Melissa is the author of more than a dozen YA and fantasy novels including The Frey Saga and Between Ink and Shadows. When not writing she can generally be found talking about a book, painting something from a book, or tucked between headphones listening to a book. It's kind of a theme. She loves reasonable heroines in unreasonable situations, noble—if brooding—heroes, slow burn and sweet kisses, a lot of havoc, and a little magic.

A Necromancer's Guide to Grave Mistakes by Melissa Wright

Ellenora Morgrave has a problem letting go. When her emotions grow unruly, people tend to rise from the dead—and refuse to return to the grave. In a kingdom where necromancy is relegated to investigating crimes—a government wing led by Ella's father—her out-of-control powers could lead to the end for her and her family. But when her father is murdered and her stepfamily stands to inherit not just his estate but his post as head necromancer—the only job where Ella's magic could not only be protected but valued—Ella takes matters into her own hands and overturns graves, both literal and figurative, in pursuit of her father's killer.

Prince Silas has a problem hanging on. As the sole heir to the kingdom, he's used to the things he cares about being torn away, including Ella, the wild and slightly terrifying girl with a penchant for collecting wounded creatures he fell for in his youth. But when Ella comes crashing back into his life, claiming the murder of her father might be tied not only to growing suspicion in the court but also the death of his valet, Silas disobeys his order to stay away from the necromancer's daughter, and the pair pursues an increasingly worrying set of clues.

Together, Ella and Silas dig up a conspiracy, old wounds, and the dead. But setting things right will test the walls they've built to protect themselves, and as Prince Silas realizes he's found something worth holding onto, Ella may be forced to finally let go.

CURATOR'S NOTE

Can a necromancer really be a sympathetic main character? In the deft hands of Melissa Wright, absolutely! Ellenora Morgrave is up to her neck in problems: a greedy stepmother and stepsisters after her father's estate, the mystery of who killed her father and why, and trying to maintain control of her own errratic necromantic powers, Ellenora has to speak with the dead to stop the living from committing even more dastardly crimes. Set in a medieval fantasy kingdom with more than a touch of fairy tales, A Necromancer's Guide to Grave Mistakes is the first in a delightful romp of a magical fantasy series. – The SFWA

 

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  • "Aggressively adorable. How is a book about dead things so ridiculously romantic?"

    – USA Today bestselling author Sarah K.L. Wilson
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  • "If you love T. Kingfisher's sparkling, quirky wit, you'll love this fresh reimagining of Cinderella! With characters that draw you in with their relatable distress and a deliciously dark mystery, you'll be turning pages faster than you can say undead badger."

    – USA Today bestselling author Alisha Klapheke
 

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Excerpt

His hand came up slowly to wrap around her finger, which he firmly guided away from his chest. "I am not afraid of you, Miss Morgrave."

"Aren't you?"

A small huff of air came out of him that was not a laugh. "I do not know what you think—"

She stepped closer, her finger still in his grip. "Don't say you weren't warned."

With her other hand, Ella shoved Silas. He stumbled back, over a conveniently positioned Magnus, and splashed seat-first into the wash bin. Magnus made a happy little badger noise, and Ella gave him a shooing gesture. "Get back inside before anyone sees you."

The prince shoved up from the bin, sputtering, and when Magnus turned to flash his teeth in what might have been a grin, Ella nearly chuckled, feeling the weight in her chest ease for the first time in days. Shoving a prince into a wash bin was exactly what she'd needed.

It was a relief, at least, until the prince stalked toward her. She took a step back but bumped into the low wall.

Silas placed his palms on the rail on either side of her, slowly caging her in. "Miss Morgrave, I have tolerated quite a lot from you. More, perhaps, than from any single other being on the face of this earth. And I need you to understand"—he stopped for a moment and his jaw ticked as, doubtlessly, the water that had soaked through his trousers began to trickle into his boots—"I need you to understand that my forbearance is over." Ella pressed her lips.

"Tell me you understand."

Her voice was breathier than she intended, though, to be fair, he had not given her much room to expand her chest. "What precisely are you threatening, Your Highness? Do you propose to discipline me? That I'm only lacking a firm hand?"

His eyes went dark.

Then the window to the attic swung open, and Henry stuck out his head. "Shall I bring the coal shovel, miss?"

Silas's eyes closed for a very long moment. Ella stole the time to study his face in the light that bled from the back of the inn. His skin was smooth, lashes long and impossibly dark, his every angle sharp and defined. A complete waste of unreasonable attractiveness on a man who might gain the hand of any woman he desired simply due to his title. He even smelled good.

When Silas sighed, the loose tendrils of hair that had fallen from Ella's knot tickled the bare skin of her neck. She had not realized she'd tilted her head toward him until his eyes opened and locked with hers. Ella wondered, for one dark moment, what might happen if she pushed him past his limit.