A Small Ask, if You Felt Anything

For the readers who linger

There’s a moment — late at night, too late, probably — when a sentence lands a little too hard, or a scene rewires something soft and subterranean. When you have to stop reading because you’re suddenly aware of your own breath.

If The Shape of Want ever did that to you —

If Ariadne ever made you feel seen, or seduced, or slightly unsafe in the best possible way —

If Sarah’s longing made your throat ache, or Lilly’s submission made you wonder what safety might taste like in someone else's hands —

Then I have a small, sharp favor to ask:

Would you leave a review? Or even just a rating?

🖤 Leave a review on Amazon →

Why it matters: Reviews are the currency of visibility. They tell the algorithm gods that this book has a pulse — that it breathes. That it deserves to be seen. And I’d like that. I’d like to know it’s still being read by people who don’t flinch.

Even a few words would mean everything.

A rating (5-but only if you think they are earned) and a confession. That’s all I ask.

If you’ve left a review — or plan to — send me a note.

I’m putting together a private early edition of The Shape of War. It’s not public yet. But I’ll send it to readers who’ve taken the time to reflect back what this story meant to them.

Not a bribe. A thank-you. For your time. Your words. Your willingness to feel out loud.Thank you for reading. For feeling. For coming this far with me.

We’re not done yet.

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Ariadne