A haunted house. A cursed poet.
A girl who refuses to play by the rules.

THIS HALLOWEEN, LOVE IS THE DEADLIEST MAGIC OF ALL.

Every year, thirteen black-sealed invitations slip through Geneva’s shadows, summoning strangers, lovers, and liars to the legendary Villa Diodati. The rules? Thirteen guests. Thirteen stories. Every tale must be true—or the Villa takes a piece of your soul as payment.

But this isn’t some bougie masquerade with overpriced wine and moody lighting. The masked host is none other than George Byron himself. Yes, that Byron: poet, scandal-magnet, and, thanks to a two-hundred-year-old curse, the Villa’s immortal master of ceremonies. For centuries, he’s seduced and discarded, desired without memory, lusted without love. Just the way the curse likes it.

Until Mira Hartley stumbles into the garden—tipsy, reckless, and absolutely unimpressed by dead poets with god complexes. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t swoon. She laughs in Byron’s face. And when he kisses her, it’s not temptation—it’s a warning. Because for the first time in centuries, Byron feels something he shouldn’t: hope.

As the night unravels, each guest confesses their darkest truths—affairs, betrayals, obsessions, and secrets that bite. The Villa listens. The Villa judges. The Villa is always hungry.

But this year, the curse is restless. The witch who started it all is watching. And Byron and Mira are about to learn what happens when you break the rules in a house built on lies.

Masks on. Hearts exposed. Welcome to the party.
Dare you tell the truth?

 

“To Lord Byron — cursed poet, scandal-maker, and maybe the first true father of dark romance. This book is yours as much as mine.”