Her Poison Speaks in Silence

Coming soon in my modern fiction collection: The Betting Agreement, a numb mortician X a singer reborn from the flames. See the collection for the blurb if you're interested.

New historical romance in my collection: Twelve Years to Win You. The blurb is below this novel's synopsis.

[Synopsis]

Ruan Fengning had wanted nothing more than to live a quiet life.

Even when the ravages of war left her without a home,

even when a deadly poison left her sick and in pain,

she always held fast to the purest part of herself.

Until she saved Jiang Zhuheng, who was on the verge of death, while fleeing after escaping a marriage to the dead.

They called each other brothers and settled in a small village, reading and writing, living the peaceful life she had always longed for.

But when heavily armed troops surrounded the village, she realized she wasn't the only one hiding the truth.

Her Brother Jiang had a powerful identity, one capable of destroying everything around them.

She went from a frail young woman who couldn't hurt a fly to a blade that killed without blinking.

Ruan Fengning seemed to grow used to this life, with blood on her hands and death at every turn.

She went farther and farther down a path of blades and blood, forgetting the person she'd once been, the one who wanted only peace.

Following orders, she disguised herself as a dancer and infiltrated the Yan Kingdom, approaching its newly enthroned ruler with a purpose.

With everything ready, she put on the seductive smile she'd practiced for so long.

She looked up, only to see the face of the old friend she'd missed and longed for.

"I never knew you were a woman."

After his surprise, he gave her the familiar, gentle smile and called to her softly:

"A Ning, it's been so long."

Her hand, so accustomed to killing, suddenly began to tremble.

Notes:

1. One-on-one romance, both leads are sexually inexperienced, happy ending, with a supporting male character.

2. Regular daily updates and chapters already written, so read with confidence. I'm a new author, so please leave a review and follow along, or save it for later.

3. The early part is about ordinary village life; later, it's about the imperial court and nobility.

4. The female lead grows over the course of the story: she's weak at first, but becomes strong later.

Blurb for Twelve Years to Win You:

Mo Qijun thought her savior was a cold-looking man with a warm heart. She never expected him to deceive her and use her.

He really was heartless!

So be it. She would consider it repayment for saving her life.

Thinking this, she turned around and married the person she'd loved since childhood.

Then one day, this heartless man came looking for her again.

What did he want now?

She'd already chosen between the man who came out of nowhere and her childhood sweetheart, hadn't she?

*

Lin Shuyun thought he'd long since lost the ability to feel anything for anyone.

In his original plans, Mo Qijun's life was of no importance at all.

He never expected a relationship that began with using her to end with him falling in love.

Both times she left him, it broke his heart.

The first time, she chose to marry someone else. He was like a stray dog, watching someone else's happiness, doing the very thing he'd always wanted to do but unable to focus, and able only to numb himself with alcohol.

Drunk and unable to tell reality from illusion, he trapped her between his arms as she tried to escape, leaned over her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and lifted her fair chin.

His eyes, usually devoid of desire, were filled with unspoken longing.

"A Qi, I saved your life."

His warm, deep kiss fell along with his hoarse voice.

"You belong to me."

The second time, she was at death's door. Holding her, he let his usually straight back bend. All his former pride and arrogance were brought to their knees.

He didn't care what it took. He searched everywhere, begged renowned masters, and went to his enemies, exhausting every means available to him.

At last, with nowhere else to turn, his face drained of color, his expression one of despair. He prayed to the gods and Buddha, whom he had never believed in, offering to trade his life for hers.

"If I have nothing else to offer, then let my soul be the matchmaker, my spirit the betrothal gift, my bones the brush, my blood the wedding contract. I offer you twelve years as my bride. May we never part, year after year."

Theme: Never yield to fate. Grow through hardship, break free of your cocoon, and be reborn