I'm so excited to talk about Queen of Faces by Petra Lord! I received an ARC from NetGalley at the very last minute and I'm so glad I did! This had me hooked and a little grumpy when I had to work…

The first thing Zuo noticed was the smell.

Screaming about The Poet Empress, which I read back in December. This is a gorgeously written book. It came out on January 20, so go get it!

Spending time with her is like standing at the shore of the ocean. My toes are lapped by the waves and we have an endless expanse before us.

Second debut novel scream for today is A Barista's Guide to Love and Larceny by Caroline Bonin! A Barista's Guide releases tomorrow and I was privileged to read an ARC. This is a wonderful read. I…

Wooden wheels crack against the dirt road, warning me of the owner’s approach. His journey up my hill is slow. The cart fights its way through the brambles and wildflowers that have made the path…

Today's 2026 Debut novel I'm so excited to share about is Into the Midnight Wood by Alexandra McCollum, which I got to read an advanced reader copy (ARC) through NetGalley! This is such a good cozy…

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. “The Last Adult Superstore” looked like a Costco, a football field-sized rectangle of a building with cheap white walls. If not for having their name…

I read Tidespeaker by Sadie Turner in December because she kindly shared an advanced reader copy with me. This is a really unique take on controlling elements with a small stakes mystery opening up…

LAST CALL Fill a tall glass with ice cubes The internet went out yesterday so I can’t Google the instructions, but I used to make these for

He goes to Earth alone.

by Deborah L. Davitt

LGBTQ READS MOST ANTICIPATED LGBTQ+ ADULT FICTIONThe cozy fantasy of TJ Klune meets the creeping horror of T. Kingfisher in this magical novel about a man who enters a deadly enchanted forest expectin...

they brought the girls / for trial / think of the thick / skirts the linen / fine as skin

Diabolical Plots

Some of your mother remained burning in the wick of the candle she had lit for you while you wrung out tattered rags to daub the sweat from her forehead. She had always run too hot, your mother.