Bridge of the Faeborne: Book one

What did I do with my only day off? Glad you asked.
I had bad sex, was betrayed by a friend, then was chased through an alley by a robber. Looking back, those were the better parts of my night.
I fell. Twice. Once when I was running from the greasy haired prick, and again when I fell into a dream. Or was it? I opened my eyes to a crystal bridge and a five-inch Pixie wearing leather pants.
I also met a king. Jaxon. God, I hope he's real.


Excerpt: “Brin,” I said, practically shouting. That’s the third time I’ve had to tell him my name. Clearly, my taste in men is a crime scene, and intelligence isn’t the prime suspect.
“Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.” Okay, fine, he’s got the basics of flattery down. Too bad that’s where his skill set screeches to a halt.

My poor vagina is probably drafting a formal complaint. If it could talk, it’d be screaming, What the actual fuck, Brin? And honestly, I wouldn’t have an answer. This guy yanked my yoga pants and panties off like he was auditioning for a low-budget porno, dropped his jeans to his thighs, and now he’s thrusting that sad little thing like he’s gunning for the world record in rabbit humping. he’d win gold.




Dear Reader, this is a series and must be read in order.
This Romantasy starts off with Brin's journey from human, to something else. You'll enjoy open door sexy time, fast paced action, emotional overload, and I even heard that war is coming.