Hello, Romantics. I’m Avery Solenne.

I have a weakness for intelligent women, complicated men, inconvenient attraction, and the moment two people realize the person standing across from them may be considerably more dangerous to their carefully arranged life than they expected.

So, naturally, I started writing romance novels.

I’m Avery Solenne, and I write emotionally intelligent contemporary romance about grown adults who already have careers, histories, responsibilities, scars, opinions, and very good reasons not to rearrange their lives for another person.

Then love arrives and makes an argument.

My new series, The Twelvefold Heart, grew out of a question I couldn’t quite leave alone:

What happens when we take all twelve women of the zodiac and pair each of them with all twelve men?

Not as stereotypes. Not as “she’s a Taurus, therefore she likes expensive sheets” shorthand. And certainly not as a promise that the stars have already decided the ending.

I wanted something more interesting than that.

144 women. 144 men. 144 completely different love stories.

Every heroine gets one story. Every hero gets one story. Every pairing gets its own setting, profession, conflict, chemistry, emotional problem, and reason these particular two people might either change each other’s lives or make an absolute mess of them first.

Astrology gives me the lens.

Character decides what happens next.

The first novel is The Things We Keep, a Taurus Woman × Scorpio Man romance set in Newport, Rhode Island.

Margot Whitcomb is thirty-five, disciplined, capable, and trying to protect the estate-jewelry auction house her family left in her hands.

Adrian Keane is thirty-eight, meticulous, maddeningly perceptive, and professionally obligated to ask questions Margot would very much prefer had stayed buried.

Unfortunately for both of them, competence can be extremely attractive.

And some history refuses to remain history.

The Things We Keep is a slow-burn, closed-door contemporary romance with family secrets, professional tension, mutual restraint, two people well past the age of mistaking attraction for compatibility, and one very inconvenient question:

What do we owe the truth when telling it may cost us something we love?

That question matters to me almost as much as the romance does.

I don’t want my characters falling in love because the plot tells them to. I want attraction to earn attention, character to earn desire, trust to earn intimacy, and choices to earn love.

I want women who remain intelligent after they meet the hero.

I want men who are desirable because of more than cheekbones and a conveniently unbuttoned shirt.

Although, for the record, I am not philosophically opposed to either.

And I want the ending to feel romantic because the characters have become capable of choosing each other, not because the universe removed every obstacle on their behalf.

If that sounds like your kind of romance, I suspect we’re going to get along beautifully.

I’m especially excited to meet ARC readers because you are often the first people to tell an author whether what existed privately in her head actually survived contact with another human being.

Tell me what made you smile.

Tell me what made you ache.

Tell me when you wanted to shake one of them.

And absolutely tell me which zodiac pairing you want me to get to next.

There are only 143 left.

No pressure.

**Until the next heart, Avery Solenne ❤️