I moved to the middle of nowhere for one peace. Instead, I got him.
Lorian is every forbidden daydream made flesh—a dangerously handsome Fae lord who thinks a leaf blower is a weapon and unleashes swarms of mischievous pixies on my lawn. He’s chaos in tailored clothes, a walking disaster for my sanity, my garden gnomes, and—thanks to him—my toaster now only speaks in riddles.
All I want is for Lorian to leave me alone. But when his magic traps us in my tiny cottage, the air turns electric, and every glance crackles with temptation.
Beneath his infuriating glamour is a lonely Fae who looks at me like he wants to unravel me, one stolen kiss at a time. He claims he needs “lessons” in mortal living—but every lesson ends with me breathless, aching for more.
I came here craving quiet. Now, I’m dangerously close to surrendering to the storm he brings.
A cozy fantasy romance with a dash of spice and a guaranteed happily ever after.
It was definitely… something… a short story. Light romance with even lighter spice. We didn’t really get to know either of them or what his world is like. No real answer to the aging dilemma. Essentially the story comes down to repeated intimacy, showers/bath, and breakfast.