I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to take that sabbatical.
At least, I wouldn’t have been on that flight when it crashed.
But this is my reality now.
I’m just a fae nurse with a fanny pack,
Freezing my butt off on a magical mountain I can’t escape.
This is going to be one hell of a Christmas.
Getting buried alive in an avalanche was NOT on my bucket list.
Neither was the sizzling-hot fisherman who pulled me out of the snow.
He doesn’t like me, that’s for sure, and I think I know exactly why…
It doesn’t help that he’s my only hope.
Oh, and did I mention I’ve got a stalker?
They call him the Fae Hunter.
He looks more like Evil Santa.
He’s got green eyes, a bushy beard, a pair of bloodthirsty blades…
And he’s got my name on his naughty list.
