Hello !

Halloween is one week away!!! On the one hand, I'm so happy! On the other... I think I love the anticipation best. All of October is just filled with the delightful spooky vibes, and once Halloween comes, it's all over, and we enter the Thanksgiving season.

BUT there is still one week left, so let's milk it for what it's worth! I have a rec for you, an update about my current writing status and my reading, of course. (Finally a new name to drop beside Lily Mayne, but she's still there and will be until I go through her entire catalog. Not sorry!)

Oh, and I'll give you a big Gutted teaser at the end - only for those who read Jacked and Carved! And if you haven't... You can start already 😏 Come on, baby. Gutted comes out in a week. You can take one week, right?

Here - start with Jacked.

Tasty Halloween bite

But first, the rec! Cara Wylde cooked a delicious, pumpkin-spice-flavored treat for Halloween that's just 68 pages long - perfect to devour in one evening! There's a demon summoning, delicious pumpkin spice latte, and heaps of spice. The book's on preorder and comes out October 27 - in just 3 days! Grab Most Unholy Pumpkin Spice today so it lands in your kindle first thing.

Layla's writing and reading

The Gutted spoiler comes at the end so you can skip it if you need, and that's why I'll update you on my progress first.

Gutted is ready! It's written, edited, and I'll give it one final read-through today to make sure I didn't miss anything. I'll upload it to Amazon tomorrow, so the paperbacks should be live within a few days 🎉

It will come up to about 200 pages. So all together, this series is over 400 pages! How did this happen?

This final installment was a heart-wrenching book to write. I never cry while writing, and yet I did. Even my editor cried, and she's the most reliable, no-nonsense person I know.

Make of that what you will *cue evil laughter*

(No, but seriously - it's a romance. I'd never end a romance with a non-HEA without telling you first. You know that, right? You can trust me.)

The next thing on my list is Wed to Jack Frost, and I'm slowly putting together ideas for this book. There will be some gentle femdom and pegging, that's already certain. And all the Christmas fluffiness and found family, plus some quaint monstrous Yule traditions! I'm already excited for this book!

As for reading: I'm listening to the Moth audiobook (Lily Mayne, as promised) and OMGOMGOMG it's so GOOOOOD! Michael Lesley, the narrator, is so talented! This book in audio form is pure delight. OMG, Charlie's voice... 🥵 It's perfection.

And I'd like to tell you the number of this reread for me, because I've reread Moth so many times already, but I don't know. I lost count. Somewhere around nine, maybe...? Yeah, I'm obsessed.

But I'm also reading something new, and that's the Boys of Bellerose series by Jaymin Eve and Tate James. It's a rock star Why Choose, so no monsters, but yes hotness! I love Jaymin Eve, by the way. Her (and Jane Washington's) Curse of the Gods series was my gateway to reverse harem, and I remember having so much fun with this series! These books scratch something for me that no other author can scratch. So if you haven't tried Jaymin Eve yet (she's the most famous for her Shadowbeast Shifters) definitely give her a try!

OK, on to the spoilers, my friend.

Gutted: first chapter

One last non-spoilery teaser for Gutted, and then you'll keep reading at your own risk.

SPOILERS AHEAD

If you haven't read Jacked AND Carved, this excerpt below will spoil things for you. You have been warned.

SPOILERS

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SPOILERS

All right. Here you go.

Chapter 1: Harlow

I struggle against Silas, grunting from effort, but he lies on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his full body weight. Even though I’m exhausted, adrenaline fuels me, so I try to twist under him, reaching back to rake my nails down his bare skin.

“Weren’t you ready to die just now?” he grunts, the mocking edge in his voice coming through even as he pants with exertion. “What changed, angel?”

“You’re taking the choice away from me,” I wheeze, reaching out to try and crawl out from under him.

And even as I fight him, panic rising in my gut like a tide, I can’t hold back the flurry of sparks pouring through when his heavy weight settles on top of me. God, I’m so fucked up. “Why did you even stop me?” I spit, squirming desperately when he grasps my nape, pushing my face into the floor with an angry hiss.

“Calm the fuck down, and I’ll tell you,” he snaps, pushing up so he straddles my waist, still holding my nape. “Honestly, angel. You tried to kill yourself twice. I don’t get why you’re freaking out.”

“Because you said you’re gonna kill me!” I rasp, my voice hoarse from screaming and being held down.

Silas snorts, clearly unimpressed by my response. I reach for his hand, digging my nails in until he sucks in a breath and grabs my hair, pulling sharply. I let go with a moan.

“All right, stop. Harlow, there’s more to it,” Caden says, making me freeze. So he’s in on it. Jack hasn’t come to my rescue, so I assume he is, too. Three against one. Fuck. “Let her go, Silas. We’ll all sit down and talk. We have time.”

But even as Silas pulls away with a grunt, I stay on the floor, shaking. Oh, my God. They want to kill me. Even Jack. I’m trapped and I can’t escape. The enormity of what’s happening crashes into me, and I drown in panic, my body and mind suddenly back in that moment, years ago, when I thought I was dying.

Cold sweat breaks out all over me, and my right arm explodes with phantom pain, invisible flames licking over my skin as a terrible force crushes my flesh and bones. My chest is so tight, I can’t breathe, but even as no air comes in, I still feel the memory of greasy smoke coating my nostrils.

I’m back in that street, the car upside down next to me, the metal groaning under strain. Gasoline soaks into my clothes, and I know I have to move, but I can’t. My forearm is pinned down, exploding with agony, and I can’t move it, no matter how hard I try. I’m twelve, too small, too thin for my age. I can’t pull my hand from underneath the overturned car.

Flames lick the other vehicle down the street, and I know they’ll be on me in minutes. I desperately try to tug my arm out, but the pain is so crushing, white spots dance across my vision. My strength flags, and I can only lie there, shaking and knowing.

Knowing I’ll die.

I can just see my mother, still inside the car. Her safety belt worked as it was supposed to, so she stayed in the car. Mine was broken, so it snapped when she drove into the speeding van, and I crashed through the windshield. The car followed, rolling, until it stopped almost on top of me.

Mom’s face is covered with blood. It’s difficult to see through the web of fractures in the side window, but I don’t think she’s breathing.

I gulp air to scream for help, inhaling a lungful of nasty, black smoke, and cough. Terror rides me, but I can’t let it out. I can’t do anything. As helplessness washes over me, I don’t even cry when it fully sinks in—I’ll die. All I feel is utter despair. Because… is this really it? Am I here, in this world, only to suffer, and then be gone before my life even truly begins?   

I groan, trying one more time to free my limb. The pain recedes, numbness taking over, and I have to blink over and over as my eyes unfocus, my vision blurry. I take shallow breaths, the smoke curled low over me, covering my body like a shroud. It fills my lungs and clings to my skin, and I gasp repeatedly, thrashing on that road, the slick wetness of gasoline coating my back.

Just before I drift away, terrified of falling into the cold darkness of death, yet unable to hold onto life, I think I hear sirens and Noah’s voice.

I’ve got you.

It breaks right through the crushing terror, and lets me sigh in relief for one brief moment. And then I choke, inhaling another lungful of smoke.

“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

I emerge from the panic attack shaking and disoriented, clinging to strong arms like they are my salvation. My missing limb hurts like a bitch and I can’t help letting out a muffled moan of pain, burying my face into warm skin.

“Harlow, what’s wrong?” someone asks. I blink slowly, hyperventilating, and finally recognize Caden’s voice. As I try to breathe in a deep, smoke-free inhale, I smell Jack’s skin. He holds me tightly in his lap, and another pair of hands are on my shoulder and arm, stroking gently.

“B-bad memory,” I choke out, embarrassed. It’s been years since I last did that. Fallen so deep down the trauma hole, I lived through the accident again. I take another deep breath, letting my vision go out of focus to help my body relax a bit.

“The rape?” Silas’s quiet, intense voice comes from right behind me, and I flinch.

“N-no, but thank you for the reminder.”

He huffs something between a choked laugh and a sigh, and Jack’s arms tighten around me. “Shut the fuck up, you asshole. Baby, will you be okay to talk in a moment? Fuck, we really should explain it to you before…”

“Before you k-kill me,” I say, shivering so hard, my teeth chatter.

There is a moment of silence, and then Jack confirms sheepishly, “Yeah.”

I shiver again, and he hugs me more tightly. But my panic is gone, the terror abating. It’s not like they are chasing me with a knife or something. This feels pretty good. When I cuddle with half-naked Jack, enveloped in his scent, suddenly the prospect of death becomes elusive and strange. Nothing like the agony of that night.

“I sometimes… go back,” I say, squirming in his lap to sit up. Silas kneels behind me, his hands moving to my shoulders, while Caden sits cross-legged to the side, close but not touching. “To… that accident. You know.”

I shrug with my right shoulder to show them what I mean, and Jack grunts with understanding. “Go back? You mean, you experience it again?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck,” Silas mutters behind me, his hands tightening. “I set it off. I’m sorry. It was… the heat of the moment and all that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.” I shrug, but gently, so as not to make him think I want him to let go. Taking a big breath, I continue, not even knowing why I want to tell them. But if I’m about to die… Might as well get it off my chest. I’ve never told anyone. Not even Noah. “It was my fault, you know. The accident.”

They are silent, Silas’s fingers twitching against me while Jack exhales in a rush, his breath warm on my skin. Caden shifts closer, squeezing my fingers, and I look at him. His face is calm as he studies me.

“How was it your fault, little bird? Noah said your mother was high. That’s why she drove into that van.”

I stare into his eyes as I answer, drawing strength from his calmness. “She was. And I didn’t want to go with her because of it. She got so furious, screaming and all, so I just got in the car to appease her, but…” I shrug, swallowing tightly when Silas squeezes my shoulders. “She was still angry. Kept going on and on about all the things I did wrong. She was just so angry with me, she couldn’t pay attention to the road.”

I sigh, looking away from Caden and pressing my face into Jack’s shoulder. “If I’d had a backbone and hadn’t got in the car with her, maybe she’d have been calmer. She drove a lot under the influence. She was used to it. But I didn’t stand up to her, and now she’s dead. So you see,” I say, forcing my voice to be light when I look at Caden again, trying to smile. “I have a history of fucking things up in a big way. I’m really sorry I did that to you, too.”

Jack exhales, and Silas snorts with derision. “That’s bullshit, angel. I knew your mother. She was a piece of shit and a junkie, and that wasn’t your fault.”

I shiver, conflicting emotions tightening my gut, because how can he speak about my mother that way? And yet, his words give me relief from the guilt I always carry, and I’m confused. I can’t afford to process this now, though. I told them, and it’s enough. It has to be.

“Do you think I’ll see them?” I ask, forcing a smile onto my face. “Noah and Mom? Once it’s over?”

Jack swallows with difficulty while Silas leans against me heavily, getting to his feet. Finally, it’s Caden who answers, his dark eyes serious.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen. Not if we do it right.”

All right - there you have it! Just one week to go, but you can preorder Gutted today to get it as soon as it's live.

If I don't have anything interesting to report till then, you'll hear from me on Halloween. So... have a wonderful final week of October!

Stay safe and horny,

Layla