I posted my secret on an anonymous app. He found it. Now he's at my dinner table.

He killed my father and kept the money. So I took his sister. Now he's taken me.

My world ends at the tide line. His world begins there. We meet in the space between.

Every time you have sex, you lose a sense. He's lost three. I've lost one. And I want him anyway.

I found a token in my dead father's things. Now a fae lord lives in my kitchen, grants my wishes wrong, and can't lie. The catch? Every wish reveals what I truly want. And what I truly want is him.

He woke up with no memory. My face was the only thing he knew. I should have run.

He's betting I'll fail. I inherited a ranch I can't run. Neither of us planned on wanting more.

I'm his fake fiancée. Six months, no touching, no falling. We broke every rule by week two.

72 hours. Hostile territory. The ex I never stopped loving is the only one who can save me.

He vanished after his brother died. I found him next door. Now he's writing songs about me.