GABRIEL POE—yes, that Poe—hates his last name.
Baltimore never lets him forget it. The city turned his infamous ancestor into a tourism empire of ravens, grave tours, and Halloween merch. But what the world doesn’t know is that Edgar Allan didn’t just write nightmares—he saw them.
Because like Gabriel, Edgar was a Raven. Not the bird—the bloodline. Seers touched by prophecy, cursed to glimpse the future through acts of intimacy that leave you exposed in more ways than one.
Gabe doesn’t want the name.
He doesn’t want the visions.
But desire has a way of unlocking destiny… and nightmares tend to become family business when your last name is Poe.
Between the haunted streets of a city where magic lingers, the heated sheets of seductive strangers, and the weight of a legacy that refuses to stay buried, Gabe must decide whether to run from prophecy—or finally claim it. Every touch pulls him deeper into Evermore, into futures he never asked to witness, while someone—or something—watches from the shadows, determined to keep Fate on track.