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I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.

I know they’re delivering breeders to my luxurious apartment - excuse me, cage - to entice me to choose a mate. What I don’t know is why. The joke’s on them though. My mate comes, unseen, to clean my quarters twice a week. But tonight, she’s waiting for me in my bedroom, tempting me in all her red-headed, defiant glory. Great Mother Beast help me, I want to claim her. Free her. Avenge her. But she serves the man who enslaved me, and I don’t know what they want from the pair of us. If I mate her, they win. If I don’t mate her, I lose my mind.

Back when Natie was a biker club's girl, she'd get attached to every cheating throttle jockey who gave her the time of day. Rinse and repeat. At 37, it seems she still hasn't learned. A handsome wolf in leathers like Dirty would eat her alive, then walk into the bar the next night and treat her like yesterday's drink. It's not as if he can help it, and Natie can't help but let him.

D’Artaron is the kind of commanding officer every father wants for his daughter, every king wishes they had, and every princess wishes he was in her security detail. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a handsome masculine face, with dark hair that reaches just past his chin. Amiable, brooding, and utterly unavailable as well as self-denying of pleasure, Summer Court's Commander walks around breaking hearts as if it’s his duty. It's not. His duty is to the king. When the king hears of the coup in the Spring Court, he sends the Commander to protect the only royal left standing.

My undead army is in need of a general. The soldiers are divided. Weak. Ruled by the fae leader of the Summer Court. The brother of the princess… Fleur is alluring—everything I’ve ever desired. The type of female who can topple kingdoms and bring males to their knees. Her presence is hard to resist, which makes her dangerous. To me and my secrets. That doesn’t stop me from watching her from the shadows. Or feeding my addiction with a glance or a touch. If I don’t stay away from her, everything I’ve set out to accomplish will burn up in flames. But not having her makes me obsess.

You'd think that as the Royal Seer, I would've foreseen the tall, shadow-cloaked fae appear in the gardens. And how we'd share a bench, an intimate conversation, and a kiss. But I didn't. When he offers his arm to escort me back to the king's ball, I find myself taking it. And learning his identity. The Unseelie king—a reclusive male with magic too powerful to comprehend. Clearly, I shouldn't have kissed him. My mistake. My huge mistake. For now, the Unseelie king demands something my king isn't willing to give. That I become his bride.