Move over, Charlotte Brontë. The authors of the New York Times bestselling My Lady Jane put an irreverent spin on Jane Eyre--a fantastical tale of mischief, romance, and supernatural mayhem perfect for fans of The Princess Bride or A Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue.

You may think you know the story. Penniless orphan Jane Eyre begins a new life as a governess at Thornfield Hall, where she meets one dark, brooding Mr. Rochester--and, Reader, she marries him. Or does she?

Prepare for an adventure of Gothic proportions, in which all is not as it seems, a certain gentleman is hiding more than skeletons in his closets, and one orphan Jane Eyre, aspiring author Charlotte Brontë, and supernatural investigator Alexander Blackwood are about to be drawn together on the most epic ghost hunt this side of Wuthering Heights.

A fantastic, romantic, comedic, entirely faithful retelling of JANE EYRE

You may think you know the story. After a miserable childhood, penniless orphan Jane Eyre becomes a governess at Thornfield Hall. There, she meets one dark, brooding Mr. Rochester. Despite their significant age gap and his uneven temper, they fall in love--and, Reader, she marries him.

We have a different story to tell.

JANE best friends with a ghost
has endured years of hardship and misery, and is ready to embark on a new life as a governess at Thornfield Hall. She's rather poor. She's rather plain. Also, she has terrible taste in men.

CHARLOTTE just try to tell her no
is an aspiring novelist. (Yes, she's that Charlotte.) And she's determined to capture her friend Jane's story even if it means worming her way into the most epic ghost hunt this side of Wuthering Heights.

ALEXANDER ghost hunter extraordinaire
is an agent of the Society for the Relocation of Wayward Spirits. He's about to discover something very disturbing going on at a little place called Thornfield . . .

READER, there will be murder. Mayhem. Conspiracy. And, of course, romance. Prepare for an adventure of Gothic proportions, in which all is not as it seems, and a certain gentleman, Mr. Rochester, is hiding more than skeletons in his closets.