Hunted (Book One of the Forever Faire Series): A Fae Fantasy Romance Novel Read Online Free PDF Page A

sight he turned right. Inexplicably he drove across the road, onto the shoulder, and headed directly for a barb-wire fence. Kayla put a hand to her chest and gasped. But at the last second Ryan pulled back on the handlebars and lifted the front wheel high in the air.
    “Is he out of his mind?” she muttered.
    But rather than crashing into the fence Ryan’s motorcycle sailed over it, exploding in mid-air with a burst of gold and copper light. Kayla shrieked and ran toward him, but the light abruptly faded and Ryan landed on the other side of the fence. She stumbled to a stop and stared after him as he crossed the pasture. Instead of Ryan on a motorcycle, there was a giant, pale-haired warrior astride a huge white stallion with a wild golden mane. He galloped off into the pines and vanished from sight.
    Kayla blinked a few times before she remembered to breathe.
    “It was a horse. I knew it. But how did he–”
    The glare of oncoming headlights made Kayla squint. She realized she’d moved onto the road. As she backed up onto the shoulder, a white and blue patrol car slowly rolled to a stop beside her. The passenger window lowered.
    “Evening, Miss.”

    K ayla took a moment to compose herself. Not only had she just encountered the most gorgeous creature she’d ever seen, he’d vaulted over a barbwire fence on a motorcycle-turned-stallion. But if this police officer was like the others in Florida, he wouldn’t have seen a thing. She glanced back at the pasture before she put on her best innocent-citizen face. True to Ryan’s words, the promised help had arrived.
    “Hi, there, Officer.”
    “Bit cold to be out walking tonight.” He jerked his thumb toward the back of his cruiser. “That your rental car five miles down the road?”
    “Yes, yes, it is. I ran out of gas, and my phone is dead.”
    Kayla bent down so she could see his face and make sure he wasn’t a dark-haired brute or a golden-haired demon. The cop was double-chinned, tired-eyed and completely bald. She relaxed a little.
    “Could you possibly give me a lift to the nearest service station?” she said.
    “No need for that. I called our tow guy for your car, and he carries gas for run-outs.” He reached across to open the door. “Hop in and I’ll drive you back.”
    The interior of the patrol car was comfortably warm, and once she belted herself in, Kayla took off her gloves to hold her hands in front of the vents.
    “There’s some coffee there,” the cop said, nodding at the thermos cup in the console holder. “Black, but it’s still hot.”
    “Terrific, thanks.” Kayla removed the lid before taking a sip and sighing. “That’s really good.”
    “My wife sends a thermos with me when I’m on patrol,” he told her, “to keep me out of the donut shops.”
    Kayla cradled the cup between her palms and resisted the urge to glance back over her shoulder again.
    “Does that work?”
    “She thinks it does.” The cop chuckled.
    If she told him about her encounter with Ryan he’d take her to the nearest psych ward, so she’d have to be careful.
    “While I was walking I thought I saw someone riding out in that pasture back there. Is it part of a ranch?”
    “The fenced property across from the woods?” He shook his head. “That belongs to the old Moffett Ski Lodge. They shut down back in the eighties, but the Forever Faire uses it when they come to town.”
    “Forever Faire. Pretty name.”
    There was something about it that sounded familiar, too. Kayla tried to recall if her dad had mentioned it, but her memory came up empty. She took another sip of coffee.
    “What is Forever Faire,” she said, “like a county thing?”
    “It’s a traveling Renaissance fair,” he said. “They spend every winter here in Ashdale. They set up their camp around the lodge, you know, like an old medieval village. They do archery and sword fights and jousts and such.” He rolled his eyes. “I never got into all that Dark Ages stuff, but they’re a