Stormsong cover by Megan Hart

Stormsong 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Megan Hart·6 hrs 23 min·Oct 2, 2026
For fans of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Forced ProximityGrumpy/SunshineSlow Burn
Femdom

READERS FELT™

Hot (67%)
Tension (67%)
Wrecked (50%)

👍92%would recommend

Some houses are built to keep people safe. Stormsong was built to keep its secrets. When it rains, Stormsong sings—and every note echoes with the secrets buried inside its walls. Hidden somewhere inside the legendary house is an unpublished manuscript worth a fortune, and Sloane Darby intends to steal it—even if it means seducing its reclusive owner, Julian Silver. She expected to deceive him. She never expected to fall for him. Surly, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly magnetic, Julian has spent his life imprisoned inside the brutal masterpiece of glass, steel, and shadow his visionary father designed. Stormsong made the Silver family legendary. It also destroyed them. The tabloids whispered about decadent parties, vanished guests, strange rituals, and ghosts. Julian knows the truth is darker than any rumor. Stormsong isn't haunted. He is. Sloane awakens a hunger Julian thought he'd buried with the past. He doesn't trust her, but resisting her proves impossible. What begins as deception soon spirals into obsession, blurring the line between desire and ruin. As her feelings for Julian become dangerously real, Sloane fnds herself trapped between the mission that brought her to Stormsong and the man she never meant to love. The closer she comes to the missing manuscript, the more she realizes some stories were hidden for a reason. Because every room conceals a secret. Every family feeds its monsters. And when Stormsong sings, someone always pays the price. (What others are saying) "Riveting, poignant and powerful." - Publishers Weekly "One of the most heart-wrenching books I've ever read." - Tart Sweet "By turns erotic and gut-wrenching." - Bookish Livejournal Review Read Preview

Reader Reviews 4.6/5

Slow burn with a strong female lead

If you're looking for a slow burn with a bit of mystery and a dash of spice, this might be for you.

— Anonymous
This is the vibe.

I ate up the characters in this book while It played in my head like a movie! Thank you Megan and Parneet for letting Stormsong be our Smutty Book Club read for September. So honored to get to be among the first to read it!

— EmilyWren
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I was honored to be able to read this as my very first ARC! It was right up my alley with slow burn, dark / gothic romance with such HOT spice! Definitely recommend 💋

— JamieMeyers
A Great Read, Worth Your Time

I really enjoyed Stormsong. The story kept me interested from the start, and the writing was easy to follow and emotional in the right places. The characters felt real, and I wanted to keep reading to see what would happen next. The pacing was good, and the ending left me satisfied. If you like a well-told story with heart, give this one a try. Recommended!

— prince12
All the gothic bones of a Brontë novel, but so much spicier!

This lushly written romance gave me all the feels. I was Sloane, making myself come. I was Sloane, seducing him, and oh so slowly being seduced in turn. What a beautiful, slow unraveling... I would read, and reread this book over and over again. A new favorite.

— sparkx
I SCREAMED
Holding my breath
Gah that was hot

“I jam my fingers into the weird fucking door-slot-handle-thing and fling open the door to the rooms I think are mine and rush inside, slamming the door behind me.

“Oh, shit,” I blurt.

I didn’t choose the right door. Instead of the bed and black comforter, my bag on the floor, I’m welcomed by a different sight.

A very tall, very angry, and very naked, Julian Silver.”

Holding my breath

“Not all houses deserve names, but Stormsong suits this place as perfectly as if it had been born for it, not built.

The storm part, anyway. Everything about the house is dark. Ebony metal boxes stack, one on top of the other, cantilevering over a sloping back lawn that I can’t fully see from the gravel driveway. Wrought iron fixtures consume every droplet of illumination from my car’s headlights.

Sleek and modern, Stormsong looks as though it was built to fend off a zombie invasion or some other mass extinction event. All sharp lines and angles, rectangles and squares, not

I SCREAMED

“I’m here to work for Lorna Balfour, a prolific and beloved author who started in fiction and moved into historical non-fiction and academic texts. She’s agreed to donate her collection of research materials as well as her manuscript drafts and other ephemera related to her writing to Kenyon College, a well-known and respected private college with a reputation for producing writers, for inclusion in the college archives. I’m here to do the cataloging and preparation for the collection to be shipped to the college…but that’s only one part of the job.

The other part is her stepson, Julian Silver. Learning