A Vow of Ash and Bone is a dark, unapologetic urban fantasy that thrusts you into a world where everyday loss and supernatural destiny collide. Vesper—a sharp-tongued psychologist and devoted mother—finds her life shattered when a seemingly ordinary new home reveals a hidden connection to a mysterious realm known as Nyxterra. As ghostly omens, ancient gods, bloodthirsty vampires, and fierce fae emerge from the shadows, Vesper is forced to confront the brutal truths of her past and the staggering power pulsing through her veins.

Two enemies. One competition. And a dangerous magical world they must survive. At 21 years old, my focus should be on college, boys, and friends. Instead, I’m one of the chosen. One of two people capable of going to a magical world to bring back a resource my people need to survive. The only problem? The only other person who can go to this world is my greatest enemy: Callum. An arrogant, stubborn man who drives me wild. Even though we can never be together. But while that would be enough to make anyone crazy, there’s also a mystery I must solve. My mother is dead.

Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well...by all but one.

In the Sundered Kingdoms, we who tend the Grove do not concern ourselves with what lies beyond our borders. Our purpose is to mend and to grow, and as the firstborn daughter, I, Amara Tyne, am princess to our people. But our lands and earthen powers have fallen under the hungry gaze of a would-be usurper, who demands we bend the knee in his quest to take control of this world. Our only hope for survival is an alliance with the fearsome Mordorin Fae, who rule the Sundered Kingdoms with an iron fist.

Everything I dared dream of for my life is scorched to ash when I'm forced to marry our enemy: the icy dragon king of Andrathya. My father believes marriage can bridge the gap between us and the beasts we once considered allies. We once held soul bonds with those very dragons before a curse shattered the world we had known for centuries, leaving war imminent on the horizon. I think him a fool. I'd rather die with a sword in my hand than on my knees begging for mercy.