The Bee Prince

She found the book on a Tuesday in November. By Christmas, she'd promised her life to a man two centuries older than the city he loved.** Wren Hollis is an archivist at the New York Public Library - twenty-six years old, quietly weird, devoted to the dead and the things they leave behind. Her life is small, and it is hers, and it suits her. Until she finds a book in the rare collections that should not exist. It is warm to the touch. It calls her by name. And it is signed by a great-great-great-grandmother her family has refused to speak of for a hundred and fifty years. The man who comes to find her is two hundred and sixty-three years old. He is a prince of a hidden court that lives beneath the city in the iron of its bridges and the bones of its buildings. He is slightly too cold to the touch. He keeps bees in a townhouse on Bank Street. And the pact Wren's bloodline made with his court in 1872 - the pact that has held the seams of the city together for a hundred and fifty years - is breaking. A door is opening in the East River. A brother-prince has been planning his betrayal for a century. And the candle that lights, the night they bind themselves to each other, in the center of Wren's chest, is going to burn for the rest of her life - however long, after this, that turns out to be. *A slow-burn, fated-bond romantasy of hidden New York. A line of witches reaching back through generations. A prince who keeps bees. And a love that costs everything it gives.* ***For readers of A Court of Thorns and Roses, A Discovery of Witches, The Cruel Prince, and Practical Magic.