There are very few days off when youโre on an epic quest. Believe me, I know. Iโm Hedi Peacockโone half Fae, the other wereโand if being a half-breed with one foot in each world isnโt tough enough to manage, there are the four chambers of my heart to consider. The one who holds the strings? Robson Trowbridge, the Alpha of Creemore. If I had my way, he and I would be locked in a bedroom, for eternity, but a pressing family matter needs my attention. Itโs true what they say: A womanโs work is never done.
WHEN YOU CAN HOWL AT THE MOON?
My twin brother is being held captive by the Old Mage in another realm. Lo and behold, as soon as Trowbridge and I arrive in Merenwyn, weโre separated in spectacular, dramatic fashionโand Iโm left to figure out how to maintain the fragile balance between my Fae magic and my wolfโs blood in a realm that cries to both. Not easy, particularly when I'm keeping an iron-grip on my temper so as not to dispatch with extreme prejudice the odd wizard or smart-mouthed mutt servant who crosses my path. My mama never told me thereโd be days like these, but Iโm not going down without a fightโฆor my mate.
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