"I've found that pain makes liars." His voice was husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers."
His finger slid through the slick mess he had made of me, and I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him. 
But I desperately wanted and needed more of him.

Sage is a young woman who is lonely and down on her luck. One day, she falls into a fairy ring and is immediately swept up by a mysterious man who takes her captive.
Fynn is a fae prince who was cursed by a water witch to find his mate within a hundred years. Otherwise, he'll lose everything.
When Sage falls into his path, he is concerned she is somehow connected to his enemies and refuses to trust her. However, he can't deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for her.
Falling for my Fae Captor is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Falling for my Fae Captor

The woods were cool, the green of the leaves just starting to turn in some places. I watched them as we passed, the limbs seeming to reach toward Fynn as we moved.


"Who's Lord Fynn?" I asked after a couple of hours of silence.


"What?" Fynn asked, pretending like he hadn't heard me. I could feel the way his back straightened though, and I knew that he knew what I was referencing.


"The bandits the other day. They were saying something about bringing an end to Lord Fynn. Kind of weird that you guys have the same name. Is Fynn a common name around here?" I tried to sound casual.


Fynn shushed me. "Keep your voice down," he ordered. "Yes, it's a common name. Fynn is just the prince of one of the courts here. Did you never take a politics lesson in school?"


"All my political science classes centered around old presidents." I shrugged. He either thought I was a liar or crazy, so a little more genuine honesty wasn't going to persuade him any further toward one or the other.


Chapter 12 : Traveling Light