Summer's Fae

One day I’m rescuing a wounded wolf in the woods. Next, I’m tripping over a naked guy with rippling abs, making himself at home in my kitchen at Gravenshade Hall.

He says his name is Wynter. That he’s fae. That I once spent a year in Faery, dancing under the moonlight like some enchanted puppet. Thankfully, I don’t remember a second of it. 

I’m twenty-five, short on memories, haunted by ghosts, and the prime suspect in my parents’ unsolved double murder. 

Now I’ve got a broody houseguest who thinks he’s a wolf, watches me like he’s starving, and insists he can’t touch me, won’t touch me, because of a Very Important Vow  he made to his... errr... sister. 

Then the Wild Hunt shows up to claim me. 

Again. 

I’m thrown into a world I don’t understand and protected by the one boy who would bury himself beneath the earth for seven nights to keep me safe. 

Which is… inconvenient. 

Because I want him to stay above ground. With me. And preferably with his lips on mine. 

A steamy fae fantasy romance with forbidden love, pining, dark humor, anxiety rep, a growly, cinnamon roll hero, an FMC who sees ghosts, and a very inconvenient prophecy.

For fans of hurt/comfort, fated mates tropes, and darkly funny, gothic-tinged magical romps.

Contains: spicy scenes, a naked shifter making coffee in a kitchen (yes, please), past trauma, strong language, and violence.