One day I'm rescuing a wounded wolf in the woods. Next, I'm tripping over a naked guy with rippling abs, making himself at home in my kitchen at Gravenshade Hall. He says his name is Wynter. That he's fae. That I once spent a year in Faery, dancing under the moonlight like some enchanted puppet. Thankfully, I don't remember a second of it. I'm twenty-five, short on memories, haunted by ghosts, and the prime suspect in my parents' unsolved double murder. Now I've got a broody houseguest who thinks he's a wolf, watches me like he's starving, and insists he can't touch me, won't touch me, because of a Very Important Vow he made to his... errr... sister. Then the Wild Hunt shows up to claim me. Again. I'm thrown into a world I don't understand and protected by the one boy who would bury himself beneath the earth for seven nights to keep me safe. Which is... inconvenient. Because I want him to stay above ground. With me. And preferably with his lips on mine. Perfect for fans of: ��Fated mates��Forbidden love��Spice��Pining��Snarky humor��Second chances ��Portal romance��Anxiety rep��Ghost-whisperer FMC��Growly, cinnamon roll wolf shifter who falls hard first