I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to take that sabbatical.

At least, I wouldn’t have been on that flight when it crashed.

But this is my reality now.

I’m just a fae nurse with a fanny pack,

Freezing my butt off on a magical mountain I can’t escape.

This is going to be one hell of a Christmas.

Getting buried alive in an avalanche was NOT on my bucket list.

Neither was the sizzling-hot fisherman who pulled me out of the snow.

He doesn’t like me, that’s for sure, and I think I know exactly why…

It doesn’t help that he’s my only hope.

Oh, and did I mention I’ve got a stalker?

They call him the Fae Hunter.

He looks more like Evil Santa.

He’s got green eyes, a bushy beard, a pair of bloodthirsty blades…

And he’s got my name on his naughty list.