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    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court
    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court
    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court
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    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court

    By Amber Kell

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    JB has loved his husband Raine for three wonderful years. But when he answers an ad in the newspaper he discovers his entire perception of reality has been a lie. The fae have captured him and the fae queen has no intention of letting him go.

    Raine has secrets he’s been keeping from his temperamental man. Although he loves JB with all his heart, he’s worried what JB will do when he discovers Raine’s true identity. When JB is kidnapped, the truth must come out no matter the consequences.

    Can two stubborn men overcome their past in order to build a better future or will their love crumble between outside forces?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmber Kell
    Release dateAug 4, 2014
    ISBN9781311508959
    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court
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    Amber Kell

    Amber Kell is a dreamer who has been writing stories in her head for as long as she could remember.She lives in Seattle with her husband, two sons, three cats and one very stupid dog. To learn more about her current books or works in progress, check out her blog at http://amberkell.wordpress.com.Her fans can also reach her at amberkellwrites@gmail.com.

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    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court - Amber Kell

    Guitarist in the Fae Queen’s Court

    Copyright 2014 by Amber Kell

    First Edition: 2012

    Smashwords edition

    Cover design: Meredith Russell

    Editors: Jason Bradley, Erika Orrick

    Proofreader: Beany Sparks

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer, for free or for a fee. Such action is illegal and in violation of US Copyright law.

    TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

    The author acknowledges the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

    Band-Aid: Johnson & Johnson Corporation

    Dedication

    For everyone who enjoys a story with a bit of magic.

    Prologue

    Raine leaned back in his chair. The music rolled through him like aural sex. He couldn’t pull his gaze from the guitarist. The musician’s fingers flickered across the strings with an almost fae-like skill. Raine had entered the club to get a quick drink and hide from his troubles for a bit. He’d stayed because the man fingering the notes enthralled him. Despite the stories of fae abduction, rarely did the fae find humans enchanting. This one, with his whiskered face and careworn smile, had Raine pinned to the spot. He’d snarled at more than one bar-goer who stood between him and the gorgeous man on the stage. How dare they talk! How dare they even breathe while the guitarist played?

    Entranced, Raine couldn’t stop staring at the blond. An aura floated around him, calling to Raine. The guitarist’s bloodline must’ve been touched by the fae. Being a full prince, Raine knew when he saw a human with magical roots. The guitarist’s voice floated through the loud club as if he were singing just to Raine.

    A flash of blue eyes struck Raine like Cupid’s arrow. Oh, I’m going to make you mine, he whispered.

    He’d never coveted a person before, but this man—this beautiful man, he would belong to Raine.

    Chapter One

    Seeing the line of musicians filling the hallway, JB tightened his hold on his battered guitar case until the hard plastic bit into his fingers. Nerves rattled through his body like an earthquake, shattering his confidence as they went. He had to get this job. The cops had shut down the club where he currently played, claiming it was a drug haven or that it harbored prostitutes or something like that. He didn’t really pay attention until the ‘Closed’ sign went up, along with the boards across the windows. When JB had told Raine about the club shutting down, his lover had smiled crazily, like Christmas had come three months early.

    Raine had never liked the bar where JB worked. He always claimed the owner watched JB’s ass too much for Raine’s comfort. Of course, Raine didn’t appreciate the way anyone looked at JB or that other men had eyes.

    Hey, JB! Mike Nelson nodded from his spot farther up the line. Mike had gelled his short blond hair until it stood up in spikes, covered his arms with multiple bracelets, and dressed in strategically ripped clothing. His fit body drew more than one interested gaze.

    JB nodded back. He and Mike often auditioned for the same gigs. Mike had the sort of star presence most musicians dreamed about, while JB had a more low-key style. Needless to say, they weren’t buddies. They’d be frenemies if they’d been friends first.

    Quickly sliding into line, JB resolutely pushed the competition out of his mind. He needed to focus on his possible future employment. Nothing would derail him faster than fixating on Mike instead of focusing on his own music.

    The ad claimed the clients were looking for someone who could play a stringed instrument, vocals optional. Kind of an odd request, but a musician looking for work didn’t question eccentricity, especially considering the generous salary listed.

    How hard could performing for some VIPs be anyway? If it turned into a regular gig, JB could come home without reeking of cigarette smoke and booze for once. As long as the job didn’t involve removing his clothes, JB would take it if offered. Hell, forget that. He’d even be up for working in the nude if it got him a timely paycheck.

    He didn’t suffer from excessive modesty, even if his husband’s head would explode. Before he’d left the apartment, Raine had told JB to walk away if he had to take off even one piece of clothing. Because if they think they’re going to get a cheap thrill over my man, they’d better think again.

    Why Raine thought anyone else would want to see JB’s skinny, naked ass, he didn’t know, but Raine’s gravelly threat almost had him heading back to bed and letting the man mark him all over again. JB could still feel the sting from Raine’s teeth on his shoulder from the night before. Raine liked to leave reminders of their lovemaking on JB’s skin, as if warning others from his man.

    Unfortunately, JB really needed a job, and this one appealed to him more than any of the other auditions currently posted. If he didn’t get a gig soon, he might as well throw in the towel and live off his man.

    Raine would be ecstatic.

    After three years of living with Raine, JB knew he could survive just about anything as long as he had Raine beside him. Raine had helped JB through alcoholism, supported him with his struggling career, and removed him from a bad boyfriend situation. In return, Raine had JB’s complete devotion.

    Although JB knew he should be focusing on what he wanted to play, he couldn’t help glancing over the competition. There were the usual young, fresh kids, still in school and looking for a weekend gig, along with the sallow-complected older guys who’d seen more action than JB ever wanted to experience. JB exchanged head nods with a few musicians he recognized, and the rest of them, he ignored.

    They weren’t anything to worry about.

    Finding an empty space along the wall, JB slid until his butt reached the wooden floor then stretched out his feet in front of him. He might as well get comfortable. He knew from experience it would take at least a few hours before his turn came up, assuming they didn’t hire someone before they even heard him play. It wouldn’t be the first time. They were under no obligation to listen to JB just because he showed up. A musician’s

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