One day I'm rescuing a wounded wolf in the woods. Next, I'm tripping over a naked guy in my kitchen, casually making coffee like we're roommates on a sitcom.
He claims to be the wolf I rescued and somehow... also a fae prince. Excuse me, what?
Oh, and apparently, I once spent a year in Faery, dancing under moonlight like some enchanted puppet. So, yeah. He's totally delusional.
Now I've got an overly protective houseguest who looks at me like I'm dinner but insists he can't touch me. Won't touch me because of a Very Important Vow he made to his sister. Seriously?
And just when things are heating up between us, the leader of the Wild Hunt shows up to drag me back to Faery. Cue the angsty chaos. And me falling for the one boy who would literally bury himself alive for seven nights to save me.
Perfect for readers who like their fantasy romance with:
✨ fated mates
✨ forbidden desire that burns
✨ snarky humor
✨ a growly cinnamon-roll hero who falls first
✨ ghosts who won't mind their own business
✨ pining, spice, and second chances
Spicy scenes, strong language, banter, tragic pasts, and rippling abs included.