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The Haunting Plot | Mya More | Pre Order | Releases September 10, 2026
All preorders will come signed with 3 stickers, an NSFW art print, and an SFW vellum overlay (indie bookstore exclusive).
Tropes
Single Mom (widowed)
Single Dad (divorced)
Firefighter Chief
Black cat/golden retriever
Forced proximity
Age gap (7 years)
Neurodivergent Rep (She’s Autistic/He’s ADHD)
Spicy microtropes
Teach me, he comes in his pants while eating, she makes him crawl, mustache ride, haunted vibrators, sexy inflatable T-rex strip tease, butt stuff, pegging, light BDSM, degradation, humiliation kink, spanking, hair pulling.
Triggers: mentions of loss of a spouse, gross kid poop and puberty humor, realistic autism representation including meltdowns, elopement, starting fires, emotional dysregulation, and lack of impulse control. Also, butt stuff, pegging, light BDSM, degradation, humiliation kink, spanking, hair pulling.
Tagline
Sometimes the only thing haunting you is love.
Blurb
Raven
As a romance author, I know exactly how this story is supposed to go. Handsome older firefighter rescues struggling widow. Sparks fly. Happily ever after.
But I don't need rescuing. Not after losing my husband. Not after a house fire leaves my kids and me with nowhere to go. And definitely not from the handsome fire chief who keeps showing up convinced my temporary home is haunted.
The old Victorian is creaky, drafty, and a sensory nightmare for my son, but ghosts? Please. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Even if Sawyer insists otherwise.
Sawyer
I’ve never been good with women. Give me a five-alarm fire, and I’m fine. Put me in front of Raven Hawthorne, and suddenly I forget how to form complete sentences.
The brilliant, stubborn widow thinks I’m a moron for believing her house is haunted. I think she’s ignoring the increasingly obvious signs that the spirits don’t appreciate us tearing the place apart.
As strange incidents pile up, the tension heats up, and our banter turns into something neither of us can ignore. She may be busy trying to solve the mystery hauntings, but I’m focused on becoming her leading man in The Haunting Plot.
Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5371r6Xh1ufFTAqdUfa9yf?si=aOHv3y6-TvaXW92SIDiODA
Spicy chapters - chapter #s
6 spicy chapters
Chapter 14
Chapter 18
Chapter 20
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 25
Dedication
To my fellow Autism mamas trying to survive motherhood. No one told you it would be this hard, but you’re doing great even when you don't feel like it. May you never run out of the only brand of chicken nuggets your kid will eat, may the clothes you need be tagless and not trigger their sensory issues, and may your kid’s hyperfixation never drive you crazy. But if that’s not your reality, feel free to slip into this story with a hot, mustachioed fire chief who’s eager to please. You deserve it.
And to Rachel, this book wouldn’t exist without you. Thank you for the meals, the voice memos, the support. When we were kids and now. I’m blessed to call you a friend, and I’m so thankful to have you in my corner.
Quotes
“You know how much I love you, right?”
“Astronauts in outer space know how much you love me.”
“But do you?” His eyes are earnest, pleading.
“Yes, moron.”
“Good, remember that.”
“Why?”
His eyes darken, and a smirk lights up half his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
—
“Nothing about you scares me.”
—
“If you think your fire is gonna scare me off, think again, spitfire. I run into burning buildings, I’m not afraid of a little heat.”
—
“You like being praised, huh? Can’t take a compliment to save your life, but throw a little good girl at you and you preen like a needy kitten. Are you gonna put your claws away and behave for me?”
—
“I like it when you’re mean. It makes me hard.”
I blink rapidly. “Did you mean to say that out loud?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
—
“I dunno. Feeling your plush lips against mine, while you inject me with your venom sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon.”
—
He smiles, the creases around his blue eyes deepening. “Your fire doesn’t scare me.”
—
“I knew kissing you would be the best decision I ever made. I just didn’t know it would feel that good. Fuck.”
—
“Your strength is in your soft parts. The ones you’re brave enough to bare to those that matter. The parts of you that provide comfort behind your strength.”
All preorders will come signed with 3 stickers, an NSFW art print, and an SFW vellum overlay (indie bookstore exclusive).
Tropes
Single Mom (widowed)
Single Dad (divorced)
Firefighter Chief
Black cat/golden retriever
Forced proximity
Age gap (7 years)
Neurodivergent Rep (She’s Autistic/He’s ADHD)
Spicy microtropes
Teach me, he comes in his pants while eating, she makes him crawl, mustache ride, haunted vibrators, sexy inflatable T-rex strip tease, butt stuff, pegging, light BDSM, degradation, humiliation kink, spanking, hair pulling.
Triggers: mentions of loss of a spouse, gross kid poop and puberty humor, realistic autism representation including meltdowns, elopement, starting fires, emotional dysregulation, and lack of impulse control. Also, butt stuff, pegging, light BDSM, degradation, humiliation kink, spanking, hair pulling.
Tagline
Sometimes the only thing haunting you is love.
Blurb
Raven
As a romance author, I know exactly how this story is supposed to go. Handsome older firefighter rescues struggling widow. Sparks fly. Happily ever after.
But I don't need rescuing. Not after losing my husband. Not after a house fire leaves my kids and me with nowhere to go. And definitely not from the handsome fire chief who keeps showing up convinced my temporary home is haunted.
The old Victorian is creaky, drafty, and a sensory nightmare for my son, but ghosts? Please. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Even if Sawyer insists otherwise.
Sawyer
I’ve never been good with women. Give me a five-alarm fire, and I’m fine. Put me in front of Raven Hawthorne, and suddenly I forget how to form complete sentences.
The brilliant, stubborn widow thinks I’m a moron for believing her house is haunted. I think she’s ignoring the increasingly obvious signs that the spirits don’t appreciate us tearing the place apart.
As strange incidents pile up, the tension heats up, and our banter turns into something neither of us can ignore. She may be busy trying to solve the mystery hauntings, but I’m focused on becoming her leading man in The Haunting Plot.
Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5371r6Xh1ufFTAqdUfa9yf?si=aOHv3y6-TvaXW92SIDiODA
Spicy chapters - chapter #s
6 spicy chapters
Chapter 14
Chapter 18
Chapter 20
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 25
Dedication
To my fellow Autism mamas trying to survive motherhood. No one told you it would be this hard, but you’re doing great even when you don't feel like it. May you never run out of the only brand of chicken nuggets your kid will eat, may the clothes you need be tagless and not trigger their sensory issues, and may your kid’s hyperfixation never drive you crazy. But if that’s not your reality, feel free to slip into this story with a hot, mustachioed fire chief who’s eager to please. You deserve it.
And to Rachel, this book wouldn’t exist without you. Thank you for the meals, the voice memos, the support. When we were kids and now. I’m blessed to call you a friend, and I’m so thankful to have you in my corner.
Quotes
“You know how much I love you, right?”
“Astronauts in outer space know how much you love me.”
“But do you?” His eyes are earnest, pleading.
“Yes, moron.”
“Good, remember that.”
“Why?”
His eyes darken, and a smirk lights up half his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
—
“Nothing about you scares me.”
—
“If you think your fire is gonna scare me off, think again, spitfire. I run into burning buildings, I’m not afraid of a little heat.”
—
“You like being praised, huh? Can’t take a compliment to save your life, but throw a little good girl at you and you preen like a needy kitten. Are you gonna put your claws away and behave for me?”
—
“I like it when you’re mean. It makes me hard.”
I blink rapidly. “Did you mean to say that out loud?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
—
“I dunno. Feeling your plush lips against mine, while you inject me with your venom sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon.”
—
He smiles, the creases around his blue eyes deepening. “Your fire doesn’t scare me.”
—
“I knew kissing you would be the best decision I ever made. I just didn’t know it would feel that good. Fuck.”
—
“Your strength is in your soft parts. The ones you’re brave enough to bare to those that matter. The parts of you that provide comfort behind your strength.”