Dim Tree Spirit

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.

Narla Diamante Lunaria thought turning eighteen would mean a fresh start. Instead, her boyfriend of two years dumps her, on her birthday, declaring her too weak, too poor, too human to ever be his Luna. Heartbroken and humiliated, Narla doesn't even get time to cry before she finds herself fending off thugs demanding payment for a debt she never owed. But Narla has never been one to kneel. Unknown to her ex and her enemies, she’s not just a discarded girl with a sharp tongue and fearless spirit—she’s a dormant legend, a white wolf, one of the rarest and most powerful werewolf bloodlines to exist. Her wolf sleeps... but not for long. Enter Hunter Bloodfang, the aloof, calculating prince of the werewolf realm. He stumbles upon Narla mid-chaos, expecting a damsel in distress. What he finds instead is a storm in human skin, ferocious, unyielding, and unbreakable. She’s his mate. A human mate. A mate he was ready to reject. But Narla is no ordinary human. Now, tangled in fate's cruel web, two powerful werewolves, one who cast Narla aside, and another who swore never to fall for a human, must come to terms with a truth no one expected: The girl they underestimated is destined to rise. And when she does, the entire supernatural realm will tremble.