Maeve Crawford had a plan. MIT, Mars, a cat. Not magic. Definitely not a castle.
Then the fae killed her parents, and the universe laughed.
Now she’s stuck with a drafty old estate, four absurdly attractive tenants, and a garden portal straight into fae territory. Maeve doesn’t believe in fairytales, but the spells, prophetic dreams, and rogue fae wreaking havoc aren’t asking for her opinion. She can’t logic her way out of this one.
To survive Briarwood Castle, Maeve has to figure out her powers, her place in a world she never knew existed, and her very inconvenient attraction to four men who are entirely too charming.
MIT never trained her for magical politics or steamy distractions. But ready or not, the castle is waking—and it remembers everything.
