An secret affair between sister's-in-law : : "No, I'm a mother. I may not be where I want in life, but people still look up to me. I've already broken my sister's trust." "She'll never know. You need this more than I do." "If I need it, I'll find someone else. Not you." My eyes couldn't help but flick up to gauge her reaction. She didn't take it well. The tattoos on her skin seemed ready to melt away, her eyes darkened like hollow voids, and her jaw clenched so tightly it looked sharper than the tension between us. "I can fuck other college guys if I want to." "But you won't. You know you can't." "If I want to, I'm my own woman-" Her hand gripped my already sore throat, but this time, I wasn't as startled. "No one else is touching you-only me. I laid claim to you when I first set eyes on you, and I marked you when I came in you. That means something," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."