Pixie Dust

Emily:
Everyone dreams of meeting their soulmate. But I am not a dreamer. It's not a luxury you can afford if you grow up like I did. So I did what everyone would have done in my place: I created him. I've followed every rule, read every sign, prepared everything a girl could possibly prepare. Only one piece is missing: a voice. Halloween. Two weeks. Then I've read somewhere that my window will close, and the planet will shift or something. That's why the band hired me, even if they don't know it. But it's hard to keep my head straight when Micah sings. God, that voice. The reason why I'm here and the reason why I'm getting lost. And the way he looks at me, like I'm the reason he's alive. Halloween. Two weeks. I just need to not fall in love before then.

Micah:
Emily. Emily. Emily.
I never had troubles before. Some say it's more difficult if you humanize them, give them a name, and all. That's not me. Before Emily, it was easy. But then she came into my life, and now I don't know what to do. I can't kill her. I can't kiss her. I can't let her go. And Halloween is approaching. Will I be able to do what I have to, or will I risk everything for her?
Deep down, I'm scared I already know the answer.

Pixie Dust is a dark paranormal rockstar romance with an obsessive hero, a Halloween countdown, and a guaranteed HEA. A bloody one.

Certain fairytales are better told in the dark.