Teind Night

Every seven years, the teind is paid in blood: a tithe of thirteen mortals, turned loose in the Marchwood for the Wild Hunt.

Ishbel: I took my sister's place. I'll be the first to touch the last stone.

Morcant: Fifty-seven teinds, and none of them reached it. This one is mine to run.

Ishbel of Larkhope is a poacher with a stolen knife who trusts tracks, not luck. Seven nights. Seven waystones. Touch the last one at dawn and the Unseelie Queen must grant a boon. No one has won in living memory.

Morcant, Unseelie prince and Master of the Wild Hunt, wears a rune for every teind he has run. He claims her before his Hunt, and no other rider may touch her. On the first night he licks her blood off her own blade. Now he can find her anywhere.

His rooms. One bed. Her knife within reach. The golden Seelie heir offers her summer forever if she'll let him catch her instead. And Morcant can't lie, so he says nothing about what her winning would cost him.

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Perfect for fans of A Court of Thorns and Roses and Quicksilver who want deadly trials, a morally gray fae prince who falls first, and spicy, explicit, open-door romance told from both sides. Book 1 of The Teind: one couple, four books, a guaranteed happily ever after. It ends on a cliffhanger.

Enemies to lovers. Deadly trials. Only one bed. Touch her and die.