My Evil Fae

There’s a family superstition: if you don’t get married (or rather, don’t give birth) by the age of twenty-six, then everything in life will go downhill. I’m already twenty-five, and I don’t have a steady relationship. So what should I do? Naturally—find the right candidate! One who fits all the criteria: driven, smart, successful. And blue-eyed—of course—a brunette!

And if he has a terrible character? Doesn’t matter! I won’t have to marry him. The main thing is good genes.

Contains profanity.