Fae High Summer Hunt by Renee Michaels Page A

warriors who’d taken him in and had trained him to fight. After a few years, the group had fallen apart when their tyrant leader was murdered. One of the warriors had done the deed, but no one had dared admit to it.
    “You’re quiet, even with such a reward?” Queen Titania’s sharp words broke into his thoughts. Even though the Seelie were the lighter court, they were still not to be messed with—especially not their queen.
    “Forgive me, Your Highness. I give thought to all potential employment I undertake. I just—”
    “You had thoughts of declining.” She frowned at him, her disappointment marring some of that golden beauty.
    “This isn’t quite my kind of work. I’m surprised you would choose me for this.” Even as he spoke, he still wasn’t entirely keen on accepting this proposal.
    “I’ve chosen you for a good reason.” The queen snapped her fingers again. This time the door opened behind him.
    He kept his gaze on Queen Titania even though he wanted to look. Everything in him that was a warrior demanded him to stay fully aware. He kept his other senses alert, and instead of hearing the heavy footsteps of her guard, the soft swish of fabric and dainty footfalls pattered through the chamber.
    He turned his head slightly to see a golden goddess whose beauty rivalled even the queen’s, although he’d never speak those words aloud. Defacing that perfection were horrible bruises upon her pale, delicate throat. Anger boiled in his veins. His jaw tensed, and he averted his gaze before his reaction became apparent.
    Moments ago, he’d been determined to turn the job down without a second thought despite the queen’s displeasure, but now…now he wasn’t so sure he could. He couldn’t just sit back and let whoever had tried to take this woman’s life succeed, but he wouldn’t dare allow feelings to play any role in this. The girl was a noble.
    Neither sympathy nor any other emotion would distract him from his goal. He was a professional.
    Distant pain threatened to well up. Nobles. They couldn’t be trusted. His parents had supposedly been nobility, too proud of their titles and power to consider what would happen to him. Now he skirted both the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Neither claimed him, but both used his talents. He’d been a by-product of a Seelie mingling with an Unseelie. Very, very few could claim that same hell.
    “Doyle Kearney, I’d like you to meet Lady Niamh McNamara. She’ll be under your protection.”
    Lady McNamara gasped. “Your Highness, I don’t see how this is necessary.” She turned her gaze to him, suspicion darkening her eyes.
    “Do you need a mirror, child?” the queen said. She hadn’t lost her temper. Yet. But he knew Titania didn’t like her will questioned. And both he and Lady McNamara were doing such. The queen glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow and pursing her lips in question.
    Doyle knew when to concede. He bowed at the waist. “As you wish, Your Highness.”
     
     
     
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    About the Author
     
    Renee Michaels lives in sunny south Florida. She started to write as a creative outlet during her husband’s extended illness. Now she can’t imagine doing anything else.
     
    She has books published with Liquid Silver Books, Red Rose Publishing, Samhain Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing, and a full-length. She contributed a story to the anthology Carnal Machines, published by Cleis Press, which won a gold medal at the Ippy Awards.
     
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