Wings & Whispers Series by Callie Colby

A fairy prince with a contract. A human who really should have read the fine print. I was just trying to make rent. Cater a fancy fairy wedding, smile at the guests, don’t steal any of the silverware—easy enough. Or so I thought. Somewhere between passing hors d’oeuvres and signing the invoice, I apparently agreed to marry the groom’s brother. Who, as it turns out, is not just any fairy, but the fairy prince... moreA fairy prince with a contract. A human who really should have read the fine print. I was just trying to make rent. Cater a fancy fairy wedding, smile at the guests, don’t steal any of the silverware—easy enough. Or so I thought. Somewhere between passing hors d’oeuvres and signing the invoice, I apparently agreed to marry the groom’s brother. Who, as it turns out, is not just any fairy, but the fairy prince. Now I’m being whisked off to some glittering palace I can’t pronounce, expected to wear clothes that look more like lingerie than actual outfits, and introduced as “His Highness’s cherished consort” to an entire court of pointy-eared aristocrats who all hate me. And the prince? Caelen is gorgeous, infuriating, and way too good at making me blush. He keeps insisting this was “destiny,” and it’s his royal duty to show me exactly what being a consort entails. Including—apparently—his bed. I told myself I’d find a way out of this. But the more time I spend at his side, the more I start to wonder if I really want to. Because underneath all the silk and sharp smiles, Caelen is something I never mine. less

A fairy prince who can’t be touched. A human who can’t seem to stop. After one too many bad decisions, I’m crashing on my cousin’s couch, desperate to get my act together. The last thing I expect is to stumble into a job at the weirdest little café I’ve ever seen—one that caters to the fae. It’s just coffee and pastries. Until he walks in. Thalen is… impossible. All sharp cheekbones, silken hair, and frosty glares... moreA fairy prince who can’t be touched. A human who can’t seem to stop. After one too many bad decisions, I’m crashing on my cousin’s couch, desperate to get my act together. The last thing I expect is to stumble into a job at the weirdest little café I’ve ever seen—one that caters to the fae. It’s just coffee and pastries. Until he walks in. Thalen is… impossible. All sharp cheekbones, silken hair, and frosty glares. He’s obviously one of them—the kind of fairy that humans aren’t even supposed to look at for too long. And he definitely doesn’t want me looking at him. Or touching him. Everyone at the café knows the don’t touch the prince. His skin is laced with dangerous magic that burns anyone who tries. But when he brushes past me one night and nothing happens? That’s when everything changes. Suddenly he’s showing up at the café just to sit at my counter. Watching me when he thinks I won’t notice. Standing too close, asking quiet questions about stupid human things—like movies, and how to make pancakes, and what it feels like to hold someone’s hand. It was supposed to just be a job. But now Thalen wants me to be the one to teach him what he’s been missing—starting with my hands on his skin. And the way he looks at me when I do? It might just ruin me. less

A fairy prince who can’t figure out the copier. A human stuck training him. When my boss said she was hiring a temp to help out at the office, I great. Maybe someone competent enough to keep me from drowning in emails for a week. Instead, I got him. Ryn is… impossible. Gorgeous, overdressed, and somehow both charming and completely useless. He can’t work the copier. He thinks a spreadsheet is a kind of spell. And he keeps calling me “darling” like we’re in a 19th-century romance novel... moreA fairy prince who can’t figure out the copier. A human stuck training him. When my boss said she was hiring a temp to help out at the office, I great. Maybe someone competent enough to keep me from drowning in emails for a week. Instead, I got him. Ryn is… impossible. Gorgeous, overdressed, and somehow both charming and completely useless. He can’t work the copier. He thinks a spreadsheet is a kind of spell. And he keeps calling me “darling” like we’re in a 19th-century romance novel. Oh—and he’s apparently a fairy prince in exile, “hiding” in the mortal world while things cool off back home. Which, of course, makes him my problem. Now I’m stuck teaching him how to answer phones without enchanting anyone, how to stop glamoring the clients into giving us all their money, and how to actually file things without conjuring sparkles all over the supply closet. He says he needs me—to help him “blend in,” whatever that means. But the way he keeps watching me when he thinks I’m not looking? The way he leans in close when he asks about “mortal customs”—like kissing in the elevator or hooking up after work—I’m starting to think Ryn has other things on his royal agenda. And if I’m not careful, I might just let him get away with it. less

A fairy prince in hiding. A human who didn’t sign up for this. When my landlord said I’d be getting a roommate to help cover rent, I didn’t expect him. Auren shows up with designer luggage, a crown-shaped dent in his hair, and absolutely no idea how to function like a normal human. He can’t work the washing machine, burns water trying to boil it, and keeps accidentally summoning flower petals every time he sneezes... moreA fairy prince in hiding. A human who didn’t sign up for this. When my landlord said I’d be getting a roommate to help cover rent, I didn’t expect him. Auren shows up with designer luggage, a crown-shaped dent in his hair, and absolutely no idea how to function like a normal human. He can’t work the washing machine, burns water trying to boil it, and keeps accidentally summoning flower petals every time he sneezes. Oh, and he’s apparently some kind of fairy prince “undercover” in the mortal world. Sharing an apartment with him is a nightmare. A gorgeous, sparkly, maddening nightmare. But the longer he stays, the harder it is to stay annoyed. Especially when he starts asking for “lessons” on how to blend in. Lessons that somehow include teaching him how to use the subway, how to order takeout… and what humans usually do when they’re sharing a bed. I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved. But between the way he looks at me when I say his name and the fact that he somehow keeps ending up in my lap, I think I’m the one who’s in over my head. less

A fairy prince in disguise. The human who took him home. I thought I was just doing a good deed when I rescued a stray dog in the park. He was huge, all silvery fur and sad eyes, and followed me home like I owed him something. So I kept him. Named him Ash. Started walking him every morning, buying fancy kibble, letting him hog my bed. Then one night I woke up to find a man standing in my living room—tall, gorgeous, and completely naked—claiming to be my dog... moreA fairy prince in disguise. The human who took him home. I thought I was just doing a good deed when I rescued a stray dog in the park. He was huge, all silvery fur and sad eyes, and followed me home like I owed him something. So I kept him. Named him Ash. Started walking him every morning, buying fancy kibble, letting him hog my bed. Then one night I woke up to find a man standing in my living room—tall, gorgeous, and completely naked—claiming to be my dog. Apparently Ash isn’t just some random mutt. He’s a fairy prince, hiding from enemies by wearing a glamour… which I somehow broke. Now he insists I’m his “keeper,” whatever that means, and he refuses to leave my side. He’s sleeping on my couch—and sometimes in my bed—calling me master in this infuriating, teasing way that definitely doesn’t feel appropriate. I keep telling myself I’m going to figure out how to undo whatever bond we’ve got going and get my life back to normal. But between the way he looks at me with those same sad, silvery eyes and the fact that he keeps finding excuses to crawl into my lap, I’m starting to think… maybe I don’t want him to go. less

A wedding bouquet. A royal mix-up. A very confusing marriage. All I was supposed to do was drop off the flowers. I work for my aunt’s florist shop, I had the address, and yeah—the manor looked a little weird, but I figured rich people were just into moss and weird lighting. Next thing I know, I’ve been dragged inside, handed a crown, and kissed by a very intense, very attractive man who introduces himself as Crown Prince Sylvaris of the Summer Court… and my soon-to-be husband... moreA wedding bouquet. A royal mix-up. A very confusing marriage. All I was supposed to do was drop off the flowers. I work for my aunt’s florist shop, I had the address, and yeah—the manor looked a little weird, but I figured rich people were just into moss and weird lighting. Next thing I know, I’ve been dragged inside, handed a crown, and kissed by a very intense, very attractive man who introduces himself as Crown Prince Sylvaris of the Summer Court… and my soon-to-be husband. Apparently, I just delivered myself to the wrong dimension. According to Sylvaris—who’s gorgeous, arrogant, and keeps calling me “darling flower” like he means it—I’ve fulfilled some ancient prophecy, or law, or whatever. Basically, I brought the wedding bouquet and am the wedding bouquet. Now I’m stuck in a palace full of sharp smiles and glittering thorns, where everyone wants to either seduce me, curse me, or throw me into a magic lake. Sylvaris insists he’ll protect me—but only if I go through with the ceremony. I’m trying to figure out how to escape. He’s trying to convince me that marriage to a fae prince comes with some very… satisfying perks. And the longer I stay, the more I wonder if falling into the wrong world might have been the right kind of accident. less

A fairy prince’s chosen champion. A human who can’t even do his own laundry. One minute I was on my couch, halfway through a six-hour gaming binge. The next? I woke up in a glittering throne room with a crown-wearing pretty boy announcing that I was his “summoned warrior, foretold by prophecy. ”. Which is hilarious, because the only thing I’m good at fighting is lag... moreA fairy prince’s chosen champion. A human who can’t even do his own laundry. One minute I was on my couch, halfway through a six-hour gaming binge. The next? I woke up in a glittering throne room with a crown-wearing pretty boy announcing that I was his “summoned warrior, foretold by prophecy. ”. Which is hilarious, because the only thing I’m good at fighting is lag. Prince Irian looks like he stepped straight out of a fantasy RPG—sharp cheekbones, silken hair, armor that probably costs more than my car. He’s deadly serious about this whole “savior of the realm” thing. Meanwhile, I’m standing there in sweatpants with chip crumbs on my shirt. Naturally, he insists I can’t leave until the “quest” is complete. Naturally, we have to travel together. Naturally, there’s only one bed in every inn. And while Irian keeps calling me useless, he also keeps sneaking glances when I strip down to wash, asking oddly curious questions about human “bonding rituals,” and getting way too close when he thinks I won’t notice. I was supposed to save his world. Instead, I think he’s planning to ruin mine—one heated look at a time. less

A fairy prince playing for keeps. A human who was just here for the cash. I signed up for a cheesy dating show to fake a romance and score enough money to fix my life. But I never expected the lead to be an actual fairy prince—one with a sinful smile, magic in his touch, and a habit of backing me into corners when the cameras aren’t looking. While the other contestants bat their lashes and play fairy-tale perfect, Eirian only wants me, the stubborn human who won’t swoon for his spells... moreA fairy prince playing for keeps. A human who was just here for the cash. I signed up for a cheesy dating show to fake a romance and score enough money to fix my life. But I never expected the lead to be an actual fairy prince—one with a sinful smile, magic in his touch, and a habit of backing me into corners when the cameras aren’t looking. While the other contestants bat their lashes and play fairy-tale perfect, Eirian only wants me, the stubborn human who won’t swoon for his spells. But every enchanted hot tub, every midnight challenge, every brush of his lips against my skin is making it way too easy to forget about the prize money… and a hell of a lot harder to keep my hands—and my heart—to myself. With every stolen moment, I wonder if I’m still playing for the cash, or for the chance to be his. less

I have a label maker, a color-coded system, and a zero-tolerance policy for clutter. Lord Vane has a zero-tolerance policy for letting go. I was hired to declutter his gothic estate, not manage a six-foot-five High Fae with massive, iridescent wings and a magpie complex. Vane collects cursed mirrors, shiny candy wrappers, ancient gold, and buttons... moreI have a label maker, a color-coded system, and a zero-tolerance policy for clutter. Lord Vane has a zero-tolerance policy for letting go. I was hired to declutter his gothic estate, not manage a six-foot-five High Fae with massive, iridescent wings and a magpie complex. Vane collects cursed mirrors, shiny candy wrappers, ancient gold, and buttons. When I hold up a rusted, possibly haunted birdcage and ask, "Does this spark joy? " Vane doesn't just say yes—he hisses, flares those dazzling feathers to block the door, and dares me to touch his treasures again. But somewhere between the "Keep" and "Trash" piles, the dynamic shifts. Vane stops guarding the junk and starts stalking me. The air in the room gets heavy. He stops looking at the shiny trinkets and starts staring at my mouth. His nesting instincts have woken up, and he’s decided that the most valuable thing in the room isn't the gold—it’s the exasperated guy in the sweater vest. Now, he’s done hoarding objects. He wants to hoard me. Specifically, wrapped tight inside his wings and pinned to his mattress. Cleaning up has never been this dirty. less