Foreword
Hello Readers!
Thanks for picking up this complete trilogy. It’s so exciting to see how many people are enjoying this crazy ride with me. :) Hey, at the very end of this trilogy I included an extra scene from Kaippa’s point of view so don’t miss that. I also put the first chapter of the next book at the end. Make sure you check it out and let me know what you think!
Love,
Eve
Contents
Fae Curse
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Fae World
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Fae Spell
Foreword
1. Coren
2. Coren
3. Hekla
4. Coren
5. Coren
6. Coren
7. Hekla
8. Coren
9. Coren
10. Coren
11. Hekla
12. Coren
13. Coren
14. Coren
15. Hekla
16. Coren
17. Coren
18. Coren
19. Coren
20. Hekla
21. Coren
22. Coren
23. Coren
24. Coren
25. Coren
26. Coren
27. Coren
28. Coren
29. Hekla
30. Coren
31. Coren
32. Hekla
33. Coren
About the Author
Also by Eve A. Hunt/Alisha Klapheke
Kaippa Receives a Letter…
Fae Curse Yew Queen Book One
Copyright © 2020 by Eve A. Hunt
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To Melissa, Miranda, Kelly, Tina, and my Crew
Chapter 1
With my motorcycle helmet under my arm, I shoved a chocolate croissant into my mouth, then grabbed the day’s take from the register. Running a small business was full of ups and downs. When we had a slow day—a down day—we didn’t make much money. But the upside was we got to keep more deliciousness for ourselves.
My best friend, Hekla, came out of the kitchen, hands on her narrow hips and a patch of flour over one of her eyes. “Stop looking so happy that the weather kept everyone away, Coren.”
My dirty blonde hair slipped out of its messy bun, but I let it go, pulling the elastic band around my wrist. “It hasn’t even stormed yet. Bunch of pansies. Oh, well,” I mumbled around a mouthful of a second croissant. They were tiny, like half the size of most croissants, so eating two was really like eating one.
Hekla attempted to pry a third one from my fingers, her dimples sneaking out to tell me she wasn’t actually ticked off. “We could sell those at half price tomorrow.” She scolded me by waving what we lovingly called her Frankenfinger. Her pointer digit hadn’t set right after breaking during one of our many skydiving adventures.
My grip on the chocolatey goodness was solid, but she wouldn’t let go. I leaned forward and, avoiding her fingers, snagged another bite between my teeth. “I worked out three times this week! I need sustenance!”
Hekla released the half-eaten croissant and sighed heavily. “Fine. Do as you like, my friend. You’re the one who has to pay the lease.” She walked to the front window, then flipped the sign from Open to Closed. “I’m leaving before this sky turns from threat to promise. Hey, are we going out for your birthday next weekend or what?”
“Pizza and beer. That’s it. We save the big hurrah for next year when I’m officially over the hill.”
“Thirty isn’t over the hill, dummy. That’s forty.”
“Whatever. Twenty-nine already feels very mountainous.”
Thunder shook the floor and rattled the display case that held my TV baking show trophy. A flash of oddly lavender-colored lightning washed through the room, highlighting the painted letters of our store’s name, Sweet Touch, on the window. Hekla and I looked at one another with wide eyes.
I grabbed the two sets of keys from the nail beside the register, then tossed Hekla the ones to her Volvo. “Wow. Maybe the pansy customers were right and we should’ve left earlier.”
“Was that lightning purple?” Hekla frowned.
A chill slipped down my spine, but I shook it off. “Yeah. Weird.”
The kitchen wasn’t as tidy as we liked to leave it, but it would have to do if we were going to beat the storm.
“See you at sunrise!” Hekla said as she hurried out the back door. She lived in one of the new apartments on the north end of Franklin, closer to the road leading into Nashville. I was a little farther out, and it’d take me a minute or two longer to get home.
“I’m right behind you…”
A blinking red light stopped me before I hit the door. The refrigerator we used to chill the puff pastry and butter between folds was on the fritz again.
“Dammit.”
Tossing my helmet, money, and keys next to the big mixer, I got down to work.
After cleaning the condenser coils, I realized it was just the door’s seal going bad. The fridge was overworking itself.
“I understand, fridge! You need some me time.” I patted its side, then grabbed my stuff to leave.
Outside, the October clouds swirled into shapes that looked like moving mouths and fisting hands. Thunder drummed, and more bizarre amethyst lightning split the sky. A metallic taste touched my tongue as I started my vintage Indian motorcycle. I sped onto the empty side streets, heading for home as the rain began. Wind pushed my bike, and I gripped the handlebars, forcing my beautiful beast to stay in the lane. Lightning nearly blinded me as I hurried down 4th, zipping past the cemetery filled with Revolutionary War and Civil War heroes, then going toward Hillsboro Road.
At the stoplight, thunder boomed, and I turned my head to see a five-pronged lightning strike illuminate a massive hill and…
I squinted. No. It couldn’t be.
The sky went dark again, and the light turned green. I drove off, wondering if I had lost my mind because I could’ve sworn that instead of a bunch of trees overlooking the
