Elle Wonders

Do you?



Tethered by Gravity

Excerpt from my novel, “Little Hollows Beckon”:

“When he opened his eyes, there were tears. He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in close, coaxing my thigh around his hip. Together we wept for the trials we had faced, and the gratitude we both felt for not being alone in it. We wept for the feelings of hope we had secretly harbored, and the possibility that happiness was something we could both have — something we could give each other. With lips nearly touching, we whispered the things that had gone unsaid, tethered only by the gravity of having found something so impossibly grand.”


Cover Design Mockup for Novel


Hollow Tree at Lanhydrock

Photo by Peter Levers

When I think of little hollows, I think of a hollow in a tree, or in a thicket of brush. I think of the slight concave area just above a hip, or collar bone. The dip at the top of a man’s shoulder, or the soft depression at the top of a woman’s inner thigh. But I also think of the hollow places we all have inside us, that most will never see. Those small voids that become full when we experience extraordinary love, and intense connection. These are the hollows that draw us in, and make us seek ways to fit together.

This stunning photo is by photographer Peter Levers. It is very similar to the image I have in my mind when writing Little Hollows Beckon, and it captures the mood of my story incredibly well.

Where Echoes Lie

Artwork by E. Andreas

Excerpt from Little Hollows Beckon:

I stopped when I heard the echo. I held my breath and listened to what sounded like my own weeping. Confused, I opened my eyes and looked around. The raven was perched behind me on the piano, imitating my cries.

Once he had my attention, the pattern of the vocalizations changed, and the tone became deeper and more resonant. It sounded raw and aching. I shivered when I recognized the raven’s new mimicry. It was the same sound I was making last night.

“Jamieson,” I whispered. It wasn’t a question. I was telling him I knew.

Little Hollows Beckon




After years spent rebuilding her life, Willa Hawthorne feels like things are finally moving forward again. With a successful gallery exhibit behind her and a second collection underway, she’s making a name for herself in the art world. But shortly after becoming engaged to Evan Mercer, the handsome attorney who’s everything Willa could want in a man, she realizes she hasn’t truly gotten over her old boyfriend, Jamieson Corbin. With an uncanny sense of timing, Jamieson returns and pushes his way back into Willa’s life. Her lover’s reappearance not only threatens her relationship with Evan, but the sheer madness of it challenges Willa’s sanity, because there’s an impossible catch: Jamieson has been dead for three years.

From a small idyllic town in Upstate New York to a remote hamlet in the Highlands of Scotland, Willa embarks on a provocative journey of love and betrayal with an unforeseen ally. When the two of them discover long hidden secrets of Corbin Family folklore, they are beckoned to a place where light and darkness intersect, and spiritual boundaries are redrawn. After unearthing painful truths from the past, Willa must reexamine everything she believes about life and death and find a passage that connects the two worlds.

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