Wilde Women

Foxglove belongs to the women who inhabit it.

Likewise, they belong to it.

For centuries the Wilde women have lived at Foxglove-a cabin hidden deep in the woods, promising to shield them from the horrors and expectations of the outside world.

But in every generation, danger lurks.

For every Wilde woman who chooses to call Foxglove home, they do so with a warning passed from mother to daughter like a sacred heirloom: Foxglove’s secrets must never be spoken about, especially to men.

Still reeling from a bitter divorce, Corinne Wilde returns to Foxglove with her teenage daughter in search of refuge. She hopes to find comfort in the heartbeat of the old place, the meadow where she played as a child, the orchard where she climbed to the tops of trees, and the shadowy forest where she danced with imaginary friends.

Upon her arrival, there’s an odd energy, like a whisper of warning she can’t quite make out, and Corinne knows something isn’t right.

Someone has been inside the old home.

Someone wants them to leave.

Far away from her best friend, with zero answers from her estranged mother, and surprised by her ex-husband’s unexpected arrival with unknown intentions, Corinne is more alone than ever. If her family is to remain safe within Foxglove’s walls, she must unearth the secrets buried beneath generations of silence and fear.

If she doesn’t heed the warnings of the past, Foxglove’s roots might just pull her under, too.

Told through the interwoven lives of the Wildes-mothers, daughters, healers, outcasts-Wilde Women is a spellbinding literary thriller that pulses with ancestral power, fierce love, and the whispered truths of sisterhood throughout the generations. To what degree are we shaped by the ones who came before us? How much can our lives be changed by someone we will never know? And can our loved ones ever truly be lost if we carry their stories with us?

Kiersten Modglin’s most atmospheric and heartbreakingly beautiful novel yet invites you into a world where the past lingers like fog, secrets sparkle like fireflies, and the land refuses to forget.