Isabelle Adler: An epilogue to In the Winter Woods

Let’s welcome Isabelle Adler here today, with an epilogue to her new release, In the Winter Woods! I’m so pleased to host this here, I loved the story and this was a perfect little afterthought.

In the Winter Woods

Cover: In the Winter Woods by Isabelle Adler

Declan Kensington isn’t really in the mood for Christmas. His latest mystery book sales are tanking, his finances are in a dismal state, and his spirits are anything but festive. Perhaps spending the holidays alone at his family lakeside cabin in the small village of Maplewood, Vermont, will provide him much-needed peace and quiet. Then he might finally get to work on a new book and (hopefully) jumpstart his stalling writing career.
When he starts receiving anonymous letters threatening him to leave, Declan realizes his solitary writer’s retreat isn’t at all what he bargained for. And if the threats aren’t enough, a killer strikes, casting Declan in the role of the most likely suspect. Now it’s up to him and the handsome local Public Safety Commissioner Curtis Monroe to find out the truth before Declan spends Christmas (and the rest of his life) in jail. But as dead bodies pile up and dark secrets are revealed beneath Maplewood’s picture-perfect facade, Declan’s heart may yet be in more danger than his life…

A 61,800 gay holiday romance.
Warnings for description of violence, physical injury, murders of secondary characters (off-page), deceased parents, dealing with grief

New Release: In the Winter Woods. Solving a real murser isn't as easy as writing one--especially when you're the prime suspect.

Epilogue – In the Winter Woods by Isabelle Adler

The floorboards creaked under someone else’s feet, and my eyes flew open.

Confused panic lanced through my sleep-addled mind but dissipated in the next instant. The fireplace had gone cold sometime during the night, but I was cozy and warm under the thick blankets and the quilted duvet I had found in the linen closet. Pale winter sun peeked into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains, promising the start of a lovely Christmas Day.

I rolled onto the side, wincing at the pang in my bandaged shoulder, and propped myself up on the pillows, watching Curtis cross the room with a breakfast tray.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Curtis said. He set the tray on the nightstand and reached across the bed to plant a quick kiss on my mouth.

“Ugh, morning breath,” I said when he withdrew.

“Mine or yours?”

“Mine. You actually smell delicious.”

Curtis must have risen much earlier, because despite him wearing only t-shirt and sweatpants, he smelled of freshly-brewed coffee and toast. His golden hair was tousled, and stubble roughened his cheeks.

He looked so perfectly homely that my heart swelled at the sight.

A stupid grin must have pulled at my lips, because he smiled back at me.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, God, yes, please.”

He handed me the mug he’d brought and watched me luxuriate in the first sip of my morning pick-up. It could have been my imagination, but for some reason the instant coffee tasted so much better today.

“Breakfast in bed? I must have done something right to deserve it,” I remarked, setting the half-empty mug on the tray.

Curtis chuckled, and the soft low sound seemed to reverberate through me, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

“Oh, you’ve done plenty. But I don’t believe in earning affection. You either inspire it by being the way you are, or you don’t.”

“That’s way too deep for a Christmas morning.” I snatched a tiny pumpkin quiche—the leftovers from last night’s dinner—and barely suppressed a groan as the sharp movement sent zings of pain down my bandaged arm.

“How’s your shoulder?” Curtis asked. His brow furrowed. “I hope I didn’t jostle it too much last night.”

My cheeks warmed as I recalled everything that “jostling” had actually entailed. Granted, on account of my injury, we took things way slower than I would’ve liked, but even so, the night had been…magical. Not in that “fireworks going off, trumpets blaring, sparks of electricity flying, lust building into a frenzied crescendo” kind of way, but in a much quieter, simpler sense. It had been the magic of shared breath, of tentative touches, of secrets learned in the dark. A magic as new as a spring blossom and as old as the hills.

“I’m okay,” I said, swallowing the last bite of quiche and a sudden lump in my throat. “Actually, I’m better than okay.”

The mattress dipped as Curtis sat down on the bed. His fingers entwined with mine above the duvet, and I met his gaze, blue and serious.

“I’m better than okay, too.” His tone matched his expression, solemn and earnest, with a hint of passion simmering underneath.

“Then let’s have a better than okay Christmas,” I murmured, and pulled him into a kiss that tasted of coffee and promise.

About the Author

A voracious reader from the age of five, Isabelle Adler has always dreamed of one day putting her own stories into writing. She loves traveling, art, and science, and finds inspiration in all of these. Her favorite genres include sci-fi, fantasy, and historical adventure. She also firmly believes in the unlimited powers of imagination and caffeine.

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announcing the Lost in Time audiobook!

I am very pleased to announce that I have found a collaborator to work with me to create audiobooks of both Lost in Time and Shadows on the Border! Lost in Time will be released at the beginning of March.

Callum Hale is doing an absolutely fantastic job-the characters are leaping off the page. You can hear a sample of his work below and if you’d like to sign up for a review copy, please do scroll down to the bottom of the page to sign up!

Lost in Time

Lew’s life is pleasantly boring until his friend Mira messes with magic she doesn’t understand. While searching for her, he is pulled back in time to 1919 by a catastrophic magical accident. As he tries to navigate a strange time and find his friend in the smoky music clubs of Soho, the last thing he needs is Detective Alec Carter suspecting him of murder. London in 1919 is cold, wet, and tired from four years of war.

Alec is back in the Metropolitan Police after slogging out his army service on the Western Front. Falling for a suspect in a gruesome murder case is not on his agenda, however attractive he finds the other man.

They are both floundering and out of their depth, struggling to come to terms with feelings they didn’t ask for and didn’t expect. Both have secrets that could get them arrested or killed. In the middle of a murder investigation that involves wild magic, mysterious creatures, and illegal sexual desire, who is safe to trust?

Sign up here for a review copy. They’ll go out at the beginning of March and ideally we’d like them back by the end of the month-ish.