Princess Eeirena of the Seelie court is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his human mate, Thomas. At first resentful, Eeirena searches for a solution, only to have visions and dreams about her own human mate. She races through the veil to give the answer to Eeian, but collides with him and closes off the portal to anyone wanting to enter. Eeirena also transforms into a man, now named Eeiran, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoys his job as a manager at McDonald's. He doesn't like being single and alone, dreaming about the man of his dreams. When he meets Eeiran, Philip finds himself inexplicably desperate for the guy. But when Philip finds out Eeiran's many secrets--that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer, and used to be a woman--he rejects his mate, which puts Eeiran's life at risk.
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Wherein we meet Eeirana, princess of the Seelie Fae king, after receiving a distress call from her brother Eeian.
Naked bodies littered the floor, my bed, and every other available surface and space I had. There were eleven... no, twelve faeries in my room: male and female alike. I'd had sex with the entire dozen and not one turned out to be my mate.
Life sucked big, huge, hairy balls--and not in a good way.
"Time for everyone to wake up and get the fuck out," I said in a sickeningly sweet, diplomatic tone, hoping they could detect the low growl flittering in and out of my words.
One by one they woke up, looking up in confusion, uncertain whether I meant what I'd said. Apparently my face gave truth to my words because, one by one, they all stood, grumbling beneath their breath, before walking out of the room. I had no idea who any of them were, only that they'd all been at the party my brother's best friend, Le-eon, had thrown the night before.
With a disgusted grunt, I walked over to my bedroom door and slammed it closed. I was fucking sick of looking for someone who might not even exist. All Seelie fae slept around to find their mate, but the worst thing had to be not being aware if their mate was still alive or not. I could sleep around with someone new every day of my life and never find my mate. Stupid, disheartening, and would send anyone, including me, into a depression.
Trust me, I know.
I looked around my bedroom in disgust, my upper lip pulled up in a snarl. I hated my brother sometimes. Older than me, the favored child of both the Seelie and the Unseelie courts--at least it seemed to me--that would be Eeian. Of course, being the favorite, he'd gone and found his mate, some human named Thomas, who already had a child and a younger brother he'd been raising, which hindered the whole have-to-return-to-Fae-with-your-mate thing. A very large part of me wanted to be upset on my brother's behalf. Thomas wouldn't leave his children behind and yet, Eeian and Thomas couldn't stay in the human realm without facing some serious, serious ramifications. On the other hand, a part of me--a dark part like tar slithering through my soul--felt happy Eeian might lose his mate. How twisted did that make me? What Fae in their right mind would wish such unhappiness--death, of all things--on another, much less on their own blood kindred?
A fucked up one.
I knew I was wrong, not just mentally, but physically as well. My parents spent a lot of time lecturing me and telling me I had a gigantic chip on my shoulder. I didn't have the heart to tell them I'd eaten that monumental spud a long time ago and now carried the whole fucking potato farm on my shoulders. They wouldn't understand. They couldn't understand. I couldn't say I totally understood myself the sheer wrongness that was my being.
I stared in the mirror. Long black hair that fell to the middle of my back, almond-shaped, bright blue eyes surrounded by a fringe of long, thick black lashes above a pert nose and full, pink lips. I was beautiful. And I knew it. I got told every day, more than once. A fact of my life and so is the fact that Eeian was the only member of my family who treated me like I have a brain. I should really have been happier for him. I should have been running out of the room to study the ancient texts to see if I could help him with his current situation and I would, eventually. At the moment, I just wanted to vent and pout over the injustice of it all.
There. Now I'm done.