Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

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.”

We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

“Sorry, darling. No rules. You yield.”

How, exactly, had I let Ava get under my skin? And why?

“Just one kiss, Ava. I want more, of course. I want to take my time with you, to explore all of you. But I can’t have that, because none of this can be real. So, just one kiss.”

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