Outcast (Book Two of the Forever Faire Series): A Fae Fantasy Romance Novel Read Online Free PDF

sisters. As she hung up she grinned at the surly old man, who sat laboring over a stack of lists.
    “Want to find out your future, Larry?” she teased. “Louisa will give you a peek for twenty-five bucks.”
    He glowered up at her. “My name is Lawrence, and no, thank you. I have no future. I have nothing but these bloody menus to sort out. Roast turkey legs. Black peasant bread. Shepherd’s pie. Bah. The little ones will want none of it, and then they will cry, and I will be blamed. Again.”
    “So add on some burgers and hot dogs,” Christine advised him. “Or pizza and chicken nuggets. Those are the only four food groups for anyone under twelve.” She leaned over to kiss his gleaming scalp. “Say thank you, Larry.”
    “Thank you, saucy wench.” Lawrence’s lips twitched. “Now go on with you.”
    Christine didn’t mind that the old guy watched her butt as she left. He was a man, and she had a particularly fine ass. Most of the Forever Faire guys gave her appreciative looks when they thought she couldn’t see. Since she did the same to them, she figured it was fair. She never got a glance from Ryan, the big dude who ran the whole show, but he was too busy watching Kayla to notice her.
    And then there was Colm, who mostly gave her the stink eye.
    Christine saw the object of her affections standing in front of the cleared patch of ground where they’d set up the hatchet-toss game. He hadn’t taken down the CLOSED clock sign, she noted, but he was studying the targets like there’d be a pop quiz later.
    “Got a special going today,” she said as she joined him. “Six throws for a dollar, or a nice, slow kiss.”
    “We don’t charge for the games, and I don’t kiss the help.” For once he didn’t glare at her. “We need to have a word, Miss Marszalek.”
    “One day you’re gonna call me Christine,” she warned. “And I’m going to rip your clothes off.”
    His face turned to stone. “Please come with me now.”
    As she followed him to one of the tents where they stowed the show equipment, Christine wondered if she was still going to be employed in ten minutes. Something was up, judging by how polite he was being.
    Colm held the tent flap up for her to enter, and let it drop once he was inside. “I hope you’ve enjoyed working at the faire.”
    “Sure, I’ve loved everything. The job, the kids, looking at you, the food, the cool costumes, smelling you, the nice folks, your weird friends, wondering what you look like naked, and…” She stopped and thought for a moment. “Nope, that’s about it. Do I get my last paycheck before you boot me out the gate, or do you mail it to me? Because I don’t really have an address per se, and oh have mercy Colm .”
    The burst of dark light had lasted only as long as her cry of horror. A cascade of softer, golden stars erased the Colm that Christine knew, and replaced him with a lean, gorgeous upgrade. Her gaze bounced from his long mane of garnet hair to the silver filigree on his gleaming black boots and up again to meet his polished copper eyes.
    “’Tis easier to show what we are than it is to explain,” he said, his voice so warm and melodic each word caressed her skin. “I and the other men of Forever Faire are not mortal— not human—but Fae. Like me, they use the illusion of glamour to appear unremarkable.”
    “Uh-huh.” Christine felt woozy now. “So, you’re not going to eat my face off now, are you?”
    “We don’t eat mortal faces, or any other parts they possess.” His smile flooded her with gentle warmth. “We are your people, because you are only half-mortal. Your other half is Fae, like us.” He stepped quickly toward her, and supported her by the elbows a heartbeat before her knees buckled. “You have nothing to fear, Christine.”
    “Says the mighty, morphing, power stranger. Don’t let me pass out,” she told him as he led her over to a stack of crates, and sat her on top of them. “At the very least, I want to