I woke up as a goddess in the world I wrote—except I never created her.

One minute, I was an exhausted author fighting off a deadline. The next, I was standing in the middle of my own fictional kingdom, wearing divine robes, with power thrumming under my skin. Problem is, I never wrote a goddess into this book. I have no idea how I got here or how to escape.

So I keep my head down. Stay quiet. Survive.

That worked—until I watched one of my male characters nearly die. He was supposed to be saved by the princess. That was how I wrote it. But she never showed. So I stepped in.

I saved him. I changed everything.

Now I’ve drawn the attention of four dangerously powerful men—each twisted in their own way, each obsessively focused on me. Including the one I rescued. They think I’m the key to their ambitions, their power, and maybe even their salvation.

But they have no idea this world is fiction.

I let it slip to one of them—and now the game has changed. They’re not following the story anymore. And the scariest part?

Neither am I.

Trigger Warning

Mature content between multiple males and one female, etc.