Summer's Fae: Fated Mates Romance

One day I'm rescuing a wounded wolf in the woods. Next, I'm tripping over a naked guy with rippling abs, making coffee in my kitchen at Gravenshade Hall.

He says his name is Wynter. That he's fae. That I once spent a year in Faery, dancing under moonlight like some enchanted puppet. Thankfully, I don't remember a second of it.

I'm twenty-five, short on memories, haunted by ghosts who won't keep their opinions to themselves (including my dead mother, who has notes) and the prime suspect in my ...