Orla was lured to Underhill via a candy stand, lands wrapped in ribbon, and given an out via the agreement of the autumn king. She bribes him with candy, and things do not go to plan.
At a winter fair, Orla is lured by the scent of fudge to a stand that seems separated from the traffic around it. After some polite chatting, she snags her mitten on a gingerbread house, goes to disentangle it... and finds herself sitting, wearing a ribbon for clothing, and spectral instructions on how to get home are glittering on the wall.
Looking for the autumn king is a strange thing to do in heels and a fetish outfit, but when she finds him, asking him to send her home is first and foremost on her mind. He agrees, but he is going to take his time. He does not say why.
Their evening devolves into chess, fudge, and foreplay. Suddenly, Orla thinks that three days might not be enough.
Back home with no memory of her time in Underhill, she finds herself crying at strange times. It isn’t until she goes to arrange a donation to the museum she works for that she remembers what she’s missing. Views: 559
A skilljacker on the lam runs into a beautiful, haunted seer. On any other day, this could have been a match made in heaven, but not when he steals her skills.And definitely not when she takes his bear.Can a common goal help bring this duo together, or will this match tear apart the fated mates? Views: 559
If only I'd never signed that contract. Or accepted the one I didn't. My husband doesn't trust me. Not that I can blame him. But he needs me, needs my image. I need his connections. And I have to find a way to convince him to set aside our differences. There's one way that always works. Even when we hate each other, our bodies betray us. The one place we've never disagreed is in bed. Except this is about more than just us. And even Luka Zoric's legendary control breaks sometimes. Book two of three. Views: 559
