As a shadow huntress, revenge is my calling. So when a Fae prince invites me to join the Yule pageant and spy on the infamous Winter King, I accept. He says I look just like the dead queen, and assures me I will not have to win the crown—or his hand. He does not warn me I might lose my heart.
The Winter King has a curse of his own. Every year he must marry. Every year his queen dies. Death will never come for him, but it will always take her. When a woman who looks like his first love appears, he dares to hope for the impossible.
In this icy realm, love may break the curse, or seal our fates forever.
