The whole world watched her. Only one woman ever saw her.
Josie Maxwell's photography career never launched. What she gets instead is the only job on offer: personal assistant to Viyana Rey—the most guarded star in the music industry, and the last woman alive who wants to be looked at closely.
The hours are brutal. The distance is deliberate. But Josie pays attention; it's what makes her a photographer. And attention is the one thing Viyana has spent a lifetime defending against.
As the farewell tour moves toward its final show, Josie starts looking for the things Viyana would never ask anyone to find: a song Viyana recorded and buried at the end of a record, past sixty seconds of silence. A private pressing her father made for her years ago—a hundred copies, no label, somewhere in Europe. Josie has no business chasing either one, and she chases them anyway. The woman her fans adore is nothing like the one who remains when the lights go down—and that woman, for the first time in her life, is starting to want to be seen.
Our Diminuendo is a slow-burn sapphic romance about the most frightening thing two careful women can risk: being known.
What to expect: a long book—about 149,000 words—written for readers who want to live inside a slow burn rather than rush through one. Told entirely in Josie’s voice. One open-door love scene, sensual rather than explicit. A hard-won happy ending.
