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    A Trace of Love
    A Short Story by Danielle Ravencraft
     
    Ophelia Martinez has a chance encounter with internationally famous rock-star, Trace Curtis. To Ophelia, Trace will always be the charming boy she met in high school. They share one night together in which Trace falls in love with Ophelia. But Ophelia knows she can’t continue to live in the past, at least not with the secret that haunts her present.
     

    A Trace of Love © 2011 by Danielle Ravencraft
     
    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
    The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, or events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
     
    A MuseItHOT Publication
     
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    Cover Art © 2011 by Suzannah Safi
    Edited by Carrie RO
    Copyedited by Valerie Haley
    Layout and Book Production by Lea Schizas
     
    eBook ISBN: 978-1-927085-38-7
    First eBook Edition * August 2011
    Production by MuseItUp Publishing
     

    A Trace of Love
     
     
    Danielle Ravencraft
     
     

    MuseitHOT, division of
    MuseItUp Publishing
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    WARNING:  A Trace of Love contains graphic sexual content, adult language, use of alcoholic beverages, strong declarations of passion, and other adult content.
     

    Dedication
     
    I dedicate this book to my mom, Rosa, for always supporting my dreams, and to my boyfriend, Timothy.
     

    Acknowledgements
     
    I’d like to thank my best friends, Anastasia Pergakis and Charlene Wilson, for all their help. To my editor, Carrie, and to my publisher, Lea Schizas, for giving my writing a home.
     

    A TRACE OF LOVE
     
    Ophelia sat in her favorite spot in the entire world; the little bar in the very back of The House of Blues. Usually The House of Blues featured local bands; everything from Soul to Bluegrass. She couldn’t say why she loved it there. It wasn’t the music or the booze or the way reality seemed to evaporate in the dim lighting. But it was, nonetheless, her heaven.
    Today was one of those rare occasions when the venue starred an international band, which meant The House of Blues was packed to the brim. The concert ended and the throngs of fans made their way to the exit. The bartender winked and handed her another beer. He knew Ophelia by name and always let her linger until they locked up.
    Ophelia blinked as the lights brightened. Plastic cups, spilled beverages, straws, napkins, glow sticks, promotional fliers and the occasional bra littered the floor. A smile inched across her lips. Molten Silk put on a good show.
    Other than the bartender, bouncer, stage crew and broom boy, The House of Blues was empty and eerily silent. The guys worked quickly, ignoring Ophelia as she nursed the last sip of her drink. The worst part of the day approached; the part where she would have to go home to an empty apartment.
    Laughter broke the silence as five men walked out on stage, holding bottles of something alcoholic. “Oi! Is the bar still open?” one of them shouted. The bartender nodded. “Bring us a round over here, mate!”
    Ophelia ducked her head, watching the men from the corner of her eye. They were Molten Silk, the band. They looked different in normal lighting, like regular people in ridiculous Goth costumes, but she was positive it was really them. Heat rushed to her face and she looked away.
    “I’m goin’ for a smoke,” said an unmistakable voice. Ophelia didn’t want to turn around and stare, but she couldn’t help peeking over her shoulder. Trace Curtis, the lead singer, headed for the door with a cigarette bobbing between his lips, lighter ready in his hand. She held her breath as he