Bound to the Wild Fae (Fortune Favors the Fae, #3)

by Tavia Lark

“I know my son prefers to fuck them and leave them,” Crocus continues, forcing Folly to choke on his second sip. “Like mother, like son.”

Yarrow would like to spend every minute fucking the worry out of Folly’s system,

It’s an in-between place filling with in-between people, led by a fae-touched human and a wild fae.