The Scent of Ruin - Fawnwell, Alestria
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The Scent of Ruin By Alestria Fawnwell When Alestria Fawnwell walks back into her family's decaying Southern estate wearing black and bad intentions, she isn't there for closure-she's there to dig up what the funeral tried to bury. Raised in a house that reeked of old money, cold secrets, and curated cruelty, Alestria has spent her life clawing her way free-from addiction, from expectation, and from a legacy laced in lies. Now sober, transformed, and unapologetically herself, she returns to face the will that names her heir to the very home that tried to destroy her. But nothing in this town…mehr

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The Scent of Ruin By Alestria Fawnwell When Alestria Fawnwell walks back into her family's decaying Southern estate wearing black and bad intentions, she isn't there for closure-she's there to dig up what the funeral tried to bury. Raised in a house that reeked of old money, cold secrets, and curated cruelty, Alestria has spent her life clawing her way free-from addiction, from expectation, and from a legacy laced in lies. Now sober, transformed, and unapologetically herself, she returns to face the will that names her heir to the very home that tried to destroy her. But nothing in this town stays buried for long. Not the whispers. Not the ghosts. And certainly not the truth. A Southern Gothic tale of glamour, grief, and generational rot, The Scent of Ruin is Book One of The Ruinblood Heirloom Saga. Twisted, emotional, and darkly seductive, it's a story about becoming the woman they never saw coming-and making them regret ever calling you by your dead name.
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Alestria Fawnwell writes like a funeral in velvet and speaks like she's been haunting her own story for years. Born of bloodlines better left unnamed, she rose from addiction and ashes to pen tales soaked in glamour, grief, and dark inheritance. Her Southern Gothic novels pull no punches and wear no pearls-they come for the family secrets with stilettos on. Alestria believes in lipstick as warpaint, truth as rebellion, and stories that dare to unbury what others fear to name. When she's not conjuring up twisted legacies, she's sipping milk tea on a haunted porch and stress-shopping for lace at midnight.