The Court of Minor Miracles

She wanted a nap. She got an apocalypse.

Heidi Vance is a professional sleeper. Or at least, she tries to be. As a devout follower of Hypnos, the God of Naps, her highest ambition is to achieve the perfect eight hours. But in a world where every mundane concept has a deity, even the quiet life isn't safe.

When Heidi accidentally kills the God of Coffee in a freak caffeine accident, she doesn't just inherit his buzz—she inherits his divine mandate. Suddenly, Heidi is the Goddess of the Grind, the Patron Saint of the All-Nighter, and the walking embodiment of the Monday Morning Jitters.

Her new job comes with a corner office in the Undercourt—a chaotic, rusted sewer-kingdom beneath the gleaming city of the High Fae. It also comes with a partner: Valerian, the High Prince of Insomnia.

Valerian is ancient, arrogant, and terrifyingly awake. He hasn't slept in three thousand years, and he needs Heidi's chaotic energy to survive. He sees her as a battery. She sees him as a vampire with a velvet coat.

But when the High King of the Fae decides the Undercourt is an eyesore that needs to be paved over, Heidi and Valerian must forge an alliance that defies the laws of physics.

To save her new home, Heidi will have to do the one thing she hates most: Work.

She must rally an army of pathetic minor gods (including the God of Lost Keys and the Goddess of Itchy Sweaters), restart a planet-sized engine, and punch the Sun in the face.

Can the girl who just wants to go to bed become the Queen of the city that never sleeps?

The Court of Minor Miracles is a dark, witty, and adrenaline-fueled romantasy for anyone who has ever felt over-caffeinated and under-appreciated.