My mom returns from the dead to give me the down-low on how she defeated the fae twenty-one years ago. But there’s a catch.
Fuck my life, there’s always a catch.
Briarwood is no longer safe. The castle walls have been breached. The fae give us their terms – we surrender, or we die.
I don’t do ultimatums.
Not when I have five powerful men, an ancient witch, a prostitute with a heart of gold, a faithful sister, and the ghost of my dead mother on my side. Plus, my ancient castle still has a few tricks left.
If the fae want Briarwood Castle, theyll have to get through us first.
