The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)

by Marilyn Marks

But part of me hoped if you saw a true monster, you would think me a little less of one.”

“Would you like one?” I side-eyed him. “A royal companion?” He leaned in, leaving no space between our bodies. “A tiara.” Chills erupted on my skin, thoughts skittering to unholy places. “It would seem rather gaudy for a farmer.” “But you are not that anymore, annwyl. You are mine.”