Blackmore. Pembroke.

Pippa Pembroke is burnt-out, over it, and running a crumbling pub in her childhood village. All she has to do is survive this, get her mother back on her feet, and leave. Simple.

Then everything goes to hell.

Her work follows her home in the form of HAVOC—a lost goth frontman who’s befriending her bohemian mother. The pub is held together by spit, spite, and sticky tape.

And then there’s Rupert Blackmore.

Tall. Dark. Too good-looking for his own good. And Pippa is sure—not quite human.

So she does what any exhausted, nosy bartender would do: she watches him. Tests him. Throws beer bottles at his head to see if he catches them too fast.

She was not ready for what happens when he starts testing her back.

Goth metal. Folklore. A slow burn so sharp it might kill you.

It’s Buffy meets Bridget Jones—with worse weather and better music.

Read it. Love it. And text me when you hit the kissing scene. Because oh my god.