Book One of the Irthsaiad Chronicles

Ealenn Hardsworry knows the tales: never let the Fair Folk inside, never accept their gifts, and never believe a word even though they cannot lie. But as the last surviving Hardsworry to run the family farm, she cannot afford to refuse help; when laundry begins folding itself overnight and she wakes to the floors swept, Ealenn accepts those favors willingly. Every legend describes the Fair Folk as cunning, wicked and always hungry for human flesh, but those warnings become difficult to heed when her mysterious helper reveals himself to be smug and a bit too clever for his own good.

When she is given a treasure which could plunge the kingdom into a second bloody war, Ealenn is trapped between mortal superstition and Fair Folk that will stop at nothing to take that treasure from her. When magic begins developing at her own fingertips, Ealenn’s farm must become her fortress. If she is discovered, Ealenn will lose everything she’s ever known. If she defends herself with newfound magic, she will be ostracized as a witch for the rest of her life. The only thing more dangerous than trusting the Fair Folk is falling in love with one, and no magic can protect Ealenn’s heart from a creature she knows will betray her.