Reed
I arrive in Sanctuary Cove with a duffel bag, a dead PhD, and a job nobody wanted: reopen a library that’s been locked for fifteen years. The place looks like a tornado dated a card catalog. Then a leather-bound moth book jumps off a shelf and a volunteer named Arthur appears with coffee and a shy smile.
Arthur is… careful. Night owl. Knows where every single book lives. Also not human.
When he drops the glamour and unfurls ten feet of russet wings, the impossible snaps into focus. Mothmen are real. The town is full of cryptids who garden, bicker, and bring you pastries. And Arthur—the quiet guardian in the rafters—has been alone for seventy years.
I’m supposed to be cataloging folklore. Instead, I’m falling for it.
As the full moon climbs, moth season begins and courtship becomes literal skywriting. Arthur’s instincts want the whole town to know I’m his. Mine want to say yes.
Restoring a haunted library is one thing. Choosing a life is another. But Sanctuary Cove feels like home, and the mothman with the honey-soft voice is the bravest person I’ve ever met.
I came here searching for proof. I stay because Arthur is my miracle—and I’m his.
Cozy, funny, and tender with on-page heat and a guaranteed HEA.
