She has kept every secret she owns. He has been trained to find them.

Salthollow, 1692. The trials are not over.

Evangeline Holt has built her quiet life one careful year at a time ? an apothecary on Morrow Street, a reputation for competence, and a secret she has carried since she was seven years old. The old blood came to her without asking. It cost her everything ordinary life had to offer, and she has never once let anyone close enough to see it.

Then a man from the Covenant walks through her door.

Silas Ashford is very good at his job. He has catalogued her from across the harbor master's room, read her file before he arrived, and knows exactly what she is. What he doesn't know ? what he can't account for ? is her. The intelligence behind the careful eyes. The steadiness that costs her something and gives nothing away. The inconvenient and professionally catastrophic fact that the longer he watches her, the less certain he is about what he's supposed to do.

She cannot trust him. He is everything she has spent twenty years avoiding. And the trials are still happening, and someone has written her name down, and the man standing between her and destruction is the same man who came to Salthollow to destroy her.

The Naming of Fires is the first book in The Salthollow Trilogy ? a slow-burn historical romantasy set against the shadow of colonial witch trials, where the most dangerous thing isn't magic. It's letting someone in.

Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. The kind of tension that makes you hold your breath.