Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan perceives beauty in death, while the Order he has pledged to follow sees only desecration.

As the despised Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has embraced his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls hostage.

With his magic and voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways deemed acceptable by the Order to maintain the stability of the reality they claim to protect.

Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be.

Rowan never questioned these teachings until the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and decides to keep it a secret.

When Rowan’s song transforms this soul into a beautiful and mysterious man named Wren, he realizes that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust.

As the fabric of the Order begins to unravel and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan must choose again: stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side.

He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first.

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Updates 3-4 times per week.

Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff.

When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice.

There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy.

This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love.

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Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!):

Still reeling from the new magic coursing under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire threatening to take control, Rowan froze.

Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan.

A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left.

But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another.

He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else.

One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he tried to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer.

Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out.

"What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest.

"The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it."

"Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top of him.

Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again.

"I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it."

Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you."

"I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction.

"I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…"

"You want what?"

"I want more."

Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"