A reclusive witch. A stone-skinned housemate. A town ready to burn. Maeve Larkin has rules: stay quiet, stay alone, stay out of trouble. Turning a ruined church into her personal fortress of solitude should have been simple. Then Callum crashes into her life-literally. A centuries-old gargoyle with wings, loyalty, and an infuriating amount of hope, Callum refuses to let Maeve push him away. He's everything she doesn't want...and everything she just might need. But the more their bond grows, the more dangerous her world becomes. An obsessive preacher is riling the town against her, and Maeve is running out of places to hide. If she wants to survive-let alone fight back-she'll have to do the one thing she swore she'd never do again: trust. Sharp, tender, and a little bit magical, Ink in the Hands of Witches is a paranormal romance about found family, sacred community, and the courage it takes to choose love over fear. Perfect for readers who like their magic heartfelt, their banter sharp, and their romance slow-burn.
