Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.
Melissa MarrCatch me, Seth," she invited. He paused. "Faeries chase," he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but before he could take a second step, she was behind him, arms around him, lips pressed against his neck. "I seem caught," he murmured. The Summer Queen whispered, "Me too." And They fell together in a bed of flowers that now covered the floor
Melissa MarrShe turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters?
Melissa MarrDonia asked incredulously. โWhat were you doing?โ โThe day had just begun, and we were dancing,โ Aislinn said. โDancing?โ Donia looked at the Summer Queen with the same disdain Keenan had once seen on her face when she looked at the Summer Girls. โOf course you were. Bananach is attacking faeries, stealing from our courts. Irial is injured. Faerie is closed. Yes, dancing is precisely what will help.
Melissa Marr