Every stall sets out a free taste. Take one — or take them all.
Stay ninety days, the letter said. Nora drives nine hours to a coastal Maine town she's never seen — and finds a half-wrecked cottage and the man she walked away from twelve years ago, waiting in the yard.
Harper Cho calculates everything. When a fast-talking bellhop loads her irreplaceable suitcase into the wrong Uber, her flawlessly planned weekend implodes into a chase through the French Quarter.
She builds walls to keep the chaos out. He climbs them for a living. A blizzard traps an uptight architect and a burnt-out adventure-TV host in a crumbling estate — with a survival-games contract on the line.
All she wanted for Christmas was silence. What she got was a Sasquatch with a sourdough addiction. He stole her sourdough. She stole his heart.
Delyth writes everything down three times, because a thing nobody wrote down never happened. Aslak holds the rear of a retreating column, paying the torn road a memory at a time. What's written down has a road home — and neither of them knows yet what it will cost to prove it.
Nell believes orcs and humans can coexist. Rhun thinks she's a spy. Then the Blood Moon traps everyone, and they have until dawn to reach the shrine — or everyone dies.
She witnessed a senator's crime. Before she could report it, the Collegia Noctis took her instead. The man who designs the trials is the youngest Arbiter in its history — and he volunteered to train her.
Eight years ago the Drazan House buried the body that would have sent Marta to prison, and she's been paying down a debt she never signed for ever since. Then a corpse arrives under papers too perfect to be real, and the House's collector is already on her doorstep — the man who's watched her from the edge of her life for eight years, finally calling the favor.
An ADHD sky-courier who files reports no one reads. He's sent to confirm a ghost island doesn't exist. Nine days on an island that isn't on any chart. Then he has to leave, and she has to stay.