Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

“Fairy tales aren’t real, Shalini,” I replied, wincing under her touch. “And the fae? They’re not the nice creatures you think they are.”

Oh, shit. Do we have something else in common?” I shuddered. “We should probably stop talking before we get involved in a messy emotional entanglement.” “Right.” A smile ghosted over his lips, just for a moment.

heads shaped like insects; a few were covered in mossy fur. In the middle stood what appeared to be their leader—a woman wearing a thorny crown and holding a staff that glowed with a greenish light. All of them had the pointed ears of the fae, but not any fae I recognized.

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 king—the most powerful fae in existence—looked completely and utterly alone.

awe :(

He reached out to touch my wrist, but when he did, it felt as if pure ice had been injected straight into my arm.

Nooooo

Because there, protruding from my green hair, was a golden pair of horns.

Unseelie. I’d asked to come home, and this was where the magic had brought me. My real home—the realm of the wild beasts. It seemed I was a changeling after all.