A blood slave desperate for freedom. A fake engagement. A pawn in the dangerous games of the Winter fae.

The auction block awaits and a vicious vampire prince wants me and what flows through my veins.

So I make a run for it, running through dangerous forests and battling the elements only to end up falling at the feet of a fae warden. Technically, the Warden of the West should return me to the vampire court, but Warden Roar has other ideas.

He needs a fake fiancée.

The deal: if I play his dutiful partner at the Winter Court, he'll hide me from the blood-suckers intent on draining the life from me.

I agree, and for a while, it seems like nothing can go wrong. In fact, being lavished with the good things in life almost makes me forget the danger.

That is, until Vale, the Warrior Prince of the Winter Court, sets his sights on me.

There's something about the way he watches. As if he'd love to discover all of my secrets.

A part of me likes his attentions. Wants them even. Luckily, the more sane part knows about Prince Vale's reputation and that he is not a fae to mess with.

But I can't disappear from court, nor back down, or dissolve my contract with Warden Roar. Not if I want a chance at true freedom. So I have to fake it until I make it.

It's official: I've become a pawn in the dangerous game of the fae.

And it may cost me far more than my heart.