Shop Britt Wolfe

Welcome to my little digital bookshop, where the feelings are big, the endings are sometimes emotionally devastating, and the main characters almost always have something unhealed tucked under their ribcage. Everything here was written by me (Britt Wolfe: one woman, one coffee addiction, one overly romantic view of grief), and while I can’t guarantee literary greatness, I can promise at least one moment where you’ll go, “Oof. Too real.”

Every book you see here was written, formatted, and emotionally overthought by me—usually in an oversized hoodie, running on too much coffee and too little sleep. When you buy one, you’re not just supporting an independent writer—you’re fuelling the production of more quietly devastating love stories, more emotionally unstable characters with questionable coping mechanisms, and yes, maybe a few slightly more affordable therapy sessions (for them and me).

Introducing The Heat Index:

(or, "Help Me Afford Snacks and Sad Girl Fonts")

Brace yourself: not every tale in these pages is a slow‐burn romance drenched in smouldering glances and strategically rumpled shirts. Some stories are all about shattered hearts and existential crises—think less “flaming desire,” more “comfort reads with extra tissues.” But then there are those that turn up the thermostat until your e‐reader practically steams. Enter The Heat Index: a daringly imprecise, popsicle‐powered scale to gauge exactly how much spice you’re signing up for before you read the first page.

If there’s no popsicle, there’s no heat—just wistful sighs, moody narrators staring into the rain, and possibly your nosy book club demanding explanations. But as soon as that little pink pop starts to drip, you’ll know things are warming up. By the time you’re staring at nothing but a stick in a pink puddle, grab a fire extinguisher (or a very chilled drink), because you’re officially in Red-Hot Ruin territory—and you won’t walk away unscathed.

Please use this scale responsibly. Side effects may include flushed cheeks, emotional whiplash, and the sudden urge to text someone you shouldn’t.

Welcome to the World of the Norland Novels

Romance that lingers. Grief that echoes. Love stories worth waiting for.

The Norland Novels are sweeping, soul-stirring stories about what happens after the unthinkable—after heartbreak, after loss, after the life you thought you'd live slips through your fingers. Set in the fictional country of Norland, this emotionally rich series explores the quiet strength it takes to keep going… and the unexpected love that shows up when you do.

These are slow-burn romances with lyrical prose, unforgettable characters, and the kind of emotional depth that stays with you long after the final page. For anyone who's ever started over, found themselves in the wreckage, or wondered if it’s too late to fall in love again—this series is for you.

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Songs To Stories

Songs To Stories is my emotionally reckless little series where I take Taylor Swift songs far too personally and turn them into novellas no one asked for—but here we are. Each one is inspired by a specific track and then completely spirals into its own fictional universe, usually involving heartbreak, questionable life choices, and at least one character who really needs therapy but settles for a dramatic monologue instead. Think of it as fanfic’s overachieving cousin with a publishing platform and unresolved issues.

Click below to grab a copy—because emotional damage is more fun when it's fiction.

The Hollow Hours

The Hollow Hours is a creepy little series for anyone who enjoys emotional instability with a side of supernatural dread. Set in the deeply unsettling town of Ashridge Hollow (population: unknown, vibes: bad), each story explores the kind of horror that doesn't just go bump in the night—it lingers, unpacks, and makes itself at home. These aren’t your average jump-scare tales. They’re slow burns, psychological spirals, and quiet hauntings that make you question whether the real monster is the ghost... or your unresolved trauma.

Think The Haunting of Hill House meets therapy is too expensive, with just enough eerie atmosphere to make you sleep with one eye open. If you’ve ever thought, “I’d like to feel deeply unnerved and emotionally gutted in under an hour,” this one’s for you.

Click below to grab a copy—because ghosts may not be real, but your baggage definitely is.

Poetry And Prose

Poetry and Prose is my ongoing series of soft punches to the heart—bite-sized, emotionally unstable explorations of the things we survive, the things we carry, and the things we scream into the void at 3AM (but with line breaks). Each collection focuses on a different theme—feminist rage, complicated fathers, the late 1900s (aka, the 90s), grief and wolves and girlhood and everything in between. It’s poetry for people who don’t really like poetry but suddenly find themselves crying over a sentence and wondering what just happened.

These are not polite, well-behaved little poems. They are messy, unfiltered, occasionally feral, and deeply allergic to subtlety. If you’ve ever felt too much and tried to pretend you weren’t, Poetry and Prose is here to ruin your day in the most cathartic way possible.

Click below to grab a copy—because sometimes healing looks like crying in your car over a poem that wasn’t even about you (except it kind of was).