Angielski
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.
Perfect for fans of:
🐺Fated mates
🥀Forbidden love
🐺Spice
🥀Pining
🐺Snarky humor
🥀Second chances
🐺Portal romance
🥀Anxiety rep
🐺Ghost-whisperer FMC
🥀Growly, cinnamon roll wolf shifter who falls hard first
