RUNAWAY FAE

FAE BY EMAIL


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When Shauna escaped Faeland into the world of mortals, the last person she expected to see was Liam, her childhood friend—the Fairy who’d betrayed her family.

He was a Darkling. His touch such revolt her. She should despise his kisses—not swoon from them.

Rating: Spicy-adult situations and language.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance.

RUNAWAY FAE

 By

 A. J. Cove

 

 

(copyright by A.J. Cove, February 2009

Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, February 2009

ISBN 978-60394-278-2

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

Chapter One

“If you have a problem with what I’m doing, Liam, that’s just too bad. I’m an adult and can make my own decisions.” Shauna glared up at her long time friend, annoyed that he had decided to block her opening into the human world. “I just thought you’d be supportive.”

Liam ran a finger down her cheek, staring into her eyes. She trembled and pulled away and he sighed. “Shauna, you are a princess, aFaerie princess. You cannot leave Faeland without an armed escort. No matter how old you are, that’s still true.”

She frowned, wanting more than anything to throw a childish tantrum right about then. “Like I need you to remind me of that, Liam? I’m reminded of who I am every freaking day when I have to sit in court with my parents, ruling over stupid, boring problems that these stupid boring people have.”

With a growl, he grasped her by both arms and held her against his chest. She forced herself not to pay attention to her nipples skimming against his hard chest. This was her friend, and because they had both developed over the last twenty-five years, into adult Fae, lately, she had trouble remembering that.

She had wrestled with Liam in the grass down by the lake, sparred with him in the school yard when the instructor wasn’t watching. Now, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from his body, all muscles and hardness in so many right places. She bit her lip thinking of it. But she didn’t want anything to change between them. Liam didn’t see it that way. So, she was leaving sooner than later.

He glared down at her and then his gaze dropped to her mouth. He had caught the movement of her biting her lip, and seemed mesmerized by it. Shauna squirmed against him to get free. It had the opposite effect. “Shauna, you and I ....”

“No.” She shook her head. “We’re friends, Liam. We’ll always be friends. But right now, I have to leave.”

“Why?” She heard the hurt in his voice. It was no secret to her that Liam was content with living his entire life in Faeland. Even when he had been offered the position of retriever, he turned it down because it would mean leaving Faeland too often. She couldn’t respect that. “Why can’t you just stay, Shauna?”

“I’m sorry.”

He kissed her then, rough and hard. Shauna allowed it because she would miss him with all her heart. And because he tasted so good. The tip of his tongue parted her lips, while she curled into his firm hold. The erection he sported was stiff against her stomach, making her want to stroke it, to feel it inside her. She was dizzy with his kisses and took a long time to remember her vow. Friends and only friends. Nothing more.

She pulled away from him when his mouth trailed to her neck. “Let me go, Liam. Please let me go.” She cupped his face in her hands. “You know how unhappy I’ve been here, how this simple life just isn’t for me. I want excitement and adventure. If I thought you wanted it too, I would say come with me.”

The shock of her words was clear on Liam’s handsome face. He paced some feet away in the brush. He rubbed at his neck as he appeared to be listening to the sounds of night around them. She had chosen a perfect time, midnight when all the Fae were at the Festival of Magic. No one would notice them missing. Hopefully.

“It just seems wrong to let you go without telling someone. You are a princess ....”

“Don’t start that again. And I know you won’t betray me, Liam. Please, you can’t betray me.” She rushed to his side, looking up at him to gauge his unspoken decision. “Once, you said you would do anything for me.”

“I was drunk ... and off duty.” He had the grace to laugh. “I said some things that shouldn’t have been said.”

Shauna ran a hand down the front of his uniform, feeling his muscles tense. She wasn’t above seducing him to get what she wanted. Liam’s growing feelings for her were obvious to everyone who watched him stare at her whenever they were in the same room. He could be stronger, she thought. Wilder, more dangerous. She had never told him that.

“You said you love me,” she began. “So that wasn’t true? It was just the drink talking?”

“Shauna.”

“Tell me, Liam,” she demanded, already realizing her plan of seduction would not work. She was still a tomboy at heart. “Explain to me why you lied to me about how you feel. Tell me you say one thing and mean another.”

He grabbed for her again, but she moved out of reach.

“Loving you means caring for you. Making sure you’re okay.”

“You’re not my guard! I left them in the town hall, partying like everyone else. Getting drunk, and saying what they don’t mean to some other unsuspecting virgin.”

Liam’s features darkened. She had gone too far. Backing up a step, she tripped over something on the ground. When she would have fallen, he caught her. Then, with a wave of his hand, easily executing his magic, he closed the portal she had opened earlier. “Your guards may not be doing their job, but I am. I am still a royal guard, despite not being assigned to you. It’s my duty to watch over the king’s family. Period. Now, I am taking you back to the party. Or if you prefer, I can escort you home.”

She fell into step beside him with no choice since he still had a firm hold on her arm. “Always safe,” she muttered.

“Excuse me?”

She spoke louder, “I said, you’re always playing it safe. I’m sure that will make a nice common Fae very happy some day. After all, you’d be shooting too high for your station to pursue me.”

Shauna knew she was hurting him more with her words, but she was bitterly disappointed. For months, she had planned and plotted to go. All that time, she had hoped he would give in and go with her. Instead, Liam had blocked her escape. Right then, she hated him.

Liam walked stiff and proud at her side. “You’ve made how you feel very clear to me, Princess. The carefree children we were are in the past, as you’ve said. And apparently, so is our friendship.”

Tears welled in her eyes. I’msorry. She would have to start all over again to find a way of escape, and this time, if Liam had no reason to keep an eye on her, she might succeed.

* * * *

Shauna stepped stiffly up to the palace door and nodded regally to Liam, something she never did to anyone. It had the desired effect of making him back off. He gave a small bow but waited until she opened the door. When had he become such a stick in the mud, she wondered? Years ago, he had gone skinny-dipping with her in the lake at five in the morning. It was freezing cold and drizzling. They were so stupid, but they had fun.

Now, as she paused on the step with her hand on the knob to go inside, she noticed the moonlight shimmering in his midnight hair as it curled about his handsome face and pointed ears. It was true, with his build, those smoky grey eyes and that considerate disposition, some woman would consider herself lucky to have him. But not her. It couldn’t be her. Not because she was above him being a princess. She hated herself for saying that to him. But because she craved adventure and Liam craved security. They would never meld well together, would be at each other’s throats before a year was out, just like they were now.

“Goodnight, Liam,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

It hurt. She turned to go when an explosion lit up the night sky. Both of them spun toward the orange ball curling up from the town hall. When Shauna would have run back down the path leading there, Liam stopped her. “No, you go inside where it’s safe. I’ll send a guard to protect you.”

She shook her arm free. “No, I’m not staying here while my family’s down there. Something is going on, and I intend to find out what.” She started off again, but this time Liam lifted her off her feet. As hard as she struggled against him, it was pointless. Shoving open the palace door, Liam called out to her family’s long time caretaker, “Ultan!” The old faerie shuffled into the hall. “Make sure she stays. For good measure, I’m putting a spell on all exits so she can’t come out before someone releases it.”

Shauna stood in the lobby of her home fuming and worried. The explosions continued, and now as she watched Liam cast the spell and run down the trail, she saw that the fire was laced with red and black around the edges. Every Faerie knew what that meant. Evil. Something evil was attacking their village, and as far as she knew, it had never happened before.

A check of all the windows and doors of her home indicated that Liam had kept his word. Each time she shoved against the doors or windows, they held. None opened more than an inch before an unseen force slammed them closed again. She tried magic of her own, as she had been trained right along side Liam as he developed over the years.

When a warm glow started in her hand, she pointed toward the door. “Oscail láithreach bonn!”

The door shook against its hinges, but didn’t give. She tried again with the same results. Then after trying for two hours, the door suddenly gave. It blew off the hinges and slid out across the bushes that lined the grounds around her home. Shauna darted out of the opening and ran full speed toward the town hall.

The explosions had stopped a half-hour before, but she heard screams still as she neared the area where the Festival was held. She gasped in shock and terror as she witnessed her countrymen fighting the dark magic cast by tall slender creatures with skin as black as the night sky. The hollow ting of swords clashing and dull thud of one entering flesh, made her stomach turn.

Shauna’s thoughts were of her family, her mother and father and older brother. They must be safe. She couldn’t imagine why the guards hadn’t escorted them back to the castle as she had been left. And though Liam had promised to send a guard to her, none had ever arrived. Fear drove her forward, to search the area for those she loved.

The hall was destroyed. Only rubble remained where the old hall had stood for over three hundred years. Tears sprung to Shauna’s eyes as she stumbled over the debris. When she fell, she cut her hand on a discarded sword, and she picked it up. It hung too heavy, but she gripped it in two hands while searching.

“Help me, please!” It was her mother, somewhere in the trees beyond the scene of destruction. Shauna ran carefully to avoid turning her ankle. When she burst through the trees to a small clearing, it was to find her mother being attacked by one of the dark creatures.

Without thought, Shauna charged, holding the sword out in front of her. When the point pierced its back skin and it screamed on the night air, Shauna spewed the contents of her stomach. She dropped the thing dead at her mother’s feet.

Shauna wiped her mouth on her once beautiful ball gown, now stained with soot and dirt, torn from sharp items snagging it. She tumbled into her mother’s arms. “Mother, what happened? What’s going on? Where is Father and my brother?”

“Shh, baby. Calm down first.” Her mother told her to calm down, but she felt the woman trembling. Her mother had always been the strong one, standing up to anything, including her husband. She didn’t like to experience the situation that could bring her mother to her knees.

“Mother, where is our family? Where is Liam ... or ... the other guards?” Shauna was terrified of hearing the words that she knew her mother would say.

“They are dead.” Her voice quivered. “First the guards, then your father and brother. Those monsters came from portals all around the hall. I don’t even know how they could open so many at once and then for us not to know ahead of time. Our magic was no match.”

Shauna sobbed against her mother’s chest. “Mother, you saw my father and brother die. What about Liam? Please tell me you aren’t sure, that maybe he can be around here somewhere.”

Her mother shook her head. “I’m sorry, Shauna. I know how much you loved him, even if you denied it. Everyone else saw love growing between the two of you. Your father and I discussed it, him being a guard and you a princess. It would not have been proper for you to marry him.” Her voice broke. “But your father would have given you anything.”

Shauna cried out, “No, Mother. It-I-I broke off our friendship just tonight. I said things that I didn’t mean to him. I was cruel. And now, he’s gone and I can’t make it better.”

Her mother tightened her hold, as they sat under the waning moon, with smoke and ash in the air. The screams lessened, the clang of swords died away, and the black creatures slid out through portals as the sun rose in the sky over the weeping Faerie village.




 


 




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Trapped by her past, Maiven knows there's no escape, no hope that she'll ever have a life beyond what's she's endured for ten long years-until her berserk computer sends her to Faemail and she hooks up with a strange-gorgeous male who seems to think he's fae.

Fallon's more than just drop dead, gorgeous, though, and more than a 'little' strange, he brings magic into her life.

Rating: Spicy.

Genre: Fantasy Romance.

FAE BY EMAIL

By

A. J. COVE

 


 

© copyright June 2007, A.J. Cove

Cover art by Jenny Dixon, © copyright June 2007

ISBN 973-1-60394-041-2

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

 


Chapter One

“Come on, Maiven,” Jeb coaxed, his eyes clearly ripping her clothes off as he leaned his narrow hip against the edge of her desk, “you’re a bitch in heat and you know it.”

Maiven tossed the day-old contents of her favorite kitty mug into his face, “Get the hell out, Jeb. I’m not telling you again.”

With a move faster than lightening, Jeb enclosed her wrist with talon-like fingers, gripping so tightly, Maiven cried out at the pain. She tugged to free herself, even scratching at his hand to no avail.

“Stop it, Jeb. Let me go.”

Just inches from her face, his seedy eyes narrowed and his rancid breath cut off her oxygen supply. He spat his usual threat. At times like this, she knew she was trapped and had no way out.

“At the snap of my fingers, I can have your legs spread and take what I want, as often as I want.” He shoved her away from him so that she caught a bare heel against the edge of the small file cabinet and fell heavily into her seat. The aged metal creaked in protest under her weight and she righted herself with trembling hands on the arms of the chair.

“You have no right--”

“I have every right!” He grabbed a hand full of her hair and bent forward again, inhaling its honey scent. “Mmm, that’s nice. Just remember, Mai. I own you.”

She sat silently enduring his treatment. She’d pushed him too far by tossing the coffee at him. If she could have called it back, she would have. It didn’t pay to antagonize him. Not ever. She was lucky this time. He didn’t hit her.

When he was quiet too long, she risked a look up at him. The tiny bloodshot eyes were full of lust and locked on her nipples, plainly outlined through her Hello Kitty nightie. She hated how often he managed to catch her before she was able to dress in the morning.

She despised his greasy black hair, too long as it hung in thick clumps past his hairy ears. The dull brown eyes, the elongated nose, the fishy lips along with a ridiculously thin body all culminated to make up the man she hated most in the world. He was her employer and the one who had held her prisoner from the day she turned eighteen, ten years ago. Was her crime, so long ago, worth this almost daily humiliation?

“No, don’t hide those jugs from me, Mai. Let me get my eyes full.” He yanked on the arm covering her breasts. She flinched at the vulgar term and Jeb laughed in her face. “Aww, the little princess doesn’t like my fancy language?”

“Get out of here, Jeb. Let me get back to work. Gambling takes concentration.” She attempted to swivel her chair to face her computer, but he stopped her.

“Concentration, huh? Not for you. Anyway, you’ll get back to work when I say you do and not a minute sooner.” A bony hand slid over the gunk in his hair, before he mashed it against the leg of his jeans.

He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him. Gambling, her glamorous profession, came somewhat easily--most of the time. And Jeb wasn’t above cashing in on it with his constant threats of prison for her if she didn’t do what he said. His ‘no statute of limitations on murder, Maiven’ had her doing his bidding for years.

He must be down on his luck again. It was the only time he stayed around long enough to ride her back. When things were going well, Jeb was nowhere to be seen, which was how Mai liked it. She made him the money and he spent it on fast girls, trying to impress them with wealth he didn’t have. Then he’d come back, putting pressure on Mai to produce.

And when he didn’t have the money to buy his own girls, he sniffed around her. But she’d told him from day one, she’d rather rot in a hundred jails than jump into his bed for a second. It must be the only reason why he had never followed up on his threat to take her against her will. Well, that and Mrs. Kitt.

As if on cue, she had just caught the delicate tinkle of Mrs. Kitt’s bell, when she hopped up to Mai’s kitchen windowsill. With the welcome sound, it was only a matter of seconds before she would be free of Jeb for at least another two days.

The lustful expression on Jeb’s face froze in place. The fingers of one hand worried a matted lock of hair and he began a careful inching toward the door. Mai suppressed a giggle. As if an animal wouldn’t smell his funky breath long before it entered the room, she thought.

She eased back in her chair until the rusty gears allowed her to tilt enough to view the doorway. Mrs. Kitt paused on entrance with one front paw raised as if questioning whether her nose and her keen eyes were fooling her. She nodded at her kitty, knowing Mrs. Kitt would take care of Jeb.

Mai returned her amused gaze to her boss who was still slowly making his way to the door. When Mrs. Kitt let go of a growl fit to put the fear of feline in a bulldog, Jeb screeched like a girl and barrowed through Mai’s office door, across the living room, and slammed into the closed front door. Before he could grasp the door knob and stifle the blood streaming from his nose, Mrs. Kitt swiped a claw across his bare ankle. A moment later, Jeb was gone. Mai tumbled over onto the carpet holding her stomach and laughing.

“Mrs. Kitt, you got him good,” she shrieked between giggles. With a mewl and confident stroll, her pet returned. Mai could almost see the snap of furry fingers in the air. “I don’t know why Jeb’s so terrified of you, Mrs. Kitt, but good riddance. Now I have to take a shower and scrub down the place to get rid of his smell.”

She lifted her pet onto her lap and stroked her lovingly. “He’s so stupid, Mrs. Kitt, scared of an ordinary cat.” She held the cat up, and stared into its face, eye to eye. “What, is he scared you’ll tell his secrets or something? Well, just don’t tell mine.”

* * * *

Mai’s back was pressed against the shower wall, allowing the jet of warm water to gently wash away the last of the suds from her damp, mocha skin. Her chest heaved with her ragged breaths as she eased two fingers from between her legs.

Jeb had been right on one head. She was in heat. Mai had been craving a man so badly for so long, at one point she’d even considered Jeb. Of course, after discussing it with Mrs. Kitt, the loyal pet had nipped her ankle and brought her to her senses. Jeb was no substitute for a real man--and apparently neither were her fingers.

Mai leaned a hand against the cool tile just under the shower head and used her other hand to stroke her moist, swollen center. The steam, the steady ping of the water bouncing off of the shower floor and the near-chant of her ‘I want a man’ all worked to bring her to climax. Yet, even then she was dissatisfied. Only the stiff erection of a flesh- and-blood male could ease her ache.

Mai stepped from the shower, dried herself, and dragged a comb through her newly dyed honey brown hair before slipping into an over-sized tee and padding out to her office to power up her outdated computer. Working at home wasn’t all it was hyped up to be. “If Jeb wasn’t such a sleaze, Mrs. Kitt, I’d be allowed to get a new computer.”

While the ancient contraption booted at the speed of a slug, she shuffled around the various cat paraphernalia on her overcrowded desk, searching for her mug. Fresh coffee should get the gambling juices flowing this morning.

On her return from the kitchen with a steaming Joe, Mai flopped down in her chair to find a screen popping and fizzing with blue and purple dots chasing each other around in the too small square of her monitor. Mai gave it a good whack on the side, which had always worked previously. The dots ran faster and Mai found herself almost imagining each had tiny little legs.

“Lord, I really am losing it.”

A few more whacks and internet explorer popped up on the screen, the cursor blinking in the address bar. Mai stared a moment and then entered her first web address--www.truegamble.com. The computer popped and fizzed, then switched to www.fae-email.com. Mai tried again.

“T-R-U-E gamble, stupid.” Some auto correct feature switched the name again. Mai screeched and pounded the monitor. The screen remained a white blank, yet the hour glass rotated repeatedly in the middle of the screen. After half a dozen times, Mai gave up and let it search for the fae-email site. Maybe it would be a temporary distraction from her problems. Finally, after an eternity, more blue and purple dots danced and then melted to form words.

“Welcome to Fae-Email.com, the number one site for accessing all of Faeland through the Internet.” Colorful sparkles followed her pointer and she called over her shoulder, “Mrs. Kitt, you should see all these colors and dots. It’s so cute.” The sleepy cat joined her but gave no indication of caring or understanding one way or another.

Suddenly, a pop-up window came onto the screen while Mai continued to watch. A tiny fairie with green-spotted wings like a luna moth and a white glittering dress with matching shoes, flew happily within the new window.

Mai noticed her lips moving, but couldn’t hear her words and she reached out to click on her sound. The tiny, sweet voice rang out immediately.

“Hello, there. Would you like to set up an email account today?”

Playing along, Mai muttered, “Sure why not?” Instantly, the original screen melted into a sign-up form. “Wow.”

“Login Name?”

Still not believing what she was seeing, Mai tossed out a few silly choices, “HotMai2007? MaiNeedsAMan?”

“Both are available. Which one?”

Mai blinked at the screen, an unsettling growing within her. She glanced down at the floor where her microphone, broken beyond repair, lay in pieces. Something fishy was going on here.

“MaiNeedsAMan,” she whispered cautiously. The line for the login name filled in with the name at the pointing of the fairie’s glowing finger tip.

Mai shoved her chair away and stood. She pointed wildly toward the screen. “Mrs. Kitt, do you see that? Do you see?”

Mrs. Kitt yawned and went back to sleep after taking a quick peek. Mai was on her own. She didn’t dare go near the screen again, but the fairie was still speaking to her. Carefully, lest something explode, she reached to snap off the sound. The fairie’s voice continued without hindrance.

Mai bit her thumb nail, tugged at her wild hair and muttered to herself. This was a dream. She was in her bedroom asleep, because this was not real.

* * * *

“Ok, you’re all finished, Maiven. Will there be anything else?”

How did she know her full name? Mai was about to go into cardiac arrest. Surely she couldn’t take any more of this dream. It felt so real. She needed to wake up before her brain gave her a heart attack without meaning to.

“No,” she forced out. “There won’t be anything else.”

“Ok, you’re all set.” The fairie and her box popped and disappeared. The only thing left was the mailbox of MaiNeedsAMan and one new email sitting in her inbox already.

Slowly, Mai returned to her chair and sat down. With an unsteady hand, she clicked on the message. It was from The Man For You. She nearly fainted at the message.

“Hi, Maiven. I would love to get to know you better. Attached, you’ll find my profile. If you like what you see, drop me an email, Fallon.”