Cirrus@Austlit

'My voice is my gift, and my weapon. As a banshee, I carry the song of life and death within me.

'Now, crazed, magical beasts want my blood, and my true fae name, or so he says. A warrior from Faerie’s Winter Court has come to protect me from this supposed supernatural threat.

'The sexy fae won’t relent, says his heart is frozen. No chance. With every kiss, heat rises and ice melts, and I forget everything, but fire and desire.

'But now, I need that winter warrior’s protection, more than anything. With no training, no allies, and nowhere to go, I’m on my own.

'My voice isn’t enough to protect myself or the ones I love. They’re about to drain me of my blood, my life.

'And I have nothing to save me, but my love. My warrior. Is it too late, for us both?'

Source : publisher's blurb