Tideborne Series by Betty Biggs-Qaaqer

A holy tiefling woman. A pirate queen. A tide that won’t stay buried. In a drowned world ruled by sacred law and saltwater power, Liora Kynthos was trained to sing the songs that keep monsters sleeping and cities afloat. But when her voice unleashes something far older—and far more dangerous—she finds herself cast out by the very temple that raised her... moreA holy tiefling woman. A pirate queen. A tide that won’t stay buried. In a drowned world ruled by sacred law and saltwater power, Liora Kynthos was trained to sing the songs that keep monsters sleeping and cities afloat. But when her voice unleashes something far older—and far more dangerous—she finds herself cast out by the very temple that raised her. Rescued by a ship that shouldn’t exist, and a captain who sees past her shame to the weapon she might become, Liora is thrust into a sea of gods, traitors, and whispered prophecies. To survive, she must navigate forbidden magic, rising passions, and the seductive pull of the deep. An Altar for the Drowned is a lush, sapphic romantasy filled with:slow-burn heat that turns scorchingritual and rebelliondivine monsters and salt-kissed vowspirate crews, deep-sea miracles, and one very dangerous hymn. For readers who crave sensual, emotionally driven fantasy with queer longing, mythic stakes, and heroines who set their own sacred terms. less

A fire-marked saint. A pirate bound by blood. A miracle they made with their bodies. The sea doesn’t forget its chosen. And neither do the gods. Liora Kynthos was never meant to be worshipped. Branded a heretic for saving the wrong lives, she sings not for temples—but for rebels, runaways, and the storm-scarred crew who call her captain now. Her power burns hotter with each vow, each battle, each touch. Especially the ones she doesn’t dare speak of... moreA fire-marked saint. A pirate bound by blood. A miracle they made with their bodies. The sea doesn’t forget its chosen. And neither do the gods. Liora Kynthos was never meant to be worshipped. Branded a heretic for saving the wrong lives, she sings not for temples—but for rebels, runaways, and the storm-scarred crew who call her captain now. Her power burns hotter with each vow, each battle, each touch. Especially the ones she doesn’t dare speak of. But as miracles multiply and enemies close in, Liora must decide: will she become the icon they crave—or the god she’s terrified to be? And when devotion and desire blur, who gets to name what is holy? The Idol We Made Together is a fiercely sensual romantasy sequel filled with:vow-intimacy and sacred scarspirate warfare and ruined faithsea-bound rebels who choose each otherqueer holiness that doesn't ask permissionone feral hymn that refuses to die. For readers who crave myth-thick romance, holy heat, and heroines who make their own damn covenant. less

A saint on the run. A captain unraveling. A tide that remembers everything—except who it used to be. Liora Kynthos once gave herself to the sea and the gods who fed on her voice. Now, she sails free—but freedom comes with a cost. Chased by inquisitors, haunted by half-remembered miracles, and tangled in a love that burns brighter than any altar, Liora leads her crew into waters even monsters fear. The Mirror-Sky has cracked. The Flarewind sails a world unmoored... moreA saint on the run. A captain unraveling. A tide that remembers everything—except who it used to be. Liora Kynthos once gave herself to the sea and the gods who fed on her voice. Now, she sails free—but freedom comes with a cost. Chased by inquisitors, haunted by half-remembered miracles, and tangled in a love that burns brighter than any altar, Liora leads her crew into waters even monsters fear. The Mirror-Sky has cracked. The Flarewind sails a world unmoored. And at the heart of it all stands a woman remade by salt, blood, and vow—forged into something new by the one soul who’s never let her drown. But as old saints fall and new myths rise, Liora must ask: what happens when the god you need. .. is the one you’re becoming? When the Tide Forgot Her Name is a tempestuous sapphic romantasy packed with:mirror-sky miracles and half-gravity kissesdivine ropework and ship-slick skingrief-born vows and saltwater careferal devotion and pirates who'd burn heaven for each otherone saint who was never theirs to name. For readers who crave sacred sensuality, shipbound desire, and queer myth rewritten by those it tried to drown. less

A storm-branded heretic. A captain bound by vow. A miracle stitched from fire and flesh. Liora Kynthos has survived gods, ledgers, and the deep—but survival is not salvation. Not when her brand still burns. Not when the chorus inside her sings of pyres and promises. Not when the only hand steady enough to hold her is the one scarred by the same flame. Maura Skerrett was never meant to love a saint... moreA storm-branded heretic. A captain bound by vow. A miracle stitched from fire and flesh. Liora Kynthos has survived gods, ledgers, and the deep—but survival is not salvation. Not when her brand still burns. Not when the chorus inside her sings of pyres and promises. Not when the only hand steady enough to hold her is the one scarred by the same flame. Maura Skerrett was never meant to love a saint. And yet, together, they’ve rewritten hymns, razed prisons, and buried gods in the ash of their defiance. But when the Flarewind sails into the final caldera, nothing remains untouched—not even the love they bled to keep alive. The sky is breaking. The Basilica has bared its teeth. And the story they’ve sung across a sea of wounds may demand one final verse—lit by wildfire, sealed in kiss, and chosen freely. To Burn and Still Be Held is a searingly intimate sapphic romantasy filled with:. • volcano vows and pyrrhic miracles. • canon-divergent saints and ink-bound captains. • tether scars, sex rites, and divine care. • sacrificial love that refuses martyrdom. • one covenant that rewrites its own flame. For readers who crave sacred smut, holy war, and heroines who'd rather burn than bow. less

A saint who won’t be sacrificed. A love that refuses to stay a postscript. A city learning to sing without gods. The war that shattered the bone-ships is over. War-crucifixes smolder on the horizon, the Basilica’s ledgers lie cracked and contested, and Liora Kynthos has carved a promise into her own being: no body is acceptable wreckage... moreA saint who won’t be sacrificed. A love that refuses to stay a postscript. A city learning to sing without gods. The war that shattered the bone-ships is over. War-crucifixes smolder on the horizon, the Basilica’s ledgers lie cracked and contested, and Liora Kynthos has carved a promise into her own being: no body is acceptable wreckage. Now her days are less about storm-miracles and more about ration charts, jelly-feeding rotas, and arguing that no one gets extra breakfast just because they bled more yesterday. But endings are never as tidy as stories make them. Chorus Haven is a fragile place lashed together from wrecked hulls and haunted histories, full of inhabitants who’ve heard too many tales about noble deaths and captains who still flinch when the wind turns. Old powers are not done with them: ghost-ridden seas, dangerous relics that eat what you’d rather forget, and strange auditors who insist that even miracles must be accounted for. If this new city is going to survive the Last Wind, and its own hunger for fresh myths, Liora and the woman she can’t stop loving will have to unlearn everything they were taught about sacrifice, survival, and who a song is allowed to belong to. A Song Belongs to No One is a tender, storm-scarred romantasy finale filled with:. • post-war haven-building and “holy” bureaucracy. • ghost-ship rumors and perilous sea-magic. • vows carved into skin and law. • soft, trauma-aware intimacy. • one stubborn chorus proving no god, ledger, or lover can own their experiences. For readers who crave sapphic romance that survives the apocalypse, found-family city-building, and finales where the hardest miracle is learning to live, messily, joyfully, and on your own terms. less