the Inn at End of Lost Roads: A Slow-Burn Cozy Fantasy Romance

Wren Ashworth has spent her whole life fixing things - potions, wounds, other people's disasters - right up until the moment she couldn't fix the one that mattered, and the royal court cast her out for it. So when a letter arrives naming her heir to an aunt she's never met, and an inn she's never heard of, Wren packs what's left of her pride and goes. She doesn't expect the inn to be invisible to anyone who isn't lost. She doesn't expect its rooms to rearrange themselves each night - a nursery, a library, a childhood kitchen - always exactly what the guest needs and never what they ask for. And she certainly doesn't expect Corvin Ashgrove: the inn's caretaker, bound to its halls by a curse a hundred years old, who would clearly prefer she'd never come at all. But the inn is fading - guests are growing fewer, rooms are shrinking, and something in its magic is running out of time. If Wren wants to save it, she'll have to learn its secrets, earn its prickly caretaker's trust, and maybe, despite every instinct honed by heartbreak, let herself be found by someone for once. A slow-burn, forced-proximity romance about grief, healing, and the home you didn't know you were looking for - perfect for fans of Legends & Lattes and A Witch's Guide to Magical Innkeeping.