In Arcadia, winter has no heart. I make magic dresses for a living. I’m not rich or pretty enough to wear them, but I love what I do, working out of my family’s shop on Carnaby Street in London—until the fae show up. It’s a straight-up kidnapping, and before I know it, I’m brought to this wintry place of cold hearts and beautiful nightmares, but that’s not the worst part. The worst part is, they think I’m fae, and I’m supposed to participate in some competition against a host of other women who have been training their whole lives for this. The prize? The winner is to marry the Prince. On the surface that sounds almost like a fairytale, only this competition is brutal and bloody, and the Prince is the jerk that kidnapped me. I can’t get too close to him or he’ll know I’m not fae, and then I’m dead. But I want to get close to him. His body burns with the fire of a cold star, and I’m drawn to him. I need to fight the pull and survive long enough to find a way out of here, but these winter fae won’t make that easy.

Sometimes heat can find you even in the depths of winter. A couple of weeks ago, I was stolen from my home and forced to take part in an ancient fae ceremony; only someone made a mistake because I'm not fae, and if Winter's Prince finds out, I'm dead. When an unexpected twist suddenly narrows the Royal Selection to a razor's edge, the best that I can do is put my head down and try to survive, but the Prince has other plans. Part of me screams for me to keep him at arm's length, but the other part draws me closer to the brutally gorgeous fae, and it's going to get me killed. He thinks I'm his soulmate, but that's impossible because I'm not even supposed to be here. So, why am I infuriatingly attracted to him? I need answers, only to get them, I'll have to play with fire and hope it doesn't burn us both alive.

In the frigid woods at the edge of a storm, I’m going to find myself or die trying. I’m a fugitive of the fae city of Windhelm, framed for a murder I didn’t commit. I only made it out of their dungeons by luck, and now I’m on the run—but so is the Prince. Nobody knows where he is, but my instincts pull me toward the Veridian; a roaring tempest of dark magic that roams the land of the winter fae. Our trip through the forest is cut short, though, by a group of fae that seize our carriage and bring us to their village as their prisoners. The mark on my hand, the mark of the white wolf, is the only thing that keeps them from killing us outright, but if I can’t prove my mark is real, I’m only prolonging the inevitable. I don’t have time for these people. I need to find Cillian before he does something stupid, but I don’t have a lot of options.

To save Arcadia, I must fly into the heart of the storm There's a prophecy that the white wolf will save Arcadia from the clutches of a terrible storm. I am the white wolf, but even I'm having trouble believing the prophecy. The former Prince Radulf is meant to be dead, but he's not. His spirit has taken possession of Prince Cillian's body, and if that wasn't bad enough, whatever soul bond the Prince and I had is gone. The only way to re-forge my bond with the Prince is to win the Royal Selection, but the city of Windhelm thinks I'm a murderer, and may outright kill me as soon as I walk through their gates. It's a chance I'm going to have to take, because if I fail, then it won't just be Arcadia that falls, but so will Earth once the armies of winter come crashing through portals like avalanches.

In Arcadia, they say, no one can escape the hand of Fate. In the frozen city of Windhelm, the crown of Arcadia’s Winter Kingdom, the Royal Selection reigns supreme. This competition pits the best of Winter’s young Fae against each other, forcing them to take part in a series of trials, each deadlier than the one that came before it. The prize? A soul-bond with the heir to Winter’s throne, and the right to marry them. It sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Each of the Selection’s competitors has spent years training, honing their abilities to become the best that Winter has to offer. Whoever wins would be the perfect match for any Royal. Only I’m Windhelm’s Princess, heir to the throne, and I'm not marrying anyone just because they tell me to. The Daughter of Ice and Moonlight is a thrilling spin-off to Katerina's hit fantasy romance series, The Coldest Fae! If you loved those books, then you're going to love these even more, as we go back to Arcadia and turn another page in the story of the Winter Kingdom!