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Over a photograph of a spirit board and planchette, zoomed in close enough that you can only see part of both, text reads, “When they’ve finally decided to try, but he wakes up alone.” Then an excerpt is shared: His whole world smelled like Lilith as he slowly regained awareness. They’d fallen asleep together as they’d talked about everything and nothing—mid-sentence. And the unfinished thought tickled at the back of his mind, but there’d be no recovering it now. He’d have to get over it. He stretched his long limbs, reaching for his love, but he came up empty. Sitting up abruptly, he scanned the room. She was nowhere. Cartoon art of Alastor and Lilith wiggle on either side of an eReader all loaded up with their novella (cover art by Meowlayn).
The front cover without any typography. Lilith sits on Alastor's lap while they stare at one another, both with amused expressions. Her hand grips the hair at the back of his head while he holds her gently. A bookcase sits behind them. Cartoon art of Lilith and Alastor wiggles around next to an eReader with their novella all loaded up and ready to go. Text reads, “He’s spent millenia bratting his way into her bed. Can he brat his way into her heart instead?”
Over a clutter of red and green hearts, text reads, “When he pushes himself too far, she’s there to help him mend.” Cartoon art of Lilith and Alastor wiggle on the screen next to an eReader with the cover of Lilith and Alastor’s novella all loaded up. An excerpt is shared: Alastor awoke to hushed whispers. His entire body was enveloped in warmth, softness, and Lilith’s pine and floral scent. It reminded him of his forest home, at least a millennia of lifetimes ago. Turning to his side, he buried his nose against the pillow. Holy crap. Am I in Lilith’s bed? The thought snapped his eyes wide, and he shot straight up. “You’re okay, handsome,” Lilith said, pushing him back down onto the bed with her hand on his bare chest.