In New York’s capital city, power comes in many forms—political, corporate, electric. Anne Neuman knows how to navigate all of them. What she doesn’t expect is what happens when one kind of power begins to erode another.

She’s built her life on quiet precision. As the domestic marketing lead at Hudson Gateway Energy Solutions, she’s measured, strategic, and unafraid to speak up when it matters. She understands power—how to move through that current without getting shocked.

Until Damien Wilson makes it impossible to stay grounded.

Damien believes in control. He sees the world through systems—streamlined, optimized, unfeeling by design. But Anne disrupts that. Without drama. Without intention. She challenges him not with volatility, but by being steady in ways he can’t be—by making him re-evaluate not just his corporate legacy, but his life.. And slowly, a connection forms—quiet at first, but deeply destabilizing.

It begins with shared silences. Subtle shifts. A glance that holds a second too long. What unfolds between them is not a romance in the traditional sense, but something far more difficult to categorize: a negotiation of emotional territory, power, and the fear of being truly seen.

And while Anne and Damien edge toward intimacy under corporate lighting, another presence waits just offstage.

Erik Wilson—Damien’s fraternal twin, a musician with a messy kind of charisma and a deeply entangled history—isn’t much a part of this story. Not yet. But he casts a long shadow, and his arrival will change everything the moment it begins.

Wilsonder is a contemporary literary novel about intimacy, identity, restraint, the complexities of life, and the quiet unravelings of it we spend our lives resisting.

It begins with Anne and Damien.

And connection, once ignited, refuses to stay in its assigned place.

At its core, it's about sonder—the quiet realization that every person carries a story as vivid and intricate as your own.

Content Warning

Heyyyy. Erik (Damien’s brother) here. So, before you dive in:

Wilsonder isn’t a light read. It’s layered, complicated, kinda messy, very hot in places, and occasionally tender enough to make you stare into the void for a bit.

This story contains:

  • Explicit sex (the kind where people feel things—emotionally and physically. Sorry. Or... you’re welcome?)

  • Swearing (a lot.)

  • Substance use (weed, booze, bad decisions)

  • Power dynamics (some romantic, some corporate, some awkwardly both)

  • Family tension (because of course)

  • Mental health themes (hi, it’s me, hi)

  • Heavy emotional stuff like grief, trauma, ambition, shame, and the desperate need to be seen

  • Class divides and wealth (don’t worry, we make fun of the rich... except when we are the rich. Damien, you ass.)

  • One emotionally constipated CEO and the woman who sees through all his bullshit (and for that reason, I like her)

Also, I should probably mention:

  • If you're weird about reading anything sexy written by someone you know?
    Maybe don’t tell Isobel you read it. Or at least lie to her and say you skipped those parts. She’ll nod like she believes you.

Read with care, or with a drink in your hand. Either way, you’ve been warned. 😘

  • - Signed, Erik, since I’ve been NEGLECTED