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There are three rules to surviving the Fae—and I'm about to break every single one. Rule #1. Never cross into Faerie. When I'm chased across the wicked border and caught by its reclusive ruler of the sky, the pretty trickster with a clever tongue offers me a deal. Rule #2: Never bargain with a Fae. But I don't have a choice. For thirteen days, I have to survive in his mountainous maze of sinister paths, deceptive stairways, and devious creatures. Refuse, and my sisters will suffer as punishment. Rule #3: Never fall for the enemy. I should have known my sexy captor wouldn't play fair.

They've hated each other for three thousand years. He's Narcissus, vain and possessive, destined to love no one but himself. She's a prickly goddess who refuses to bow to his ego. They're divine rivals with a history of pining, grudges, and denial. But when a reckless trespass into the dark...

For centuries, we've ruled over this world. But one night, three human sisters broke our rules. So we punished them, forced them into our dark, dangerous, and decadent realm. In the land of Faerie, we made these rebellious women play three deadly games.

A monster is holding me prisoner in the land of Faerie. They call him the lord of the water Fae. I call him a viper. The tales say Elixir is venomous—and as beautiful as he is brutal. They say he's a cursed soul who wields dark, sinful magic. As punishment for stumbling into his dangerous world, the ruler of the river has confined me to an underground realm of serpentine creatures and secret canals.

He's the predator. I'm the prey. I'm not submitting without a fight. I refuse to be Puck's toy. If my rakish enemy wants to hunt me, I'll hunt him back and beat him at his own treacherous game. Yet I can't resist the wicked desire in his eyes, nor his heated touch and devious kiss. And if I'm not careful, he'll crush my very soul.

Their alliance is temporary. Their attraction is not. Hades is no brooding lord. He wields his devious tongue like a weapon—sharp, deadly, and sinful. Persephone is no innocent goddess. Putting it mildly, she'd love to drive a blade through his black soul. Making deals with this diabolical...

What happens when grumpy Icarus doesn't crash to his death, but lands at the feet of a sunshine goddess with a mouth as sharp as his temper? Sparks fly, a reluctant alliance leads to endless banter, and forbidden attraction turns into a game neither of them can afford to lose. They stripped him...