It’s bad luck to fall down a well on your wedding day—even if you are pushed. Such bad luck, that when Orla Fogarty hits the water at the bottom of the well, he is already there, waiting for her. Mallory Devlin keeps a careful count. Twelve days for a black cat crossing your path, a week for putting your shoes on the table, and a whopping year for falling down a well. He’s a Reynard, a trickster from a darkly enchanted realm—and Bad Luck incarnate. Caught in a wager with his awful brother Felix, Mallory has until the month’s end to tally one-hundred unlucky years. He’s certain to fail—until the unluckiest woman he’s ever met tumbles into his lap. The two strike a bargain. Mallory will help Orla discover which high-society member pushed her down the well, and she in turn will accrue as much bad luck as possible to win Mallory his wager. But as they draw closer to her assailant’s identity—and Orla’s new wedding date—one question remains. Would it count as lucky or unlucky to fall in love with Bad Luck himself?