Rattled

What if you were Selected?

Personally, I’ve never had much of an issue with the fae. Sure, I was as surprised as any lass when they burst into our world over a decade ago, but every race has its pricks, us humans included.

When the fae leave their calling card in my bed, I’ve got no choice but to go on the run, fleeing into the vast Scottish Highlands. I’d been Selected, and nobody was going to bat an eyelash when the fae came for me.

Where are they taking us and for what? It’s anybody’s guess, but if I’d won a luxury cruise with topless hotties serving me aged scotch, then why would they go to such lengths to hide any information?

Hard pass on the kidnapping, thanks.

Unfortunately for me, the fae have sent one of their most vicious hunters to chase me down—a sinfully scarred lamia with fangs dripping venom.

Unfortunately for him, I did years of military training in these Highlands and I won’t be going down without a fight. It might be cold out, but the thrill of the hunt is sure to heat my blood.

Judging by the hungry looks he gives me whenever we clash, I’m not the only one enjoying the chase…