Foreword Hello Readers! Thanks for picking up this complete trilogy. It’s so exciting to see how many people are enjoying this crazy ride with me. :) Hey, at the very end of this trilogy I included an extra scene from Kaippa’s point of view so don’t miss that. I also put the first chapter of the next book at the end. Make sure you check it out and let me know what you think! Love, Eve Contents Fae Curse Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Fae World Preface Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Epilogue Fae Spell Foreword 1. Coren 2. Coren 3. Hekla 4. Coren 5. Coren 6. Coren 7. Hekla 8. Coren 9. Coren 10. Coren 11. Hekla 12. Coren 13. Coren 14. Coren 15. Hekla 16. Coren 17. Coren 18. Coren 19. Coren 20. Hekla 21. Coren 22. Coren 23. Coren 24. Coren 25. Coren 26. Coren 27. Coren 28. Coren 29. Hekla 30. Coren 31. Coren 32. Hekla 33. Coren About the Author Also by Eve A. Hunt/Alisha Klapheke Kaippa Receives a Letter… Fae Curse Yew Queen Book One Copyright © 2020 by Eve A. Hunt All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum To Melissa, Miranda, Kelly, Tina, and my Crew Chapter 1 With my motorcycle helmet under my arm, I shoved a chocolate croissant into my mouth, then grabbed the day’s take from the register. Running a small business was full of ups and downs. When we had a slow day—a down day—we didn’t make much money. But the upside was we got to keep more deliciousness for ourselves. My best friend, Hekla, came out of the kitchen, hands on her narrow hips and a patch of flour over one of her eyes. “Stop looking so happy that the weather kept everyone away, Coren.” My dirty blonde hair slipped out of its messy bun, but I let it go, pulling the elastic band around my wrist. “It hasn’t even stormed yet. Bunch of pansies. Oh, well,” I mumbled around a mouthful of a second croissant. They were tiny, like half the size of most croissants, so eating two was really like eating one. Hekla attempted to pry a third one from my fingers, her dimples sneaking out to tell me she wasn’t actually ticked off. “We could sell those at half price tomorrow.” She scolded me by waving what we lovingly called her Frankenfinger. Her pointer digit hadn’t set right after breaking during one of our many skydiving adventures. My grip on the chocolatey goodness was solid, but she wouldn’t let go. I leaned forward and, avoiding her fingers, snagged another bite between my teeth. “I worked out three times this week! I need sustenance!” Hekla released the half-eaten croissant and sighed heavily. “Fine. Do as you like, my friend. You’re the one who has to pay the lease.” She walked to the front window, then flipped the sign from Open to Closed. “I’m leaving before this sky turns from threat to promise. Hey, are we going out for your birthday next weekend or what?” “Pizza and beer. That’s it. We save the big hurrah for next year when I’m officially over the hill.” “Thirty isn’t over the hill, dummy. That’s forty.” “Whatever. Twenty-nine already feels very mountainous.” Thunder shook the floor and rattled the display case that held my TV baking show trophy. A flash of oddly lavender-colored lightning washed through the room, highlighting the painted letters of our store’s name, Sweet Touch, on the window. Hekla and I looked at one another with wide eyes. I grabbed the two sets of keys from the nail beside the register, then tossed Hekla the ones to her Volvo. “Wow. Maybe the pansy customers were right and we should’ve left earlier.” “Was that lightning purple?” Hekla frowned. A chill slipped down my spine, but I shook it off. “Yeah. Weird.” The kitchen wasn’t as tidy as we liked to leave it, but it would have to do if we were going to beat the storm. “See you at sunrise!” Hekla said as she hurried out the back door. She lived in one of the new apartments on the north end of Franklin, closer to the road leading into Nashville. I was a little farther out, and it’d take me a minute or two longer to get home. “I’m right behind you…” A blinking red light stopped me before I hit the door. The refrigerator we used to chill the puff pastry and butter between folds was on the fritz again. “Dammit.” Tossing my helmet, money, and keys next to the big mixer, I got down to work. After cleaning the condenser coils, I realized it was just the door’s seal going bad. The fridge was overworking itself. “I understand, fridge! You need some me time.” I patted its side, then grabbed my stuff to leave. Outside, the October clouds swirled into shapes that looked like moving mouths and fisting hands. Thunder drummed, and more bizarre amethyst lightning split the sky. A metallic taste touched my tongue as I started my vintage Indian motorcycle. I sped onto the empty side streets, heading for home as the rain began. Wind pushed my bike, and I gripped the handlebars, forcing my beautiful beast to stay in the lane. Lightning nearly blinded me as I hurried down 4th, zipping past the cemetery filled with Revolutionary War and Civil War heroes, then going toward Hillsboro Road. At the stoplight, thunder boomed, and I turned my head to see a five-pronged lightning strike illuminate a massive hill and… I squinted. No. It couldn’t be. The sky went dark again, and the light turned green. I drove off, wondering if I had lost my mind because I could’ve sworn that instead of a bunch of trees overlooking the
