Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night.
Strange bedfellows rock worlds.
My days as Faery's reluctant regent have crashed and burned. Either I left the land to rot in a squalid soup of broken promises, or I destroyed her enemies one by one. No choice there. Not really. I'd known some of those "enemies" since childhood, which was centuries ago. They say familiarity breeds contempt. In my case it bred sorrow as I consigned Fae who'd been friends to eternal destruction and fed them to the land.
Dariyah, the Witch-who-wasn't-one, crossed my path for reasons I'm still figuring out. Her long-lost mother presided over one of Faery's many dirty secrets, the Midnight Court. Some like to believe Fae blood is pure. It's not. The Sidhe and us are joined at the hip, and the Midnight Court was once a living symbol of our bond.
I'll fight to maintain a magical world that's open to all. If I'm quick, ruthless, I might beat Oberon at his own game. Sly bastard that he is, he still holds the link to Faery. If I can't wrest it from him, the land—my land—will wither and fade.