Petals On The Wind Series In Order Novels & Stories

The wind moved first. Not the trees. Not the wolves. The wind. It slid between bodies like fingers through hair, like tongues across skin, humming with something ancient… something awakened. It carried the copper heat of blood and the crushed sweetness of jasmine petals. It whispered names none of them had spoken in decades. Names like prayers. Names like curses. And at the center of it all—Jasmine. Not Jasmine the courtesan. Not Jasmine the captive. Not even Jasmine the whisper in Blackfang’s filthy court.