I’ve been a bad, bad, Fae... Being a hero isn’t in my job description. All that fighting for the greater good is just exhausting. Morals and ethics and blah, blah, blah. It isn’t a life I, Kelsie, want. Except I had to go and screw all that up by killing a Fae King, who had it coming, and inheriting his magic and the responsibility of thousands. It doesn’t matter he also happened to be my father. No thanks, just hand me a glass of wine and snacks and I’ll be good to go. What’s a girl to do when the powers that be won’t allow that to happen? Relocate and build herself a better life. So I ran, escaping my fate and the thousands that depend on me. Only one problem, the Sidhe Elder who bound my magic, shadowing my every move. A pacifist with a sword and an ego. He says it’s to keep me safe from myself. After all, I’m a ticking bomb with an expiration date and a fatal secret. Not to mention the darkness that watches my every move from the shadows.

My magic is having a really crappy day. My name is Kelsie, Fae Queen of the high court. Only one step above human with temperamental magic that lashes out with a sneeze. Which means keeping myself alive has become a full-time job. Stuck in the darkest recesses of my mind, my magic sits in a prison of my own making—and it wants out. Except if that happens, then I die, leaving thousands of fae without a queen. Things went from bad to worse when my knight betrayed me, choosing torture over safety. He took off with the demon hunting me, Dub, who will do anything to drag me back to his mother. Chasing me from coast to coast all while I struggle to learn the powers that swell with in me. Aeden keeps me on the run and I can’t catch my breath. Not when shadows hunt me and the men sworn to protect me in my life awaken my ice-cold heart, melting me into a puddle of Kelsie goo. Too many emotions rise within me, threatening to unravel what little control I’ve gained. Until secrets spill and it’s no longer just my life on the line, but all Fae kind