Where Vines Don't Grow
IsabelleVelle
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"Marin, come to me."
In a swift motion he tilted her face up toward his and closed the gap between them, eliciting electrical tingles throughout Marin's entire body as his lips firmly pressed against hers. Though she tried to protest, yelling in her mind and resisting the sensation of the kiss, her resolve crumbled. She began to lose herself in the delicious, swirling sensation that was sparking through her. Her predicament, her name, her very being felt as though it was floating out of her grasp, and she could not have been less bothered . . . what did any of it matter now that she was here, with him?
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Marin Huber is accustomed to the quiet routine of her life, living on her aunt's small farm in Vermont, taking care of her hens, and keeping to herself. At 19 years old, she's determined to put off college or anything remotely exciting until she knows exactly what she wants to do--plus, her aunt needs her.
However, not everything goes as planned. After one disturbing night featuring an intoxicating stranger, Marin's entire life gets turned on its head. Soon everything familiar is stripped away, and Marin finds herself trapped in the Court of Vines, entangled in strange politics and the even stranger Weinenvolk--including the darkly handsome fae lord who seems to want to keep her there forever.