Happy New Year 2025, my amazing readers! 🎊🥳
I'm beyond excited to kick off this year with a special announcement: as some of you know from my previous blog post, I'm launching my new pen name, Rose James, and unveiling my upcoming series Rewriting the Fallen Villainess! 🎉
As Rose James, I’ll be exploring the enchanting realm of transmigration romance, spanning genres from sizzling billionaire tales to romantasy and historical fiction. Prepare for heroines who receive unexpected second chances at love and life, packed with twists and turns!
What Awaits You?
If you love:
Steamy romantasy that'll raise the heat on your e-reader 🔥
Intriguing reverse harem dynamics that will leave you breathless
Kingdom-building infused with cunning political schemes
Gripping revenge plots
Then you won't want to miss this series when it drops! Here’s to embracing new chapters and thrilling escapades in 2025! 💖
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Rewriting the Fallen Villainess
(will be available in ku once released)
Release Date: Feb 22nd, 2025
When life gives you a second chance at being the villain, make sure you’re a damn good one.
Getting stabbed by a prince wasn’t on my project management checklist. Neither was waking up as Lady Wren Lee, the infamous villainess of the wildly popular fantasy series A Kingdom of Infernal Flames. But at least I died knowing how the story ends, right?
Wrong.
After watching my adopted family murdered and being executed as a traitor, I’ve been granted a do-over with a cheat system with a snarky personality that would make any gamer jealous. Now I’m back five years before everything went to hell, armed with future knowledge, business acumen, and a very personal vendetta against a certain murderous prince.
This time around, I’m not playing by the novel’s rules. I’m building an empire, gathering powerful allies—including lethally devoted immortal beings with their own villainous reputations—and making sure my family survives—all while navigating the deadly politics of a fantasy world that thought it could write me off as just another disposable villain.
They say the villain never wins? Watch me rewrite that ending.
Rewriting the Fallen Villainess is a spicy reverse harem fantasy romance featuring a modern woman reborn as a noble villainess, strategic kingdom-building, and morally ambiguous love interests with decidedly possessive tendencies. Follow our protagonist villainess as she flips the script on her own story while dealing with four powerful men who each have their own obsessive ways of showing affection.
A romantasy featuring:
A modern-day protagonist reborn as a villainess with a snarky cheat system
Four dangerous immortal beings with their own dark agendas
Time regression and revenge plotting
Family protection at all costs
Political intrigue and noble scheming
Magical mishaps (including militant mint gardens and dramatically gothic embroidery)
A heroine who refuses to follow the script
Book 1 builds tension through:
Strategic preparation
Dangerous encounters
Power dynamics
Hidden agendas
Touch-starved moments
Slow-burn romance
Contains mature themes, political intrigue, and various magical disasters. Series heat level rises significantly from Book 2 onward.
Teaser
The wagon lurched violently as Davidson swerved to avoid a magical barrier. I was thrown forward, straight into Kaleb’s chest. His arms came up automatically, catching me before I could fall. For one heart-stopping moment, I froze—acutely aware that I’d just landed in the arms of an extremely dangerous, potentially hostile wolf shifter.
[Currently in grabbing range of very powerful supernatural being. Might we suggest NOT being this close to someone who could snap us like a twig?]
Eve yanked me back with barely concealed panic, her disguised features tight with alarm as she positioned herself between us. My heart hammered against my ribs—not just from the near fall, but from the realization of how quickly things could have gone wrong. Kaleb remained perfectly still, his eyes unreadable in the darkness.
After what felt like hours of tense silence and magical misdirection, I felt it—a shimmer in the air, like heat waves over summer stones. The wagon passed through something that made my skin tingle.
“Barrier wards,” Nicholas explained quietly. “Anyone looking this way will see nothing but dense forest. Their eyes will slide right past, their minds suggesting more promising directions to search.”
The cottage appeared like a shadow among shadows, nestled so deep in the woods that the trees seemed to bend around it. Protection wards rippled across my magical senses—subtle but powerful, layered so deeply that the very air felt different here, the kind that made eyes slide away without realizing why.
Davidson guided the wagon around to the back entrance, where dense foliage provided cover from any watching eyes. The cottage itself looked deliberately unremarkable—the kind of place hunters or woodcutters might use as a seasonal shelter.
“My lord,” Nicholas said smoothly, maintaining our cover as he opened the wagon door, “we’ve arrived.”
I stepped down first, forcing my movements to remain measured despite every instinct screaming to get inside the wards. Kaleb followed like a shadow, his bare feet silent against the earth. In the darkness, his eyes seemed to glow.
The cottage’s interior was simple but well-appointed, with a crackling fire already warming the main room. Protection wards hummed against my magical senses, turning the space into a fortress disguised as a hunting lodge.
“Sit,” I ordered, taking a high-backed chair near the fire. My magical disguise felt heavy after so many hours, but I maintained Lord Vale’s presence as Eve guided Kaleb to stand before me.
[You do realize you’re now in perfect mauling distance? Just checking.]
“I need to check for injuries,” Eve said, her own disguise still perfect as she examined Kaleb’s binding rune marks. “Hmm. Minimal damage. You heal quickly.”
Kaleb remained eerily still under her inspection, but his eyes never left me.
“Come here,” I said softly, once Eve stepped back.
To my surprise—and Nicholas’s visible tension—Kaleb moved forward immediately, gracefully dropping to one knee before my chair. The firelight played across his features, turning his golden hair to flame.
My hands shook slightly as I reached for my magical mask. I needed to see his status, to understand what I was dealing with. The mask dissolved like smoke between my fingers.
Kaleb’s reaction was instant and violent. His ice-blue eyes flashed, the color shifting to an intense arctic blue ringed with crimson. A sound caught between a snarl and something else—something almost primal—tore from his throat. His whole body went rigid, muscles coiling with barely contained energy as his magic surged around him like a storm about to break. His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles jumping, and his hands curled into fists against the floor.
Nicholas moved forward defensively, and Eve’s hands glowed with protective magic. My heart hammered against my ribs—had I just made a terrible mistake? The low rumble in his chest shifted into something I couldn’t interpret, but it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
[CRITICAL WARNING: Subject’s emotional state has entered unprecedented territory. Potential for extreme reaction: 97.8%. Perhaps maintain a safe distance from the obviously unstable wolf shifter? Management not responsible for any resulting carnage.]
I forced myself to remain still, to maintain eye contact despite every instinct screaming to back away. I’d just spent a fortune acquiring him—I couldn’t show weakness now, couldn’t let him sense my fear. Whatever was happening, I had to establish control.
KALEB WULFRIC
Level: 85 ★★★★☆
Class: Wolf Shifter
Occupation: Royal Guard (Former)
STATS:
Academic: A [S]
Leadership: A [S]
Courage: S [S]
Strategy: A [S]
Industrious: A [S]
Speech: B [A]
Special Skills: Wolf Magic NA (S), Combat Mastery NA (S), Territory Control NA (S)
Loyalty: ♡ Deep Red (Pulsing)
Warning: Subject’s emotional state has entered interesting territory. Might we suggest keeping hands and feet away from the obviously overwhelmed wolf shifter?
“That’s… different,” I muttered, squinting at the pulsing symbol. The Cheat’s usual snark seemed almost nervous, which was never a good sign.
“My lady,” Nicholas started forward, clearly worried about the wolf shifter’s intense reaction. His hands glowed with defensive magic, ready to throw up barriers at a moment’s notice.
But Kaleb didn’t move. He stayed kneeling, those eerily bright arctic-blue and crimson eyes fixed on my face with an expression I couldn’t begin to decode. The air crackled with his barely contained magic, making the fire flicker and dance. The low rumble in his chest hadn’t stopped—if anything, it had intensified.
[Subject’s emotional state approaching critical levels. Perhaps consider NOT maintaining eye contact with the clearly unstable supernatural being? Though we note your terrible self-preservation instincts remain consistent.]
“Eve,” I managed, proud that my voice remained steady despite my racing heart, “what’s his physical condition?”
Eve moved cautiously, her own magic ready. “The binding runes left no permanent damage. His vitals are… intense, but stable.” She paused, clearly choosing her next words carefully. “Though his current emotional state is concerning.”
Concerning was putting it mildly. I’d never seen anyone react like this to a simple status check. The pulsing deep red heart made no sense, the Cheat’s warnings were unusually vague, and every instinct I had was screaming that I was missing something important.
But I couldn’t show weakness. Not now. Not with so much at stake.
“Kaleb,” I said softly, testing his name for the first time.
The effect of his name was immediate and startling. That strange rumble caught in his throat, his eyes flaring brighter with those crimson rings. His fingers dug into the wooden floor, and I swore I heard the sound of splintering wood.
[ALERT: Subject’s response to verbal stimulus exceeding expected parameters. Current probability of property damage: 89.3%. Might we suggest reinforcing the flooring?]
“My lady,” Nicholas warned, taking another step forward. Even Eve shifted closer, her medical bag forgotten as she positioned herself for quick intervention.
I forced myself to remain still, to keep my voice steady. “You understand why you’re here?”
The question seemed to focus him somewhat. His eyes never left my face, but his posture shifted subtly—less predatory, more… attentive? The rumble in his chest changed pitch, becoming almost questioning.
“You belong to me now,” I continued, each word carefully chosen. “Not to the Crown. Not to Prince Jared. To me.”
Something dark and fierce flashed across his features at Jared’s name. His magic pulsed so strongly it made the fire gutter, casting wild shadows across the walls. But still he didn’t move from his position, didn’t break eye contact.
[Mention of certain homicidal royalty appears to be a trigger. Might we suggest a different topic? Weather? Local cuisine? Anything not involving stabby princes?]
Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward slightly in my chair. I remembered his story from the novel—how his entire pack was slaughtered when he was only eight, all the young ones taken as slaves. Years of being beaten, starved, forced to do unspeakable things. Traded and auctioned from one cruel master to another, each worse than the last. No wonder he was so volatile, so untrusting.
“You’re safe here,” I said softly, ignoring Eve’s sharp intake of breath as I moved closer. “No one will hurt you. No one will bind you again. You won’t be imprisoned or sold ever again.”
[Your definition of ‘safe’ continues to puzzle management. Particularly when applied to clearly dangerous situations.]
Something flickered in those arctic-blue eyes—confusion? Disbelief? The crimson rings pulsed with his uneven breathing. Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out slowly, telegraphing my movements, and cupped his face with my hands.
Kaleb went absolutely still. He sucked in a sharp breath, the rumble in his chest cutting off abruptly. For one terrifying moment, I thought I’d made a horrible mistake—then the growl returned, deeper, more intense, before shifting into something that could only be described as a purr.
His eyes drifted half-closed, the crimson rings softening as he leaned ever so slightly into my touch. The oppressive weight of his magic eased, though it still swirled around us like a protective cocoon.
“Nicholas,” I said quietly, not breaking contact with Kaleb, “prepare a room for him. Eve, make sure he has everything he needs.” I reluctantly withdrew my hands, noting how his eyes snapped fully open at the loss of contact. “I need to return to the manor before I’m missed.”
The purring stopped, replaced by a low whine that made my chest ache. But I couldn’t stay—not with so many pieces still to move into place.
“I’ll return tomorrow,” I promised, standing carefully. “Try to rest.”
As Davidson prepared the carriage for my return journey, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d just set something in motion that I didn’t fully understand. And that pulsing deep red heart haunted my thoughts all the way back to Argyll Manor.
(will be available in ku once released)