Fairest of the Faire (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 9781509201686
ISBN Print: 9781509201679
Page Count: 296
Word Count: 75600
Rating: Spicy
MSRP: 15.99

Schoolteacher Connie Meyers is suddenly a young widow, her husband killed in a horrific car accident. Heartbroken to find out he had gambled away everything they had, she moves to her sister-in-law's Midwest home to rebuild her life. A trip to the local Renaissance Faire with her nieces leads to a summer job as a costumed storyteller.
Avowed bad boy and fair performer Gage Younglood is infatuated with Connie at first sight. Despite his deliberately commitment-free life, and Connie's don't-touch-me attitude, he soon has her in his arms, realizing quickly she is also in his heart.
When she is threatened by her late husband's bookie, he steps into the role of protector, his fate forever sealed with hers.


“Who said anything about a relationship?” he said, standing up so he could tower over her again. “I’m just trying to have a little fun. You know, fun?”

If he’d been an animal, she was sure he’d have had hair raised on the back of his neck, he seemed so angry, and it struck her painfully. She hadn’t wanted to anger him or hurt him. She turned away from him and closed her eyes to tamp down the tears she knew would come if she let them. She crossed her arms over her chest, to hold in the pain. Being tired made her much too vulnerable.

“Yes,” she finally said. “I know about fun. Life isn’t always fun, though.”

“Princess.” His voice was soft, tender. “I won’t hurt you. It’s not in my plan.”

Despite herself, she felt the shivers of desire race down from her shoulders, down her arms and legs, and back up to that secret, soft place at her core. She bowed her head and gritted her teeth, hoping for the feeling to go away.

“And what is your plan, Gage?”

“It’s a simple plan. I want you to feel good. I want to feel good, too.”

She could feel him warm, almost hot, behind her. It was comforting, and soothing, which made no sense. It was all a lie, she knew, but it felt so good, it felt so right, that she stood still, not knowing what to do. When he leaned down and softly touched his lips to her exposed shoulder, she was suddenly aware of every nerve ending in her body. She didn’t move, just kept her head bent, holding her breath, waiting for him to move away.

But he didn’t move away. He stood there, so close he was almost touching her, not saying a word. She dared a shallow breath, then stepped away from him, walking away to take her place at the main path for the day’s opening. Her skin burned where he had touched it with his lips, and blood was rushing so fast through her head that she could hear it in her ears. She kept her hands clasped in front of her to resist reaching up and touching the spot he had kissed. There was no denying the effect Gage was having on her. He joined her as they waited for the gates to open. He looked down at her, and it made her face hot. But she just couldn’t look at him and maintain any kind of composure at this point. She’d not felt physical feelings for anyone in so long. Such feelings almost felt foreign, yet those same feelings now dredged up need and desire so strong it nearly took her breath away.

Was she really that desperate? She didn’t think she was. But her reaction to such a tiny touch was undeniable.

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