The age-old tale of how the Fey watch the human race with unseen eyes and there all along, among the humans, is one of their own. Romance and intrigue can be found in all worlds.
When the broad shoulders and massive body of Kin emerged from the trees, my heart sped up. Not because he was gorgeous, he was, but because I didn’t decide till right then that maybe I’d chosen wrong. Just maybe he was the darkest villain in this pact and I was inviting danger to stay in my back pocket and live there too much. He used his looks, his strength, his charm, his status in every way possible to get what he wanted. And at the moment it wasn’t hard to see what or who his current target was.
“Grace!” he said slowly and as smooth as the wicked, jaded devil blue silk shirt he wore like the Kin of the past at prom and every dance held where I always refused him. My body jumped at hearing the sound of his voice pulling me from my panic of hysteria. Submitting to the present evil was warm and welcoming when I considered the greater evil who lurked back at the winter court.
“Kin.” My guard was up and at the ready like someone poked a needle in my back.
“Grace,” he repeated.
Do the Fey exist? In Grace’s world they do, but she doesn’t know it yet. Her life long friend, Ian, may want more than…just friends. Follow Grace and Ian into the world of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts where she finds that prophecies may choose your destiny but that was before a half human girl come to the throne. Interpretation is half the battle.
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He’s my breath of fresh air and I am his oxygen. It’s like when you finally kiss a man you can’t live without the taste of, you find out that oxygen is just a tool you use to take breaks between living around and without each other throughout the parts of the day. I can’t live without him.