Are you into spicy romance tangled with cursed objects?
Characters who make bad decisions they can’t take back?
Secret societies and magic that demand sacrifice?

That’s Crystal Iris.
Imagine dark, mystical academia colliding with the grit of a modern western.

A whiskey glass full of longing.
A black horse under a full moon.
A silk dress stained in blood—
and cufflinks slipping from a cowboy’s hand.

This is the story of Iris De Loughery.
Thirty. Engaged. Harvard professor.
Perfectly put together—
until she inherits a prism necklace she can’t remove.
Until it connects her to a man she should never want.

Hoyt Locklear.
Wealthy. Cursed. With a prism of his own.
And completely out of reach.

Because every time she touches him, the magic burns him alive.
And still, he says—try again.

Now she’s spiraling.
Because the closer they fall, the more the prism pulls—
toward mirrors, secrets, and blood.

And this is only the beginning.
Seven prisms lie hidden across the world.
Each with power. Each with a price.

Welcome back to the Crystal Iris series.

I hope you like your magic dirty—and your men even worse.
Because The Solenscint in the Mirror is anything but light.

Nightmares that bleed into daylight.
Mirrors that show you more than your own reflection.
A secret society watching from the shadows.
And a craving she’ll do anything to satisfy.

I ran to Paris to disappear. To keep him safe.
But this isn’t an escape. Not really.
It’s a sinking—the prism’s presence only growing stronger,
a little less of me in control every day.

And when I close my eyes—I see him.
The dreams give and take in equal measure.
And when I wake, there’s nothing left but to forget.

How long can I outrun the lies I left behind
before they reach through the dark and pull me under?