Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

I was cursed, and I had been my whole life. If I ever fell in love with my bride, she would die. And it would be my own touch that would kill her—freezing her to the marrow like the bleak landscape around us. This was my curse.

“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.”

The fae were so beautiful and refined, it hadn’t occurred to me exactly how brutal they could be. And that made me wonder exactly how much danger I’d be in during these trials.

We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else. If you feel we go too far, it’s only because you are living a lie about your true nature.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Because underneath it all, you are as vicious as the rest of us.”

He made me feel like I was standing on a precipice, about to fall off. Heart racing and blood pumping, I’d never felt more exhilarated.

He sat, shoulders slumped, in the dark shadows beneath an oak. Snowflakes spiraled down around us. The king—the most powerful fae in existence—looked completely and utterly alone.

“We are a match made in hell, but I have never wanted anyone more, Ava Jones,”