A darkly erotic novel of submission, obsession, and the art of being seen.

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Avery Lane is used to being in control—of her career, her image, her pleasure. But when she agrees to model for Kai Arden, a brooding photographer with hands that know how to command and a mouth that leaves her shaking, control becomes a memory.

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What starts as a creative collaboration turns into something unholy: a series of photoshoots that leave Avery exposed, aching, and completely undone.

Kai doesn’t just capture her body—he claims it. Poses her. Fucks her. Worships her. Uses his camera like a weapon and a prayer. And Avery? She lets him.

Wren’s Bay is a town stitched together with salt air, old bookstores, and secrets that never seem to stay buried. For Isley, it’s the place she fled—and the place she’s returned to, carrying scars, poems, and the kind of loneliness that lingers like tidewater.

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She doesn’t expect to find herself again in late-night porch talks, tarot spreads under string lights, and records humming through quiet apartments. She doesn’t expect Theo—the steady presence who builds shelves that last, who shows up when no one else does. And she doesn’t expect the ghosts of her past, the kind who knock when she’s finally starting to heal.

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Between bonfires on the beach, storm-soaked nights, and the messy love of the friends who anchor her, Isley begins to ask herself what it means to let someone stay. To stop bracing for hurt. To carry her own softness like a kind of strength.

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Because some girls don’t know they’re the lighthouse.
And some stories don’t end the way you think.

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Salt in Her Lungs is a lyrical, salt-stained novel about friendship, healing, and the terrifying, tender work of choosing love—again and again, even when it scares you.

Bodies I’ve Known is a raw, confessional dive into the spaces between love, lust, and letting go. Through a series of intimate essays and smut-laced memories, Willow Lane unpacks the beautiful chaos of being a woman who’s wanted too much, given too freely, and finally learned to want herself more.

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From whispered hookups to gut-wrenching heartbreaks, this is not a how-to on healing—it’s an unapologetic look at everything that happens before you do.

Brutal, sexy, and painfully honest, this book is for anyone who’s ever fallen for the wrong person, stayed for the wrong reasons, or faked the right answer just to be touched.