Following a maniacal fae mage through a portal to who-the-hell-knows-where may not have been the smartest idea.

I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of gal, so I make the most of it. Until that werewolf bite on my leg has other ideas. When I finally wake from my fever dreams, I find out I’m not in Miami anymore. In fact, I’m not in the human world at all.

Holy shit.

The people who’ve taken me underwing are part of a rebellion against the realm’s false queen, a woman who drove out and most likely murdered the entire royal family. I’m pretty impartial to all the politics, but the leader of the rebellion is giving Thane a run for his money on the hotness scale. And unlike the grim reaper, who I’m so unfortunately attracted to on a cosmic level, this new guy is very much alive.