On the plus side, you don’t have too long to wait. This series will wrap up in October when Freed releases right in time for Halloween. I do plan on starting another Fae series after that, so even though this trilogy is coming to an end, I have at least another duet, plus a single title outlined so far :)
And, if you haven’t already read the Touched by the Fae series featuring Riley and Nine, you can read their story beginning with Asylum!
xoxo,
Jessica
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Freed (Imprisoned by the Fae #3)
I didn't mean to cross over into Faerie. It was an accident. And now... now I'm on a mission.
Oberon has made it clear: before the quiet rebellion against him grows any louder, he’s sending Rys and me on a peace-keeping mission to the Unseelie Court to talk to the Winter Queen.
Sounds easy, right?
I wish.
There’s so much riding on this trip. The best case scenario is we quell the rebellion before civil war breaks out in Faerie. The worst case? The Seelie and Unseelie go to battle, humans become even bigger targets than they already are, and—oh, yeah—I end up being imprisoned by the fae.
Again.
The journey sounds easy enough. I already escaped the Shadow Realms of the Winter Court once before. I can do it again, especially with my scarred Seelie at my side.
There’s only one problem. Rys isn’t the only one coming with me to track down the mysterious Winter Queen. We have the Shadow, a half-human, half-fae woman who owes Oberon her loyalty, and the Shadow’s dark mate.
And that’s not all.
When the fate of all of Faerie is hanging in the balance, my love life should be the last thing on my mind.
Should be.
Isn’t.
Because I’m Elle Andrews. And this? This is just my luck.
**Freed is the third and final book in an exciting new Fae series by the author of Touched by the Fae. Featuring a directionally-challenged, unlucky human heroine, the scarred Light Fae who'd rather stay in jail, and their quest to save Faerie together—well, once they break out of Siúcra, that is.
Coming October 30, 2020
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Asylum
Sneak peek at Riley & Nine’s story
“Riley.”
I immediately close my eyes. A second later, I lift my hands out from under my bl
anket and clamp them over my ears.
No, no, no.
Not again.
It should have worked. The leather gloves, plus how tightly I’m pressing my palms to my ears… it should have worked. No way I should be able to hear anything other than the frantic drumming of my frightened heart.