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180 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 28, 2011

Puck was a faerie. Awesome.
"That's how you can lift weights so easily?"
She nodded. "And how I fixed your car."


[Main character, Russ]: "I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. I really like you. I wanted to ask you on a date, but you got drunk.
[Puck] grinned, and it lit up her face. "You want to ask me out? Really? Because I would say yes. Because you're brave, and exciting, and you do things for noble reasons, and I've never met anyone like you."
She was one of those punk chicks, but she was attractive in a weird way. Except for two thick strands of blue hair framing her face, her head was shaved. Usually, I thought haircuts like that made girls look masculine and ugly, but she looked...delicate. Rings and piercings covered her face, but I kind of liked the tiny diamond stud in her nose.

I liked her voice. It was breathy and girly, but it still somehow sounded tough.


One of his eyes looked as if someone had tried to put it out. The iries was a milky blue. There was no pupil. I swallowed.
I liked her voice. It was breathy and girly, but it still somehow sounded tough. But I had to watch myself. Couldn't actually be really attracted to this girl. Girls were trouble. Nothing but trouble.

I was grateful.
I was astonished.
I was angry.
I was pissed.

"Everything started at the prom last night." I rubbed my face with my hand. "Or that's not really true. It started way before that. It started when I met Cindi. Sophomore year. Journalism class. I was a first year student—because freshmen aren't allowed to work on the newspaper—and so was Cindi. She'd taken the class because she needed an elective. I'd taken it because I liked to write. We didn't have much in common, honestly. But Cindi was the girls' volleyball team, and girls who played sports were socially acceptable dating material for guys on the basketball team. We had friends in common. And she was beautiful.
But Cindi was the girls' volleyball team, and girls who played sports were socially acceptable dating material for guys on the basketball team.



Things started going wrong for Russ Knight last year.
He found out his girlfriend was cheating on him when she gave birth at the junior prom and left the baby to die in a trashcan. Russ didn't even know she was pregnant. Hell, he thought they were saving themselves for each other.
Now, locked in her padded cell, his girlfriend is screaming that she was just trying to get the faeries to give her baby back. Russ doesn't buy it. But to shut her up, Russ tries a trick the old legends say will work, and the baby starts swearing and begging to be taken back to Faerie. He's got to accept the truth: the kid he's raising is a faerie changeling.
The faeries are going to sacrifice the real baby at the Equinox if Russ can't get them to switch again. But the only person who can get the baby back is a biological parent, and Russ' girlfriend certainly can’t help. To save an innocent life, Russ will face ancient faeries with razor-like teeth, wrestle snarling skeleton dogs, and, maybe worst of all, track down every guy his girlfriend was sleeping with last year in the hopes of finding the baby's real father.
And apparently, the father could be half his senior class.
"That Puck chick. With the blue Chelsea?"
"I don���t know her phone number."
"They have these nifty books where they list everybody���s phone number by their names in alphabetical order," said Marcos.
I think he meant it to be sarcastic, but his voice was trembling so bad that he only sounded scared.