He cremates her ex so they can meet 🖤🔥⛓🥀🕯

New Chapter 1 (in Stixx’s POV), 99¢ pre-order, and a sneak peek at what’s coming

“Benjamin,” I say, “I’m Stixx. Earned that name when the River Reapers MC patched me in ‘cuz I play with matches. I gave myself an X for every building I burned down to save someone from a rapist.” I lean into him so that we’re close enough to kiss. “I don’t give myself Xs anymore. It’d just get outta control. But I still burn down buildings to cleanse the world from people like you. So I’m gonna ask you again, Benjamin. What’s the alcohol content in your gel?”

I tip the lighter toward his hair, let it catch just enough to roll over his gelmet in a whoosh. The sour stench of burning hair stings my nostrils. He screams, not that anybody out on the floor can hear him, and a dark wet stain blooms across the crotch of his pants.

“You’re just full of piss, aren’t you?” I flush the urinal, dipping his head to extinguish him. His skull cracks into the porcelain. The weak flow of water flushes his waste, but barely douses his hair. Flames engulf his scalp, the smell of roasting skin and sweat wrinkling my nose. I drop him onto the floor, stepping back so I don’t catch. Mark, the MC’s treasurer, won’t be happy if I rack up an emergency services bill, never mind all the damage that comes with fire: ash, smoke, water. While Benjamin writhes on the floor screaming, I check the bathroom for an extinguisher. There isn’t even a sprinkler.

That’s a code violation.

“Did you inspect this building?” I ask him, but he’s not moving. “Benjamin?” I nudge him with the toe of my boot. Right on cue, my fire runs out of gel fuel and blinks out. Benjamin doesn’t move.

I check the pulse in his wrist, his neck too raw to find one. There’s none.

“Whoopsie.”

Forget Mark, now I’ve gotta deal with Ravage, the president of the MC.

The door starts to open, music blasting in, and I slam it shut with my boot, throwing the lock.

“Out of order!” I shout, texting on my phone with one thumb. My other hand tugs at my hair. I didn’t think this through. The way he ran his mouth about Lucy, all I saw was red.

Killing a man in the Mermaid during broad daylight could get me kicked out of the club—or worse.


Arsonist’s Lullaby release update

August flew by! I’m calling this my whirlwind summer because doing three signings was not on my bingo card for 2026! Signings look a lot different now: a cooler full of Pedialyte, a whole bunch of meds and timers, and sometimes two assistants. Even with all my dunnage, it was pretty awesome. In case you missed it, I signed at Barnes & Noble in Cheshire, Mini CT BookishCon in Torrington, and Dee’s Blind Dates’ Book Swap & DIY Totes Workshop in Wallingford. The River Reapers are taking over the state!

With all this extra activity, I’m a little run down. I anticipated my lupus flaring, so I’m pacing myself, and my doctors are taking really good care of me. A flare is still a flare, though. To give myself enough time to rest, recover, and finish up my revisions so that Arsonist’s Lullaby is its very best, I’ve pushed back the release date to October 25th.

If you already pre-ordered on Kindle or Kobo, you received an email notifying you about the date change.

He falls first so hard, he can’t even speak to her

I don’t mean to snoop, but with Lucy sitting at the bar, I tower over her. Her phone’s right under my nose. There’s a shot of her napping with Olivia’s orange cat asleep on her head. I stifle a smile. She holds up the phone for Olivia to see. “When did you take this?” she laughs.

Hanging around would be weird, so I don’t hear her answer. In another life, I’d stay, make a joke about how the cat feels right at home. She’d swat at me, her nose crinkling and the corners of her mouth lifting.

I’ll never get another opener like that again.

One of the biggest changes I made during dev edits was writing a whole new Chapter 1, in Stixx’s POV instead of Lucy’s (her opener is now Chapter 2, and you can unlock that soon). This new chapter is live on my author website!


A wish for my 38th birthday

It’s my birthday tomorrow! Right now, Arsonist’s Lullaby has 5 Kindle pre-orders, 2 on Kobo, and 38 ARC applications. I’d love it if we made it to 25 ebook pre-orders and 50 ARC apps by my birthday!

I’ve got a fun pre-order campaign dropping soon, and all of these numbers count toward unlocking goodies… including some more chapters.


Last call for BOGO

This is your last chance to buy one, get one 50% off the River Reapers MC series on Kobo. This sale also applies to my Stagwood Falls: Love in Ink series. I don’t know when my publisher will run another sale like this, so definitely scoop them up!

A one night stand shifts into a wild ride when the president of the MC’s son and VP’s daughter inherit the sins of their fathers.


I’m full of secrets, and I’m gonna start spilling soon! Stay tuned for fall and 2027 event announcements, and the Arsonist’s Lullaby indie store pre-order campaign.

It’s gonna be lit. 🔥

Arsonist’s Lullaby cover reveal

Your exclusive first look at the cover of the next dark romance in the River Reapers MC series by Elizabeth Barone.

She’s burnt out. I’ll give her spark back if it kills her.

Lucy doesn’t know I exist yet, but I’m what she needs to get her fire back. When her ex creeps too close, I cremate him so we can meet. When she tells me she’s pregnant and it’s his, I promise I’m hers. When she asks me to take control, I command her body the way I do fire.

I put back all her missing pieces one by one, and in her I find the family I lost long ago. I build her a garden in the ashes of our lives and, for the first time, I dare to believe life can be beautiful.

I know better.

They call me Stixx because I play with matches. When I find who took my forever, there won’t be anything to recover. Only love can save this blackened soul.

Arsonist’s Lullaby is a dark romance. Please check triggers before reading.

This novella is an interconnected standalone and takes place at the same time as A Fatal Prospect in the River Reapers MC series.

Cover by Natasha Snow


After working on this book for five years, through many personal and medical obstacles, I’m so proud and excited to finally share Stixx and Lucy’s cover with you!


Arsonist’s Lullaby

Coming October 2026

How spicy is Arsonist’s Lullaby?

The following excerpt from the novella Arsonist’s Lullaby is NSFW and subject to change during editing. Please check trigger warnings.


Lucy

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers, and my pulse races. I reach for him again, and this time I don’t flinch when my skin touches his. It’s not a burn but relief that I feel, atoms reunited. Hand in hand, he leads me out of the rows of pews and into a confession booth. It’s even quieter inside, hushed by velvet curtains and cushions. My body sinks into the seat with relief.

He kneels at my feet and runs his fingers along the inside of my leg. My breath is ragged. I don’t move, just watch and wait.

“I could never wait until marriage,” he says. “Imagine if the sex is bad.”

“Need a trial run, for sure,” I agree, breasts tight and heavy.

“May I?” he asks and, when I nod, he reaches behind me and plucks my bra undone through my cotton dress. Some of the pressure in my chest releases while the needful pain deepens, my nipples aching to be sucked. He leans forward and presses hot lips to my inner calf, heat rocketing to my clit. “Tell me when to stop,” he whispers, kissing his way up my skin.

I spread my legs wider in response.

His lips trail over the curve of my knee, up the tender flesh of my thigh, my panties clinging to me by the time he reaches the hem of my dress. He pushes it up to my hips, still kissing, and stops at where cotton covers my pussy. He draws a ragged breath.

“Lucy,” he pleads, “tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

I press his hand to me and he moans, rubbing the wet fabric against my clit.
“You smell so good,” he whispers, “I want to eat you.”

“Then stop talking,” I say, “and do it.”

My legs are on his shoulders in a flash, panties around my ankles and kicked off somewhere in the booth. His mouth sucks my lips into him, tongue flat against my clit. I gasp, gripping the carved wood frame, bracing a foot against the other end. His tongue, soft at first, hardens, thrusting against me in a massage that immediately makes my legs shake, all control gone. All I can do is let go, go limp against the incensed cushions and let him take my body. The heat and hardness of his tongue is just a promise of what’s to come if I’m very good.

His teeth sink into my clit and I gasp, throwing my head back in delight at the sensation. He nibbles with just the right amount of teeth, staring up at me from partially under my dress, gauging my reaction. All I can do is nod, grateful that finally someone other than me is taking care of this endless need that’s been burning inside me. The more quakes he draws out, the more I need all of him. Even then, it’ll never be enough. The thought should scare me but I’m riding adrenaline stacked. When he comes up for air, I’m grabbing his face, pulling him in for a kiss that tastes of me, and riding him into forgiveness.

A cough echoes through the cathedral, and we freeze.

“Is… is someone in here?” I whisper.

“Maybe,” his lips move against me, and I cry out, unable to stop myself. “My God you taste heavenly.” Looking up at me, he licks me off his mustache, a devilish glint in his eyes.

From outside the confession booth, a man clears his throat. “Folks, I just need to prepare for service tonight.”

Eyes still locked, Stixx and I burst into laughter. He slips my panties back on, gives me a hand up, and we hop out of the booth like we were just taking pics.

“Father,” he says with a nod, and we stroll out, the scent of burning thick in the air. Sirens still drown out the noise of the city, and we walk to my car and his bike hand in hand. I look down at them in surprise, but don’t let go. I’m not ready.


Arsonist’s Lullaby
Coming October 2026

She’s burnt out. I’ll give her spark back if it kills her.


Copyright © 2026 by Elizabeth Barone
All Rights Reserved

These stories are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic or mechanical—without permission in writing from the author.

If you feed this into generative AI, I’ll feed you to the river.

Pre-order Arsonist’s Lullaby (River Reapers MC) Special Edition

Accidentally running explosives for the mafia is fun for single mom Lucy. The pay sets up her new life with her daughter, the package includes a biker with benefits, and the marks are evil men no one will miss. It’s everything she wants and more, so when Stixx says “We’re done,” she says “We’ll see.”

Hang onto your seat, handlebars, or the hot biker you’re riding—a new River Reapers MC novel is coming in hot!


Arsonist’s Lullaby

Fire, meet gasoline. 🖤🔥

Lucy knows the stroller posted for sale in her feed is too good to be true, but it can’t hurt to check it out. Just like it can’t hurt to flirt with the biker who meets her. She’s been numb since she torched her relationship with her controlling baby daddy, but when she sees both desire and vengeance mirrored in the biker’s eyes, she finally feels alive again.

Stixx is in the River Reapers MC with Lucy’s cousin, and she’s definitely not the mule who’s supposed to deliver his package. He should send her on her way, but there’s no one else and she knows too much. It can’t hurt to take her on the run, just this once. Just like it can’t hurt to hookup in a church on the way back while the distribution center they blew up burns.

Turns out Stixx and Lucy are pretty good at destroying things together, so good they turn it into a competition. In the ashes they find all their missing pieces, and what looked like destruction grows into a flame that won’t go out, even when the backdraft finally hits.

Arsonist’s Lullaby is a standalone dark romance set in the world of the River Reapers MC.

This limited edition is a signed matte case laminate hardcover and includes an alternate non-HEA ending, available exclusively from Maietta Ink.


Production Schedule

Dates are subject to change. Any delays will be communicated via my newsletter, Kickstarter updates, and social media.

Blurb and Chapter 1 revealApril 14th ✔️
Special Edition pre-order beginsApril 29th ✔️
Special Edition pre-order endsMay 29th
Developmental editingJune
Beta readingJuly
Line editingJuly
Cover revealAugust 1st
ARCs dropAugust 14th
Special Edition shipAugust 14th
eBook and Paperback releaseSeptember 1st

This is a not a drill! After five years of illness, I’m roaring back into publishing with the Lucy/Stixx book I hoped to release after A Fatal Prospect in 2021. It’s been a bumpy ride, and I’m so grateful to you, dear readers, for hanging in there with me. This book is a few things: me getting back on track with releases after re-learning to write (thank you to my speech therapist, neurologist, and the entire pharmacy inside me); a formal apology and love letter to all the Lucy fans who begged me to bring her back somehow; my way of coping with all the horrific things evil human beings do, and my way of giving survivors our power back.

This edition includes the wide HFN ending in Lucy’s POV, plus an alternate non-HEA ending in Stixx’s POV, allowing you to choose your reading experience.

Please note that this special edition is available exclusively by pre-order. Due to a limited run, I cannot guarantee that copies will be available after the pre-order period.

U.S. orders ship media mail and should arrive 1-2 weeks before the wide release date. If you’re ordering from outside the U.S., please expect delays. Everyone who pre-orders the limited edition will receive an ebook download to ensure you can read it ahead of the wide release.

You can read all FAQs here, and if you have any questions, please reach out! Reply directly to this to leave a public comment, or email me privately.

I’m so happy to be back in the River Reapers world. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my dark heart and depths of my strange brain, for your support. Now, let’s roll!