Lately my life is like a fairy tale. Unfortunately for me, it’s the Grimm kind. The kind where the woods are deep and dark and full of monsters; where a mother’s longing for something forbidden means terrible consequences for her daughter; where the huntsman who takes the princess for a walk in the woods plans to steal her heart – literally – right out of her chest.
I’ve always thought of myself as normal – ordinary even – but that changed after my sister’s disappearance brought some long-hidden secrets into the light, revealing a world I never dreamed existed and a destiny I can’t deny. Now “normal” means wicked subterranean kings and murdered Elvish princesses and clandestine revenge schemes. Instead of planning to marry my childhood sweetheart, I’m fending off a handsome prince’s irresistible advances. Suddenly I’m not a bank teller / college drop-out anymore, I’m a frickin’ Elvish princess.
To get to happily ever after, I’ll have to sort out my trust issues, unravel an assassination plot, and avoid a sociopath with an axe to grind – all without the help of a fairy godmother.