Author copies of my book arrived in the post yesterday. It’s the best and weirdest feeling; holding your words in your hands.
This story is one that found me in the quiet hours, in the shadows between motherhood and midnight. It whispered in fragmented questions about power, belonging, and the dangerous edges of love. For years, it refused to let me go until I finally gave it form.
I think some stories we choose to write, and then there are stories that choose us.
At its heart is Elle, a woman who thinks she understands herself until she’s confronted with truths that unravel her memories, her relationships, and even her sense of reality. She’s drawn into the orbit of a woman who calls herself mother, a woman who bends time, truth, and desire into something both intoxicating and terrifying.
It’s a story of magic, manipulation, and awakening. Of bloodlines and betrayals. Of love that binds and destroys.
What I didn’t expect was how much of myself I’d find in it. Writing this book felt like standing on the edge of a mirror: one side reflecting the lives we live, the other the lives we’re too afraid to imagine. And sometimes, the line between them is thinner than we think.
I wrote it as dark fantasy, but it became something else too: a meditation on trust, on womanhood, on what happens when you realize the person you looked to for guidance may be the very one holding you captive.
It’s a book that asks:
What if the person you trusted most was never who she claimed to be?
And what part of yourself would you sacrifice to break free?
This story lived in me for years. Now, it lives in the world.
And maybe, if it finds you, it will begin to whisper to you too.
So tell me…what stories have stayed with you, haunting your thoughts long after you turned the last page?
Love Mel
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