A letter for July — Wild Flowers, five sisters deep
New on KU this month
The Wild Flowers run keeps moving, mon amie.
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Wolfsbane (Wild Flowers, Book 5) — out July 1. A moonlit hillside, a wolf silhouette, and a rural town in a foggy valley that has been waiting for a Wild Flower to come home. The book where the sisterhood almost does not survive itself.
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Foxglove (Book 4) — out June 17. The one I teased back in May, in case you were waiting. The operations book: world maps, control rooms, and the longest game any of them have played.
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Hemlock (Book 3) — out June 3, in case you missed it on its release day. A shattered greenhouse, white umbrella flowers in a fractured reflection, and the hinge of the whole arc.
Five Wild Flowers in eleven weeks is the fastest I have ever shipped a series, and I will not pretend it has not cost me a few weekends. If you are reading them in order, thank you — the algorithm watches read-throughs, and read-throughs are how a sister-three becomes a sister-four becomes a sister-five.
Backlist binge of the month
Fallen Hearts — seven books, three generations, all on Kindle Unlimited.
If Wild Flowers has been your gateway, the saga I would put in your hands next is Fallen Hearts. A princess murdered into hiding. A captain she should not trust. A kingdom she should never have wanted back. Then her daughter. Then her granddaughter. The arc spans three generations and seven books, all complete, all on KU, all yours for the cost of a subscription you are already paying.
It is a longer, slower, more romantic series than Wild Flowers — porch-swing pace, not assassin pace. July evenings are made for it.
From the writing room
Bitter Harbor moved from outline to first draft last week.
Three sisters. A Maine coastal town that has known what it was hiding for two hundred years. An old murder, an older secret, and a house on a cliff that should have been demolished in 1962. I told you in May I was letting it breathe. It is breathing. It is also, somewhat to my surprise, in chapter four.
It is the closest thing to a gothic I have written, and the closest thing to a love letter I have written to a place. Maine readers — you will know what I mean about the light in late October.
More in next month's note. I will have a cover by then.
All my love,
Elara
P.S. Reply and tell me which Wild Flowers sister you would not want to cross. I keep a list of replies, and the list keeps shaping the spinoffs.