Tradition can really put a damper on wanderlust.

Ember has come of seelie age, however, the spirited heir of the Spring Fae Court hasn't chosen a mate yet. Per the court's ancient custom, it's time for her to run the Springfest Sprint! The males are ready to claim their mates, and many have their sights on the elusive princess. But she's got a plan...

Hide until this nonsense is over.

It's not foolproof or typical of the feisty fae, but it’s better than getting bound to a terrible kisser, a pompous bragger, or really… anyone. When she runs into a male who ruins her hiding spot, she has to decide if he's an enemy or ally.