Juniper thought she was finally free, escaping her father's cruel grip. Her life changes when she meets Asher, whose scent reveals he is her destined mate. The spark between them is undeniable, but the world around them is collapsing.
The turmoil of a devastating epidemic known as the red death ravages the shifter community, leaving desperation in its wake. With every passing day, the stakes grow higher and the only hope lies in the fabled unicorn, whose horn possesses the miraculous power to cure the afflicted.
Juniper faces a choice: risk everything for love or cling to her new freedom. Asher’s secret masks a truth that could doom her. Will they claim a life together or will love—like magic—cost them everything?
Juni slid onto a bar stool, heart pounding like she was getting ready to do something naughty. She and Clover had just moved into their little house, and now that her sister had stability, tonight was the night she would start living.
The Unicorn had a warmth to it that invited people in. The dim interior offered many nooks and crannies for couples to hide in, and when she found a lover perhaps she’d be just like them. Then a scent caught her attention. Something … sweet, with a touch of spice thrown in.
“Are you old enough to be sitting there?”
Juni looked up into eyes so pale they looked almost silver. “I’m twenty-three.”
The man was beautiful. Light blond hair, muscles that strained against his shirt. The scent, she realized, came from him. It didn’t take a genius to realize what it meant. This man was her mate. She felt the pulse down into her soul, but along with that shocking revelation was the knowledge he wasn’t a wolf. In fact, she couldn’t smell any type of shifter hormone on him at all. Her mate, apparently, was a human.
“In that case, what’s your poison?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never had a drink before.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Well, we need to fix that right away. Usually, I can tell what a person’s favorite drink of choice is. I’ve never worked with a blank canvas.” He tilted his head to study her. “You like chocolate?”
“Who doesn’t?”
“Then I’ve got the perfect drink.”
