My mom returns from the dead to give me the down-low on how she defeated the fae twenty-one years ago. But there’s a catch.

Fuck my life, there’s always a catch.

Briarwood is no longer safe. The castle walls have been breached.
The fae gave us their terms – we surrender, or we die.

I don’t do ultimatums.

Not when I have five powerful men, an ancient witch, a prostitute with a heart of gold, a faithful sister, and the ghost of my dead mother on my side. Plus, my ancient castle still has a few tricks left.

If the fae want Briarwood Castle, they'll have to get through us first.