He was enchanted; a beautiful woman...not like his people...but not like the white skins either. Her skin was a rich tan, like the hide from his moccasins...her lips like roses...her clothing so foreign...and hair that was...different. He'd never seen anything like it before, and was entranced as he dared to stroke his hand against it. Even as she had fainted, her expression was still etched with pain, light whimpers escaping her lips. He couldn't leave her here to die...not like this... (A little disclaimer, none of this story was meant to be historically accurate and has been created with a romantic and maybe unrealistic viewpoint of an interracial romance set in the colonization period of the new world. I mean no offense to all racial groups with this story and only hope that even with my ignorance, it can be enjoyable. If it is well received, I'll write on ^^)

Trapped in the woodlands, Ivy's only hope of going home is to escape the faerie who enchants her into loving him, blinding her to what he is--monstrous. *** A dark fortress of trees twisted and crippled by time, the Clearwater, Connecticut, woods is no place for two teenage girls. The legends claim it's haunted. Fed up with being kept inside after dark, fearing the monster will take them, sixteen-year-old Ivy Farewell and her best friend Margaret set out to prove everyone wrong--that the ghost of Clearwater isn't a ghost. And the voice that has been calling to Ivy after dark is simply a trick of the wind. But the woods are deeper than Ivy imagined, each turn bringing them farther from home. When they end up lost their only hope is in each other. All seems undone when Ivy falls ill with a fever, until a stranger persuades them back to his cabin. Under his spell, Ivy falls into a deep and complicated love, a love so treacherous it blinds her to what he truly is--a monster. Copyright © 2023 T.A. Joseph All rights reserved cover by @xenomorphius