Bound (A Faery Story 1)

twenty pounds and bleach her hair blonde. She’d never been willing

to go blonde. Her auburn hair was the only thing she truly liked about

her looks, but she’d tried to lose the weight. It hadn’t worked. Of

course, Beck hadn’t seemed to mind her weight.

“Bloody hell,” a fast-talking voice said from the background.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Seriously, you are one fucking

beautiful consort. Look at that glow. Are those tits real? No one has

real tits where I come from. Fucking plastic surgeons screw up

everything. Pretty soon we’ll all have plastic dicks, and what fun will

that be? Let me tell you something, babe, the day they come for my

cock and fangs is the day I leave my home plane forever.”

Meg’s eyes widened as she took in the slick-looking vampire.

Perfectly white fangs peeked from behind sensual lips, so there was

no denying what he was. She had landed in an all-out, go-for-broke,

freaky dream. Maybe she should start calling herself Alice because

apparently, she had fallen down a rabbit hole.

“Oh, no, Mr. Dellacourt,” Rhys was saying with a shake of his red

cap. “The tourney is about to begin. Her viewing is over. If you wish

to buy an entry, there is still time. However, her viewing is done.”

The vampire named Dellacourt shook his head. Strangely, the

vampires were the closest thing to a normal human she had seen, if

one forgave the fangs. His skin was light, almost alabaster, and his

green eyes were like emeralds. The vampire, as his fellow vamps had

been, was dressed in an elegant approximation of a business suit.

They wore somber, deeply colored jackets. The blacks and grays and

navies seemed almost luminous. Dellacourt was wearing black from

head to toe. He had on a sleekly cut jacket that reached his knees and

a matching vest. The only color he had on was a ruby red shirt that

peeked out from under the vest. His trousers and loafers were

midnight-colored as well. Unlike Beck, the gnomes, and the other