moved in from Phoenix."
She takes a small step forward, stretching out her hand in a universal gesture of greeting. My eyes immediately drop to her bare skin, her fingers are exposed. Her skin is pale and vulnerable against the damp air of the hallway. To a normal teenager, extending a hand is an innocent attempt at making a friend on a miserable first day. To me, it is a loaded weapon aimed directly at my chest.
I instinctively take a sharp, rigid step backward, my spine colliding with the cold metal of a locker. A loud clang echoes down the corridor, drawing a few passing glances.
"I... I can't," I stammer, the words rushing out in a breathless, fractured whisper. My heart is pounding so loudly against my ribs that I'm terrified she can hear it over the noise of the bell. The hunger in my throat flares violently, a burning, predatory reminder that my human facade is paper-thin right now. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't touch anyone."
Bella's hand hovers in the air for a second too long before she lowers it, her fingers curling inward. A wave of acute embarrassment ripples off her, a painful, stinging rejection that hits my psychic senses like a slap to the face. She thinks she's done something wrong, that I'm rejecting her.
But right behind the embarrassment, something else settles into her emotional atmosphere: an intense, purely intentional empathy. She looks at my white-knuckled grip on the hem of my jacket, notices the way I'm practically trying to melt into the wall to put space between us, and her defensive walls crumble. She doesn't look offended, she looks at me like she recognizes the sheer terror radiating from my posture. Like she's looking at a startled animal.
"It's okay," Bella says softly, her voice entirely devoid of judgement. She steps back, deliberately giving me a wide, respectful berth. "It's really loud in here, yeah? I get it. I hate how big the crowds are too."
The relief that washes over me is instant, her understanding nearly making my knees buckle. Her emotional aura stabilizes into something grounded, calm, and entirely unthreatening. She isn't pushing, nor is she demanding an explanation for my freakish behavior.
"I'm Ophelia," I manage to say, my voice finally finding a steady thread as I force my heart rate to decline. I tuck my hands firmly back into my pockets, though I allow myself to look her in the eyes for the first time. "I'm new too. You can call me... Opie."
"It's nice to meet you, Opie," Bella replies, offering a genuine smile that doesn't quite reach her tired eyes, but carries a warmth that feels incredibly rare in a place like this. She looks down at her schedule, then back up at me. "I'm heading toward the front office to drop off my slip. Would you like to walk together? You don't have to talk at all, but it might be easier if we cut through the hallway with each other."
I look at the sea of moving bodies ahead of us, then back to Bella. Her quiet, steady presence acts like a minor anchor against the chaotic storm of the student body. She is a shield I didn't expect to find.
"Yes," I whisper, stepping away from the lockers but keeping a strict, two-foot perimeter of empty air between us. "Please."
The heavy wooden door to the front office cuts of the worst of the hallway's roar, replacing it with the steady, comforting clack of a keyboard and the humming groan of an ancient copy machine. The air in here is warmer, smelling of stale coffee, old paper, and damp umbrellas.
Bella steps fully inside first, her quiet presence guiding the way. I follow closely behind her, keeping my mandatory two-foot perimeter, my hands still tightly clenched inside the pockets of my wool coat. The hunger in my throat gives a vicious, sharp pulse. A simple reminder that my control is running on empty. I take a slow, measure breath through my mouth to avoid inhaling the scent of the office staff.
Behind the counter sits a plump woman with red hair and kind, tired eyes, her desk buried under a small mountain of manila folders. She looks up, her face immediately brightening into a practiced, welcoming smile as she sees us approach.
"Hello, girls. How can I help you this morning?"
Bella steps forward, handing over her pink slip with a quiet, polite nod. "I'm Isabella Swan. I'm just dropping off my signed slip. I didn't get the chance to yesterday."
"Ah, Chief Swan's girl! I'm glad to see you made it through the first day okay, Isabella," the woman says warmly, stamping the paper with an official-looking thud. "I'm Ms. Cope, or Miss Shelly. I'll be here if you need anything going forward, mm?"
As Ms. Cope files the slip away, her eyes shift over to me. The moment she takes in my face, her posture completely changes. Her polite, routine customer-service demeanor evaporates, replaced by a sudden, sharp spike of absolute awe and eager curiosity that hits my senses like a brilliant flash of lightning.
"Oh! Oh, my goodness," Ms. Cope breathes, her hands fluttering to her chest as she sits up straighter. "You must be Ophelia, dear! Ophelia Rosenwald."
I stiffen, a familiar wave of anxiety rippling through my stomach. Please don't make a scene, I pray silently. Please.
"Yes," I whisper, keeping my voice as soft and unremarkable as possible. "I'm here to pick up my registration packet and schedule."
"Of course, of course! Right away, dear," Ms. Cope says, her voice rising an octave in excitement. She immediately begins rummaging through a specific drawer, completely forgetting the pile of work on her desk. "We were all so incredibly thrilled when we heard you were enrolling. Your father, Mr. Rosenwald, is practically a legend around here! The entire county has been talking about his firm's latest high-profile case in Seattle. He is just a brilliant lawyer, so sophisticated. To think he chose to keep his main estate right here in Forks!"
Beside me, I can feel Bella's sudden wave of surprise. She glances at me from the corner of her eye, her internal curiosity spiking, though she keeps her expression perfectly neutral. She hadn't realized who my family was, I guess.
I manage a small, tight nod, keeping my lips pressed together. They think of Arthur Rosenwald as my father--the powerful, high-rolling human lawyer who commands respect in every courtroom across the Pacific Northwest. They don't know the truth. They don't know the man that he once was, the human man married to my late mother, a woman that belonged wholeheartedly to the shadows. They don't know that after she passed, Arthur chose to stay, keeping the Rosenwald name alive and fiercely protecting me, hiding my hybrid nature beneath the golden, untouchable shield of his wealth and societal status. To the town of Forks, I am just an eccentric, aristocratic heiress to a massive legal fortune.
"He is very dedicated to his work," I offer softly, the lie tasting bitter. Arthur is dedicated, but mostly to keeping me safe from the things that look like me.
"Oh, absolutely! A true professional," Ms. Cope gushes, finally pulling out a thick, neat folder with my name printed in elegant script across the side. She sets it on the counter, along with a stack of heavy, brand-new textbooks that look like they haven't even been cracked open yet. "Here is your schedule, your map, and your locker assignment, sweetie. And these are your materials for the semester."
The pile of textbooks is massive, and as Ms. Cope slides them across the counter, the top one slips, threatening to crash against the linoleum floor. Instinctively, I reach out a hand to catch it, forgetting my mantra. My habit that keeps me safe.
My bare wrist flashes out from the sleeve of my coat. Ms. Cope, reacting to the falling book, reaches out at the exact same time.
Time seems to slow to a torturous crawl. I see her fingers traveling directly toward my exposed skin. If she touches me--if her warmth collides with my volatile, starved nervous system--my panic will ignite. I will project the horrific, suffocating terror of my hybrid thirst straight into her mind, breaking her composure and silencing this office in a heartbeat.
Before our skin can meet, a physical barrier slides between us. Bella's hand shoots forward, catching the falling textbook with a dull sound of thick paper hitting human flesh. Her arm firmly blocks Ms. Cope's hand from making contact with my wrist.
"I've got it," Bella says quickly, her voice a steady anchor in the sudden spike of my panic.
I pull my hand back violently, tucking it deep inside my coat pocket, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I'm trembling, my breath coming short and shallow as the adrenaline floods my system. Too close. Too close.
Ms. Cope blinks, slightly startled by Bella's quick movement, but she quickly laughs it off, entirely oblivious to the psychological disaster that was just averted. "Oh, thank you, Isabella! My reflexes aren't what they used to be."
Bella doesn't say a word about my breathless, terrified reaction. She just looks at the heavy stack of books, then looks back at me, her brown eyes filled with that same quiet, unjudgmental understanding she'd shown me in the hallway. Without being asked, she reaches down and scoops up half of the heavy textbooks, cradling them against her own chest.
"I can help you carry these to your locker, Opie," Bella says softly, her emotional aura radiating a calm, protective warmth that instantly helps soothe my spiked pulse. "My next class is right down that hall anyway."
I look at her, a profound sense of gratitude washing over me, temporarily quieting the burn of the hunger in my throat. She saved me. She doesn't even know what I am or what I can do, but she saved me anyway.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
Ms. Cope beams a the two of us, practically oozing satisfaction at the sight of the town's two new girls bonding. "Have a wonderful day, girls! Let me know if you need anything at all, okay?"
Bella offers a polite nod, and together, we turn and walk back out into the hallway. I stay two feet to her left, my hands safely hidden against my chest where I cradle the rest of my textbooks. To say that I'm grateful for the human at my side would be an understatement, she's a shield that I didn't know existed.
To celebrate my boys (TAG) birthday I'm FINALLY launching season 3!
Here's the TAG line:
We last saw the Tracy family dealing with their biggest threat yet, a mysterious foe who lurks in the shadows, pulling strings and putting the whole world in danger.
Plans are being put into action, true allegiances are being formed, patience and resolve is being tested and the Tracy family is feeling the strain.
Secrets will out, world views will shift, the threats will keep piling up and the Tracy family will have their eyes opened in more ways than one.
Who's as excited as I am? This season has been a long time in the planning and I'm sooo happy to be finally sharing it with the world. I'm planning on publishing a chapter a week, but I'll be writing as I go and life happens, so we'll see how it goes lol.
Gods I'm so happy that I'm back writing these gorgeous people, I've missed my two idiots so much, I can't even describe it.
Chapter 1 is up and you can find it here ➡️
So, if you're new, welcome to the madness, and if you're returning, welcome back!
I trusted the wrong person and was shoved into the Veil.
I came out changed—scarred, darker, and marked by power that burns in my veins.
The Veil didn’t kill me. It unlocked something worse.
Now I’m done being managed. Done being protected from myself. Done forgiving.
Auron betrayed me. His father ordered it. And I’m going to make them pay.
But revenge gets messy when the man who shoved me into darkness is the only one who truly understands what crawled back out. Hatred blurs into desire, and the line between enemy and ally vanishes.
The Veil claimed me as its own. The academy, the Bloodborn, and every hidden power beyond the wards are about to discover what that means.
Celine Brennan should be riding the high of her recent promotion to detective, but instead she’s been saddled with a case no one can seem to solve with murders so gruesome others before her have quit. Not to mention, there’s something suspicious with a new club in town and her focus keeps being pulled from the case she should be devoting her attention to.
Zavier Lockwood is old. Three-hundred-years old to be precise and he’s bored because of it. Killing the scum of Chicago and cleaning up the streets since the cops can’t seem to do it is his favorite pastime. Until he lays eyes on Celine. Soon, he finds his obsession with her far more tempting than murder. After all, no vampire can resist the allure of their mate.
As their paths cross thanks to Zavier’s uncanny ability to be wherever Celine is they both come to realize there’s something far more nefarious going on in the city they both love. They’ll have to work together to get to the bottom of it, but what happens when Celine realizes the man she’s falling for isn’t only not human, but he’s the same one committing the crimes she’s supposed to solve?
Review:
She's a detective trying to solve a case and he's the vampire involved... who just happens to be falling in love with her because surprise, she's his mate.The funniest vampire rom com I've ever read. This was such a hilarious and chaotic read that I absolutely adored. I love the characters so much and the romance was just so great. I adored the sunshine golden retriever vampire/ grumpy black cat human dynamic in this book so much and the author did a fantastic job of creating a laugh out loud romance!!
Release Date: June 19, 2025
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