To secure a human-fae truce, I'm one of five women traveling to their magical kingdom, where we'll be courted by fae aristocracy. We have one month to choose a husband from among them. Only Elion, the arrogant, beastly ice lord, is forbidden. His torturous scars make the other women gasp. His icy words rip them to shreds. His touch is colder than frost. He lurks in the shadows, never coming out into the light. One stolen moment with Elion, and I'm intrigued. A kiss, and I’ll do anything to call this brutishly handsome lord mine. Then one of the women is found dead. When you’re next appears on my bedroom wall, written in blood, it's clear there's more going on here than solidifying the human-fae truce. If I'm not careful, I won’t become a bride of the fae. I’ll wind up dead. Ice Lord’s Bride is book one in a fantasy romance duology. It heats to a high sizzle and comes with a guaranteed happily ever after.