The kiss of a naiad can drain a soul; just as the song of a siren can kill a man.
Women of peril go by many names. In folktales and literature, we speculate on who these extractors really are— nymph, naiad, succubus, Huldra, Dementor, siren, goddess, or demon?
Lore describes them as dangerous. But perhaps they are like all other predators, fairly innocent, but painted as evil by their ability to harness and extract men’s life force.
For those women who exist today, history has made them recluses. As they evolved among the rhetoric of hate and fear, disgust and warning, they became wallflowers, hiding in the shadows. Blending into humanity. Intermingling, rebirthing, and coming of age into their curses. They are descendants of the darkness trapped in a modern world.
This is the story of Rosegold Reed.
Her curse is far beyond the scope of her imagination.
A story about love, sex, death, danger, the supernatural, mythology, magic, and falling in love with your best friend when you know you're the worst thing for him.