Caged : An Urban Fantasy & Mystery
The Fae Awakening
Before reading Caged, I do recommend reading the short stories available individually or in the print volume of Capture.
Imprisoned after the Albino’s attack on the Sidhe; Hunter and his friends find themselves trapped by an invisible force field, fighting to escape. Several of their friends have gone missing, forcing them to look for clues and meet new Fae along the way.
The Albino attempts to coerce the humans to his side, revealing his plans and making their friends suffer. Working as janitors, the humans can only hope the Albino doesn’t take things too far.
Will Hunter’s team survive sadistic guards, angry prisoners, and unpredictable Fae?
Read Caged, book 3 of the Fae Awakening, to continue Hunter’s journey.
6 Reviews | Average: 4 Stars
5 Star Review
The books are short and easy to read and it's just good solid entertainment.
Caged is the third in The Fae Awakening series and it is every bit as good as the first two books.
I recommend the entire series and hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this ebook from the author and this is my honest and freely given opinion.
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