Open any of a hundred novels and you're the lead — your name in the prose, your eyes, the person you'd fall for cast beside you. Not a name swapped into a blank. The sentences bend to fit, instantly, on your own phone or tablet. Written with AI, edited by hand.
One email when it ships — that's the whole mailing list. Or write to bookplate@fiskllc.com.
The whole library ships inside the app. There is no account, no server, and no analytics that runs without your say-so — so the name you type and the person you imagine simply have nowhere to go.
The one optional exception is spelled out plainly: you can opt in to send anonymous, aggregate notes about which kinds of story get finished — never who you are, never what you cast, never what you read. Off unless you choose it.
| 100 × | Full-length novels across 17 genres — romance, romantic fantasy, thrillers, mystery, horror, sci-fi and more — each professionally reviewed before it ships |
| 1 × | Casting screen where you set your name, nickname, eyes, hair, build and skin tone — the prose adapts around you, and reads exactly as the author wrote it if you'd rather |
| 2 × | Leads you can cast in many books — write yourself and someone you love into the same story |
| 2 × | New novels most weeks for subscribers, delivered quietly to the app — no re-download, no fuss |
| ∞ × | Re-reads. Recast the same book with a different name and it's a different book |
| 0 × | Accounts, ads, coins, chapters to buy, or bytes sent to a server without your consent |
Type your name and the whole novel re-sets around it — dialogue, description, the small private moments. Choose your eyes and hair and the mirror scenes follow. It's not a template with a blank; it's a book that knows who it's for.
The rain had followed Alex all the way from the station, and by the time the cab turned onto the harbour road it had made up its mind to stay.
"You came," he said, and something in his grey eyes went soft at the edges. "I wasn't sure you would."
Alex pushed the wet auburn hair off her face and decided, right there on the step, to be brave about exactly one thing tonight.
Many books take a second lead. Put your own name in one heart and theirs in the other, and the love story becomes, quietly, yours — a gift that reads like it was written for the two of you, because now it was.
Sam found Rowan on the terrace where the light gave out, two glasses already poured, the second one waiting.
"I kept it for you," Rowan said. "I keep a lot of things for you. I'm starting to think that's the whole story."
A hundred novels, organised the way a good bookshop would — the biggest genres first, series kept in reading order. Every cover drawn to match its shelf. It all lives on the device, so it opens the same on a plane as at home.
Three complete novels are free — the whole experience, nothing to enter, no trial clock. After that, buy the library, subscribe to what’s next, or both.
Two shelves, priced separately, because they’re different things. The library is a hundred novels that already exist — buy it once and it’s yours. New releases is the ones still being written. Everything, first year: $59.98. After that, $19.99 a year — and you keep the 97 whatever you decide.
No small print, no discovering it in a forum later. Here is exactly what Bookplate is and isn't.
| A person | had the idea. Every novel starts as a premise, a cast, a setting and a chapter-by-chapter outline — decided by hand, one book at a time, before a word of prose exists. |
| AI | wrote the prose, working from those outlines. All hundred novels were drafted with a large language model. |
| The same person | edited every one. Read end to end, cut, fixed for continuity, checked against a content standard, and hand-marked for the personalization the engine needs. Months of work, one book at a time. |
| The engine | is ordinary software, not AI. It fills in what you typed, instantly, on your device. No model runs while you read; nothing is generated on the fly; the book is the same book every time you open it. |
| Nobody | is being passed off as the author. There is no pen name here and no pretence of a novelist behind the covers. |
If AI-written fiction isn't something you want to read, that's a completely fair position, and this app isn't for you. We'd rather tell you here than sell you something under a wrong impression.
I wanted a love story that felt like mine — where I was the one across the table when it mattered, not watching a stranger fall for someone. Not a name-swap gimmick: a real novel that knew who was reading it, and kept that to itself.
So I built the engine that does it. That's the actual invention here: a book that re-writes itself around whoever opens it — your name in the prose, your eyes, the person you'd fall for as the second lead — instantly, on your own phone, with the author's original always one tap away.
Every book started with me — the premise, the cast, the outline — and the prose was then written with AI and edited by me, by hand, one at a time. I'm not a novelist and I'm not going to pretend to be one. What I am is the person who read all hundred of them end to end, cut what didn't work, fixed the continuity, checked every book against a content standard, and marked up the thousands of places where the text has to bend so it still reads properly when it's about you. That part took months and it's the reason these are worth reading rather than just generated.
I'd rather say that plainly on the front page than have you find out later. If a book written that way isn't for you, I understand completely, and I'd rather you know now than spend $39.99 to be disappointed. If what you want is the experience of opening a novel and finding yourself inside it, that's the thing I made, and I think it's genuinely worth your evening.
— the founder, Fisk LLC
