#geralt blurb

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Geralt - "Prisoner"

Prisoner

The tavern is busy; the way that makes you invisible. Yet the man next to you is anything but. He's always with you, always watching, always waiting for the next reason why. With one yank of the rope around your ankle he can send your world toppling. And those people will do nothing but think the Witcher has snared himself another monster; not an innocent.

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I please ask for a Tangled!AU for Geralt of Rivia + Princess!Reader, please? Thank you!

RUFFIENS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: reader having very long hair, geralt being a grumpy little simp

Geralt knew the feeling of frustration well, an annoyance to the point of murder, that nagging tug to his brain that had his fist shaking around his glass and his eyes burning- this time, however, the feeling was different, clouded, as annoyed as he was, he was also sort of awed, vividly aware of the fact that he didn't look away from you for even a second as you walked about the drunken witchers with a smile bright enough to light up all of Kaer Morhen despite the darkness that loomed its halls. You were hardly the threatening kind, in fact, he was sure he could quite easily force the information you promised right out of you without much, if any hassle, but when he saw you or rather saved you from the tower your mother had kept you in, he caved into taking you to see the floating lights you'd very adamantly demanded to see.

He questioned your reasoning when you so senselessly considered him a trustworthy traveling companion, it spoke of ignorance and naivety, evidence of being robbed from the company of other humans or living beings for that matter since he was yet to determine what or who you really were aside for a princess. He brought you to his winter home purely for shock value, needing to pass the stony confines on the way to your destination anyway, so he considered it only fitting to tease you some in the process- he'd not, for even a second, considered that you'd be just as sickeningly sweet in a room full of murderers as you were with just the one, him, of course.

You were currently sat atop one of the bulky wooden tables, fawning over Lambert's curls as he offered you a sip of his drink, he looked up at you much like he would an innocent deer running across his path- conflicted between finding you unmentionable adorable and just a bit too foolish and weak to be around him. He allowed you to drag a hand through his curls, musing about the ways you could braid it for him so it bothered him less, giving him advice about keeping it healthy while gesturing to your own hair that spread down the table onto the floor, comically well-kept despite what might be assumed.

"Las, I shall humour your remedies for keeping the curls at bay, but you're not bringing any leaves near me," he reprimanded and you giggled as you sat back, feet peeking out from the hem of your dress as you folded your legs under you, not at all looking like the princess the witchers were accustomed to, admittedly much more satisfying to be around, to listen to and to talk to- you'd managed to charm a group of men who hated your kind with all their hearts.

Geralt was walking towards you before he even knew it, reaching out to support your back when you leaned back just a tad too far while laughing at Lambert's opinions on the different flowers he'd seen on his hunts, listing all the very many reasons why he despised them. A few hours ago the touch of the fingers spread out over the thinning material would've felt foreign, unknown, but despite how uncharted Geralt's presence was to your existence, his touch was quickly becoming familiar, comfortable regardless of how uncaring it was.

"Careful," he grunted though the sound wasn't nearly as annoyed as he wished it to be, earning a shy smile from your lips as you moved your hair out of place to turn around towards him, looking up at him with those big eyes that were daring to break through his cold exterior. "Wouldn't want you to fall and get injured, might not make it to the stars."

"Floating lights," you reminded, he was almost regretting his mistake when your smile threatened to dip into a frown, shaking his system with nerves for being the reason for it. However, luckily the notion was interrupted by a giant yawn, the motion of you slipping from the table to stand next to him being far too smooth. "And I don't think you'd mind it all that much if you didn't have to take me to see them."

"What makes you think that?" he mused and you swore his eyes were lighter as he spoke, a sense of playfulness behind the golden orbs, but you didn't think of it too much, scared to get your hopes up, instead, you gathered your hair into a big ball in your hands, smiling at the white wolf when he helped you do so.

"Just a suspicion that I have," you shrugged in return and tucked the last few inches of roots under your arm, dreading the process of having to braid the main in the morning, not used to having to do so alone- but before you could make your way to the room Geralt had pointed out as yours, you looked back up at him with a sincere smile, one he noted to be very different from the thousand other smiles you were capable of. "Thank you, Geralt," you breathed and he was notably surprised, a foreign feeling for him, you supposed because he didn't recover from the slip of emotion as quickly as you expected. "I know you're only doing this to get something out of me, but I appreciate it still, so thank you," you leaned up to kiss his cheek, a brisk gesture, hardly long enough for him to react before you were tiredly skipping away from him.

"You need to be careful with that one," Lambert noted, a perfect position to have viewed the whole scene as he looked at his friend with a knowing nod. "A girl like that won't be easy to let go of," he explained and Geralt was frozen, dazed as he looked at the arch you just walked through, frazzled and confused as the feeling of your lips still tingled against his white skin.

"Get rid of," he corrected but he wasn't convinced and neither was Lambert because right before his eyes the witcher in question stood lingering, no doubt listening to your steps, determining if you made it safely to your room, a fool really for thinking you hadn't already thread your way into his heart.

[nullio]

I think I've come to the realization that I like writing scrips, or more specifically just character dialog, rather than traditional story writing

I kinda blame it on the fact that I've leaned so heavy into art, that I don't rlly see the point in writing out a description of a characters emotive state, or what the sky or room looks like when I could just easily draw it

That's manifests in what I believe to be pretty good bursts of dialog but literally nothing to flesh it out 😭 and I don't have the patience, time, or energy to make comics, so I'm just 🧍‍♀️

Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying that I was up for like 20 min at 2 am just writing random dialog between Jask and Geralt

[quillscales]

Lambert wouldn't admit to being afraid. Never. It wasn't just pride either, he's seen what happens to whelps who cry at night. If the other whelps don't nip it, then the teachers would. A Witcher can't be afraid of the dark or what's lurking in it, and they make sure to beat that fear out of them. Or at least everyone learns to hide it better.

Voltehre still got scared. Lambert wouldn't admit that he did, too. As long as everyone was asleep and they were in their own beds by dawn, then there wasn't an issue with Voltehre climbing into his bed whenever there was a crack of thunder or a howl in the distance.

Eventually, they would have to stop clinging to each other; the path was meant to be walked alone, or at least that's what they were told. Yet, with Voltehre wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat so close, Lambert wondered if maybe they could break that rule, too.

[youknowwhoiam3490-blog]

Who the hell put this PAIN on my dash? I didn't ask the algorithm for wistful heartache and pining today!

And why did this just cut off there? Well written blurbs are, at their core, an act of violence. If you wanna hurt me do it by way of a 70k hurt/comfort Soulmate AU slowburn, don't be a jerk.

"Wait... are you Geralt's soulmate?"

The look on Ciri's face tells too much. Of course Geralt hasn't told Ciri, hasn't told any of them.

“Yes, I am” Jaskier offers her his biggest sincere smile though he thinks he might be grimacing.

Ciri in her charming petulant way says "Wow" and then proceeds to turn around towards the stairs. Jaskier tries not to feel insulted. He is aware of who he is. The contrast between him and Yennefer (Geralt's true love) is painfully immense. Sometimes he wonders if destiny was wrong about him or maybe she wanted to play with him, a mere pawn on Geralt's destiny. The bridge that'd bring Geralt and Yennefer together. But, if that's the truth, if Geralt wasn't meant for him why did he fall in love?

Alone on his cold room he decides he's going to tried, one last time, to be what Geralt wants, needs. So he throws away his colorful clothes and puts on a pair of black pants and a plain black blouse (borrowed from Cöen). He tries to be as useful as possible, quiet, focused, regal, smart and a good company for anyone that wants to talk to the strange bard, he's a good performer after all, the best there is. At least Vesemir doesn't scold at him that much anymore and Lambert is more willing to tolerate his presence. He still sings, in a cellar on top of the main tower, the echo is divine. He writes and sings about heartbreak, hoping, waiting, wanting, and letting go.

Geralt notices of course, he can see the way he holds himself. Like he's hurting. Maybe he is. Ciri asked him a few weeks ago why he didn't tell anyone about Jaskier being his soulmate.

She also tells him about the disappointment in the bard's face at finding himself stranded in Geralt's destiny.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

For the calvin klein photoshoot, Jace can be a model and dating famous reader with a Sabrina Carpenter vibe/humor and he didn't tell her about the campaign because he's shy and insecure sometimes and she boosts his confidence

This was longer, but I didn't like the second half so I turned it into a blurb

—

Waking up to sexy pictures of your boyfriend all over Instagram was not on your bingo card this year. At first, you thought it was a manip made by his fans — some were really good at editing —, but when you saw the photoshoot on Jace's personal account you realized they were real.

And damn he looked hot! 

Calvin Klein were known for their underwear campaigns. Jacob Elordi, Jeremy Allen White, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, and more, have done it...and made women's — and men’s — jaws drop when they dropped. You would be a liar if you said you didn’t watch Jeremy Allen White’s #mycalvins campaign video fifty times. 

You may have a thing for curly hair and imperfect noses.

You took your time scrolling through the pictures as you laid in bed, staring disrespectfully. You never thought Jace would work with Calvin Klein. What happened to the shy boy you met at fashion week seven months ago? There were underwear pictures. 

You’ll have to pick one and make it your next phone lockscreen. 

Under the post, fans were blowing up the comment section with hot-faced emojis. It didn't bother you. They were just stating facts.

You decided to add your own, knowing it would make his cheeks burn when he’ll get the notification. 

@yourusername: You make me want to try some freaky positions🤭

It wasn’t long before a response came. Tame, but still suggestive.

@jacevelaryon: On my way 🏃🏻‍♂️💨 

The short interaction was going to cause chaos online.

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[imagineredwood]

4. First conversations alone

I'm gonna do quick little soft drabbles with which ever character speaks to me from this prompt list. I'm not doing requests for them, just little blurbs to get back into writing more often. Especially that I could just throw together in a few minutes when/if I find downtime at work lol.

Edit: Not this turning into an almost regular length fic 🧍🏻‍♀️

“Mind if I join you?”

EZ stood up straight, droping the random beer can back onto the floor so he could turn around and look at you. He smiled when he recognized you, his head tilting.

"Join me in picking up trash?"

He chuckled but you only shrugged, the shy smile still present on your lips.

"Sure. Why not?"

Your words threw him a bit, not really ever having spoken to you apart from quick small talk, practically yelled over the music in the clubhouse. When he found the time to talk that was, the life of being a prospect not an easy one. He always thought maybe you were just trying to be nice. Perhaps felt bad for him always getting the shit jobs. Maybe that was true, but still, here you were offering to help him long after the rest of the people who hung around had gone home. EZ nodded a few times, a bashful smile on his face that mirrored yours.

"Yeah, ok. But you hold the bag. Don't want you getting your hands dirty."

You obliged and took the garbage bag from his hands, walking around with him, holding it open for him to toss the trash into.

"How much longer do you have to do this? Angel said you're getting close to a year."

EZ threw in a paper plate and nodded.

"Yeah, three months or something like that."

You smiled and shook the bag, letting everything settle.

"That's good. You work hard."

EZ stayed bent over but looked to the side over at you, brows raised. Your shoulders shrugged as you laughed, embarrassed.

"I've just seen how much you run around at the parties. Never really get a break much. But you always have a smile anyway."

He stood upright, both gloved hands holding a cracked solo cup. He walked it over to you and tossed it into your bag, eyes stuck on yours. Your gaze was warm.

"It suits you."

EZ could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and he laughed, casting his eyes down.

"Well thank you."

You smiled softly, tying the bag up with your eyes down too, that warm feeling starting to spread in your chest.

"You're welcome."

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[hanzajesthanza]

to be clear i am directly mocking the blurbs on the back of the english editions of the books…

please look at this bullshit (baptism of fire and season of storms).

they never fail to make witcher sound like a middle grade read... (i mean, it certainly can be read by elementary schoolers, but my problem is with how they advertise it over here. sometimes it’s like they did their best to strip it of any deeper meaning).

oh and before i fail to point it out. “places her in the Niflgaard court”. come on man

with our goddamn luck, the next witcher book will be like:

geralt 🐺 and dandelion 🌼 have always been the bestest 👯‍♂️ of friends 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨. but what would happen 🫢 if they broke up 🤯😭?

after a rough argument leaves him alone 🧍‍♂️ and left weakened ⚔️ by his own mistakes, like it or not 🤔 geralt has an apology on his hands 🫡.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Imaginary Fic Blurbs

Collateral (Walter Marshall)

I'll Be Home For Christmas (Lee Bodecker)

Jealousy (Bucky Barnes)

Miles to Run (destroyer!Chris)

Animal (Clark Kent)

Dream Come True (Peter Parker)

What Feels Natural (Curtis Everett)

I'm Not Your Problem Anymore (Bucky Barnes)

Touch of Romance (Nick Fowler)

Prisoner (Geralt)

Cruel to be Kind (Lee Bodecker)

What is this Feeling? (God the Bounty Hunter)

Winter Chill (Ned Stark)

Caught in Your Web (Lloyd Hansen)

Under the Mistletoe (Ransom Drysdale)

Deal with the Devil (Andy Barber)

We Are Getting Married Today (Jonathan Pine)

What’s a thing like you doing in a place like this…. On the side of the road

Save Me From Myself (Bucky Barnes)

Where Were You (Steve Grant)

Better Than Him (Lloyd Hansen)

[ultralightpoe]

ULTRALIGHT HALLOWEEN EVENT 2024

HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEKEND! Stories will be posted from the 31st to the evening of the 3rd! A little forewarning some of these are full blown imagines and some are cheap blurbs! I hope you all have fun and had a safe Halloween!

Requests for other stories are OPEN

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ENJOY!!!!

The Bride - Bucky Barnes [Marvel]

Murder Mystery - Jake Seresin [Top Gun]

Trick Or Treat - Bob Floyd [Top Gun]

Masked Games - Gwayne Hightower [House of the Dragon]

Ghost Girl - Steve Harrington [Stranger Things]

In The Deck - Patrick Zweig [Challengers]

Masked Martyrs - Finnick Odair [Hunger Games]

Blood Runs Cold -Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher]

Scream Queen - Eddie Munson [Stranger Things]

The Hex Hold - Art Donaldson [Challengers]

Ghost Tours and Ghost Towns - Boone [Twisters]

Scarring - Coriolanus Snow [Hunger Games]

Last Ones Standing - Eddie Munson [Stranger Things]

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark - Tyler Owens [Twisters]

Escape The Night - Bob Floyd [Top Gun]

Pots and Potions - Steve Rogers [Marvel]

More to come tomorrow and sunday!

[princessphilly]

Who would be interested in a song lyric challenge? I set out songs and you pick either a song for me to blurb or a song you want to blurb?

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🔮The Witcher Masterlist🔮

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quotes

💞 Blurb

Geralt

- Soft Reader 💙🌸

- Biting 💚🔥

- Bunny 💚🔥

- Bigmouth Strikes Again 💚🌸

Jaskier

- Slave 💚🔥

- Mermaid Serenade 💙🌸

Yennefer

- Mermaid 💙🌸

[officerjennie]

Fluff starter prompt, omg please fkbfjff

“I think I love you.”

Greedy panda noises please 🥺❤️

This fic is dedicated to a sweet boy named Sunny that I desperately wanted to take home with me

-

“I think I love you.”

Jaskier smooshed his face against the glass, dancing his fingers in the air, watching the large cat within the enclosure stretch from its tail to its large paws, claws digging into the blanket it had just been lounging on. 

He frowned, and lifted his head just enough to squint over at the piece of paper taped to the outside of the little kitty room. His tail and his large paws. Nose back to the glass, Jaskier cooed at the apparently two year old cat, his heart full to bursting as he stretched up to gently bap at the glass where Jaskier’s fingers were dancing.

“Oh, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? Such a good boy, the best boy.” Said best boy was also the largest cat Jaskier had ever seen, and according to his nice little blurb he liked cuddles.

Big, warm cuddles. He really never stood a chance.

“Jaskier.”

The exasperation in that tone made Jaskier pout, which really worked in his favor when he turned to Geralt. For maximum effect, he jutted his lip out a little more (he considered a quiver but thought it would be too much), and didn’t have to try that hard to get his eyes to mist.

“His name is Sunny.”

“No.”

“He’s been here for so long, Geralt!” A strategic step sideways covered up the little kitty blurb, and he hid the movement with a wild gesture. “Just- just look at him! Look at that face! Can you really say no to that face?”

Geralt didn’t look at Sunny, his arms crossed, the betta pellets they’d come for in his hand. 

“In and out, Jaskier. We don’t need anything-”

“He needs us, though.” 

“-but the fish food. Have you even owned a cat before?”

Deflating, Jaskier heaved a sigh, turning to stare wistfully at the sweet baby who was now batting around a crinkle toy behind him. “No. My father was allergic, and even after the divorce my mother couldn’t stand them. She’d apparently owned quail once and had a vendetta ever since one killed a few of them.”

“An impulse fish is one thing,” Geralt said, though not unkindly. And he was right, technically, even if Jaskier wasn’t a fan of the logic. 

Didn’t mean Jaskier was really ready to give up. Especially when Sunny meowed at him - Jaskier gasped, and cooed at him again, letting the sweet ginger boy chase his fingers. 

“He has such a tiny voice for such a big, big man. Isn’t he so sweet though?”

Geralt was quiet standing next to him, and Jaskier studiously ignored his judgment, complimenting the newest love of his life like he’d never get the chance to ever again. 

In the midst of their bonding, Geralt leaned down to read Sunny’s bio, dryly saying “been here so long” when he saw Sunny had only been there for three days. He was still reading it when a worker came by at a brisk walk, holding a dripping mop and pushing their frazzled bangs out of their face.

“He’s up for greetings if you want,” they said quickly, stopping just long enough to point at another worker who was fishing out some cherry shrimp for a mother and her small child. “She’s got the keys.”

“We can meet him?” Jaskier was certain the worker was an angel, albeit an angel barely hanging on to their sanity, and he quickly turned his big, wet eyes to Geralt again before he could try to talk him out of it. “Just a quick meet and greet. A cuddle or two. A hug? It couldn’t hurt anything, and he’s probably lonely.”

Geralt gave up in record time, sighing with a shake of his head as he went to fetch the worker with the keys. And Jaskier did his best to not be a sore winner and hid his fist pump. 

In a matter of minutes, they were let into the back, in a small room where the kitties could meet their prospective adopters. Sunny was plopped down with little fanfare, and he stretched himself out again, reaching up a nice scratching post on the white cat tree that took up a good portion of the room. 

Determined to make the most of their short time together, Jaskier picked through a toy box until he found a nice feather wand, and he did his best to get Sunny’s attention. But Sunny only watched the feather for a few seconds, batted at it once, and decided the tall man that was ignoring him was far more interesting. 

Geralt didn’t even flinch when Sunny launched himself at him, climbing up his leg like he was the cat tree. Up he went until he was standing on Geralt’s shoulders, and he let out a soft mew, bonking his head against Geralt’s hard enough that Jaskier heard it.

“Must have a hollow head,” Jaskier said solemnly, coming up next to them to pat Sunny’s side gently. “Orange cats share a brain cell, I’ve heard.”

For a split second, Geralt frowned. His hand went up to steady the large cat that had decided to sit on his shoulder, Sunny’s weight shifting as he licked a paw and started to clean his face.

“He’s not dumb,” Geralt said decisively, and if Jaskier hadn’t known any better he would have said fondly.

Or, maybe he didn’t know better. He squinted at Geralt, who was not looking at him - rather pointedly not looking at him.

“No, no. Of course he’s not dumb.” Jaskier stroked Sunny’s soft fur, letting his tail flop with a thud against Geralt’s back. “I’d hate for anyone to think he was.”

When Sunny started to purr, Geralt’s expression softened, and Jaskier had to bite back a devious grin. 

“Can you imagine misunderstanding such a sweet boy?” He sighed dramatically, scritching Sunny’s chin - and Geralt had to hold onto him to make sure the poor thing didn’t fall right off his shoulder. “I hope he gets picked by someone who would love him, and who wouldn’t ever dream of insulting him.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaskier lied, but one look at Geralt’s face and he gave up with a full body slump. “Fine. But I’m not wrong, we could give him the best home.”

“We don’t have anything for cats at home.” 

Jaskier opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut, narrowing his eyes at Geralt - because that had not been his ‘we’re absolutely not doing this’ tone. And Jaskier was ever an optimist when it came to getting what he wanted.

So he leaned into his boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist, and pet the sweet kitty who was hard at work making biscuits out of Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Pet store,” he said, catching Geralt’s gaze and flicking his eyes towards the door. “And if we’re confused, we could always ask for help picking out what he’d need. Look, Geralt, he loves you - could you really say no to that face?”

Sunny took that moment to bonk Geralt on the head rather hard, and Jaskier saw the moment Geralt gave in. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, but Jaskier was already pumping the air before he got the word out. “You’re cleaning the cat box.”

“A fair trade for taking such a sweet, good boy home.” Jaskier reached up to scratch both of Sunny’s cheeks, and teared up when the kitty started to lick his hand. He’d never fallen in love so fast in his life and couldn’t wait to set their place up for Sunny - it was going to take a chunk out of his savings but it was absolutely worth it.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the soft smile Geralt was trying to hide. He wasn’t the only one who’d fallen in love, after all.

[justanoasisimagines]

The Witcher Masterlist

Eskel; ❀Travelling with (Headcanon)

Geralt of Rivia; ❀For you (Drabble)

Jaskier; ❀Blurb #1 ❀Under the mistletoe (Headcanon)

Lambert; ❀Love (Love Letter) ❀Jealously (Headcanon) ❀To my fire, (Love Letter) ❀Sweetheart (Love Letter) ❀Wrapping pressents (Headcanon)

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

He’s a hot, grumpy, reclusive vampire, and the last thing he wants is an interfering human tidying his castle…until her.

Lord Alaric Valerian has a problem. His mother is visiting his castle for the first time, but she doesn’t know that Alaric has filled every room with his centuries of artistic passions and creative pursuits.

Desperate, he hires professional organiser Winnie Preston to help him tame the mess. But Alaric isn’t prepared for bubbly, passionate Winnie to show up at his castle and ram a metaphorical stake through his cold, vampire heart. Winnie sets his fangs on edge, but the more closely he works with her, the more he wishes she could be his.

So when Alaric’s mother arrives with a new bride-to-be in tow, Alaric convinces Winnie to pretend to be his fiancee. He may be causing all kinds of scandal in the vampire court by being engaged to a human, but at least he doesn’t have to give up his reclusive life.

But Winnie still doesn’t know Alaric’s a vampire, and Alaric didn’t count on Winnie’s meddling book club pinning him for a mysterious murder in the village. Will their maybe-not-so-fake-marriage survive once Winnie discovers the monster that lurks beneath his fangs?

Fangs for Nothing is a kooky, spooky, vampire romance full to the cauldron-brim with fake dating, a meddling smutty book club, murder and mystery aplenty, endless cups of tea, quirky characters, and a broody vampire with an ass so fine, Geralt of Rivia comes to him for fitness tips.

Review:

A paranormal romcom featuring a grumpy reclusive vampire and the kooky professional human organizer he hires. Lord Alaric Valerian needs help cleaning up his castle since his mother is visiting for the first time ever... and he's had centuries to clutter up his home. Then he meets Winnie Preston, professional organizer and delicious smelling human. Winnie has had a streak of bad luck, from her fiancee cheating on her with her childhood best friend and a traumatic childhood from her mother's hoarding, Winnie just wants to get the job done... so when a hot guy hires her she is determined to clean up his castle. Yet things take a turn when fake dating gets involved, the fact that Winnie is falling for a vampire, oh and did I mention there's a killer on the loose? This was a cute read, albeit fairly long, but it was cute nonetheless, the smut and romance was nice, and I enjoyed reading the relationship between Winnie and Alaric. This is the first book in a series and definitely is one I'll be continuing to read. The characters are all really fun and the romance was sweet. I definitely enjoyed reading this and can see this series being one I'd recommend!

Release Date: September 10,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and ARC provided by Bacchanalia House for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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