Mondays usually suck, but this one really took the biscuit.
A hot dream about an even hotter fae left me with a strange mark. No, it wasn’t an STD. Instead, it might as well have been a death sentence.
I’d never been picked for so much as a raffle prize in my life, but somehow, I’d been Selected.
Nobody knew why the fae picked certain humans, or what happened to those they took, but the government had signed away our right to complain in exchange for peace. We knew two things—nobody escaped and nobody returned.
So, what’s a girl to do when she’s picked for a magical kidnapping? Get comfy with denial, of course. Then get kidnapped. Because you can’t outrun the fae hunters. Trust me, I tried.
All this hoo-ha lands me in Faerie, running for my life in a mysterious Hunt.
In a see-through dress.
Now, monsters are chasing me through an enchanted forest, and I’m not sure I want to know what happens if I’m caught. That is, until a delightfully terrifying pack of fae wolf shifters corners me like prey.
They look fiercely hungry.
But not for food.
