A Taste of Kaos Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Kaos stared in bewilderment, at the activity swirling around him. Booths and tables were set up everywhere. Large, bold-lettered banners announcing authors, contests or food were everywhere. He just couldn’t understand how Roar loved all this activity. If it were a concert, then he’d understand, but a Romance Festival? Uh, no, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. He felt boxed in. He also felt like at any moment. the festival goers were going to know he wasn’t into Romance or Erotica books and turn against him.

He could just see the headlines now: “Rock Star guitarist killed at Romance Festival!” An on-looker will describe it as him being mauled by hundreds of Romance fans, all due to the fact that he said he didn’t like the genre out loud and somehow, everyone heard him. He glanced around uneasily. His brother was chatting with a woman, carrying an arm load of boxed books. Roar took one of the boxes that the woman had been struggling to carry, over to her booth and now she was able to manage with the single box.

Roar walked with the woman and Kaos trailed after them, not wanting to loose his brother in the middle of all the craziness surrounding him. He felt ridiculous being so insecure at the thought of being left behind, but that’s how he felt. They arrived at the woman’s booth. It turned out that her name was Eve Rachel and she was an author of paranormal erotica. Kaos took a guess that the figures on the banner were supposed to represent Vampires, Shifters and Immortal men.

Kaos stood a few feet away, close enough to hear the conversation, but far enough that he hoped he wouldn’t be pulled into it. He eyed the stand selling soft pretzels, with interest. His stomach was rumbling and it wasn’t even noon. He’d burned up all of his breakfast, walking around the festival grounds. He turned and called over to Roar, who was setting up the display. He told him that he was going to get a pretzel and that he’d be right back. Roar nodded. As Kaos walked away, he heard Eve ask Roar why Kaos looked so familiar.

Kaos paused to hear the answer; to his relief Roar told the woman that Kaos just had one of those faces. Secure that his identity wouldn’t be blown, he went to stand in line for a pretzel. When he got back, Roar had a bag filled with books and promo items. Kaos handed him the pretzel that he’d picked up for him and they started to walk around to the other booths.

“How are you going to be able to walk around all day with all these bags and books?”
Kaos asked.

Roar smiled. “You’ll just have to carry the stuff to the car.” He said laughing.

Kaos beamed, it would give him a break from the festival. “Okay Bruv, give it all to me and I’ll be right back.”

Roar handed him all of the things he’d accumulated and sent him on his way.

“Don’t even try to skip out on me, by staying in the car. You’re coming back; you promised me that you would hang out, Bruv. Then we’ll go to that bar and grill, you want!” Roar called after him.

Kaos grinned hopefully Chrysalis would still be there.

Roar watched his brother go off into the distance and headed for the one table he had been looking forward to all day; the book signing table of Jezebel Saunders. He grinned like an idiot, as the line moved forward quickly. From what he had heard, Jezebel was a very sweet person, always talking to fans. He couldn’t wait to meet her. Her website didn’t have a photo of her, up. He pulled out her latest release ‘Passionate Pursuit’.

Roar always checked her blog everyday for the latest on the progress of her books. He knew she was working on ‘Undercover Seduction’ the sequel to ‘Passionate Pursuit’. The line moved swiftly and the sky started to turn to purple, orange and pink. Roar breathed in the cooling air and smiled. He always loved autumn time. The Fall was when he was born, October 31, 1971. Halloween Baby!

He always loved that he was born on Halloween. Not only did he get boat loads of candy, when they were allowed to trick or treat, but he got cake and ice cream. Soon he would celebrate his birthday. Roar hoped he would be celebrating it in his birthplace, Russia. Or overseas would be nice. He and Trace had some vacation time coming up; perhaps it was time for Trace to mend fences with their younger sister Ti-Belle.

It was finally his time at the front of the line. He looked up and stopped, his grin faltering. Good Lord! Jezebel Saunders was gorgeous! Her hair was curly, but it had bright red stripes going through it. The rest of her hair was a mixture of dark and light brown. She had blue-gray eyes, full lips, the bottom one being fuller than the top. She had a button nose. Everything about her was perfect. Roar was almost afraid to speak. She was too pretty, but he had to say something! His mouth wouldn’t move. His brain had just stalled.

Jezebel looked up and almost choked on her water. The most gorgeous man she had ever seen was standing right in front of her, looking down at her. He had to be taller than 6ft. He had silver eyes, not grey but silver fringed with dark lashes. He was wearing a tank top that showed off muscular arms, both of which were covered in tattoos. He was wearing baggy jeans and work boots. He looked well put together, muscular, but lean. His hair was shoulder length; he brushed back some hair behind his ear, showing off a silver hoop.

He smiled shyly at her. Jezebel knew that she had just creamed her panties. He had a great smile, even white teeth showed between a sensuous mouth. He stepped closer to the table and put down his book. He shifted from side to side and blushed.
“Ahem, hi. Um . . . I’m a big fan. Would you please sign this?”

Gorgeous Man asked shyly and blushed. Jezebel swallowed and suddenly she couldn’t breathe! Air! She was choking on her water. She spluttered instantly. Her sister Deena gave her a hard slap on the back and water sprayed from her mouth, hitting Gorgeous Man. Jezebel’s vision blurred from all the coughing. Once the coughing fit passed, she saw a large water spot on his tank top. Water covered his neck and arms as well. Jezebel wanted the ground to swallow her whole, right then and there. She watched him wipe the spray out of his eyes. Yes, she wanted the earth to swallow her and not leave any trace!

“What is wrong with you?” Deena hissed as she smiled at the man. She handed him a napkin that was under Jezebel’s cup of water, to clean himself off.

“It’s okay, it happens.” He said.

Jezebel felt herself getting warmer than she already was. He had an accent, faint, but it was there.

“You’re Russian?” She asked, knowing she sounded stupid.

He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. “Yes, well my family lived in Russia. I’m Roma. And you’re British.” He said grinning.

“How could you tell!?!” Her eyes widened. She heard Deena groan. But Gorgeous Man just smiled.

“You’re accent. Um, I’m sorry to rush you, but could you sign the book.”

They both looked down. His book was covered in water. “Oh no! I’m sooo sorry. Deena could you bring me a copy of ‘Passionate Pursuit’, please.”

Deena turned away, muttering about her sister’s clumsiness. She brought out a new book, and handed it to her. “Who should I make this out to?”

“Make it out to Roar Morgan.”

“Roar…. what an unusual name.” She grinned, liking the way the name rolled off her tongue.

Roar tried to hide his grin. The way she said his name, with that husky voice of hers, sounded sexy. She finished signing the book and handed it to him. He picked up both his wet copy and took the signed book.

“Thank you.”

She opened her mouth to protest, as she saw no need for this dream man to take the soaked book with him, but he stopped her.

“I still want this copy. Call me sentimental.” He grinned.

Roar thanked her again, turned and walked away. Jezebel slumped back weakly in her chair, trying to get herself under control. She couldn’t watch him walk away. She had other fans to deal with, but oh boy, she really wanted to see if he had a great butt.