Hi Everyone,

I’m hard at work on part six of my supernatural series, The Mortal Champion. When Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness threatens the Balance between Summer and Winter, a champion is selected. A single Mortal gifted with the power to settle the conflict between the Summer and Winter courts of the Fey.

At a small university, the fates of the Mortal and Fey worlds falls. The Mortal Champion will be a supernatural, erotic romance full of hot, kinky sex and thrilling action.

Fairy Menage will be is out! You can pick up Song of Desire for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

Here’s a sneak peak at book 6!

Fairy Menage (Book Six of the Mortal Champion)

Chapter One: The Pixie’s Heart

“We need to talk, Maeve,” a voice whispered through the Pixie’s dreams.

“What?” Maeve asked as the ethereal garden vanished. Treasach’s arms wavered and blew away, no long wrapped around her body. A pang of sadness filled the Pixie as she watched her gorgeous lover blow away. Maeve had wanted the Gancanagth for so long, and now it finally had happened. She let out a cry of dismay as tried to clutch onto the image.

“What is going on?” she demanded.

A second Maeve, as lovely as the original, appeared. She had the same flowing, red hair falling about slim shoulders. Her breasts where small and perky, her eyes an enchanting green, and golden wings fluttered behind her back. The second, fake Maeve put her hands on her hips and glared at the original. She was a perfect replica, right down to the way her toes curled when she was annoyed.

“We are going to talk about your stupidity,” Fake-Maeve huffed, landing on the empty ground before Maeve.

“What stupidity?” Maeve huffed back. “And why did you banish my sweet dreams? I was rather enjoying Treasach’s touch.”

“Because he’s not the man you should be dreaming of. Gunnar is. Don’t you remember Gunnar? The man you were sent to love?”

Gunnar’s naked, muscular form appeared to the right, standing tall and naked. He was a handsome Mortal, broad-shouldered, with blond hair that fell about his shoulders. He could easily have passed as a Viking warrior with his strength and chiseled, Scandinavian features. His most striking features were his eyes—one was blue, and the other brown.

“What about Gunnar?” Maeve demanded. “I remember him.”

“He’s your betrothed.”

“For now,” Maeve muttered.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Fake-Maeve fluttered forward and sat in front of Maeve. “I’m your heart. Right now that filthy Treasach has me chained up with his music. I’ve been trying to communicate with you all afternoon. But you’ve been thinking with that hole between your legs and letting his magic control you.”

Maeve shifted. She had been ignoring that voice all day. It had been the hardest as she wondered alone through the dead halls of Cadair Idris. “That’s because you are lying,” Maeve decided. “That’s why I’m ignoring you.”

Fake-Maeve slapped the Pixie. “I’m your heart. I would never lie to you. I love Gunnar. What you feel for Treasach is just his spell. He’s controlling you.” Fire burst around the Fake-Maeve’s body, the heat boiling off of her and warping the air. The strength of her passion was strong.

Maeve flinched, furrowing her eyebrows. “No…I’ve always loved Treasach. And…”

“You loved Gunnar yesterday. You loved him right until Treasach healed you.” Fake-Maeve took Maeve’s hand, pulling it to her breast. The beat of the Fake-Maeve’s heart throbbed against Maeve’s hand. “Do you feel my heart thudding for Gunnar? That’s your heart, too, dummy. He’s wonderful. From the first time we lay in his embrace, we loved him. Don’t you remember the rose bushes where he took us?”

Maeve frowned as memories rushed through her. She remembered the passion the night she comforted Gunnar after Mindy’s brainwashing. Gunnar had been devastated thinking Mindy had turned into a complete slut. Mindy hadn’t actually turned into a slut. That had been the dead Corrigan’s geas, controlling the woman. When Gunnar fled the party, Maeve had followed him, sensing his pain and desire to comfort him.

Maeve’s heart beat faster, matching the rhythm thudding in Fake-Maeve’s heart.

“Remember Gunnar and all the wonderful memories you two forged. Remember the first time you felt his love.”

That had been in the University of Puget Sound’s library where Gunnar attended as a student. He was studying with Corrigan and when Maeve learned that, she had been filled with fear. She had rushed to the library to stop the Lean Sidhe from casting a geas on Gunnar and controlling him. Maeve had arrived in time to save him. Gunnar had thought she was just jealous, but he found it cute and told Maeve how much he loved her.

Maeve had felt his emotions so strong as they kissed they had armored Gunnar from Corrigan’s magic.

“Yes,” Fake-Maeve nodded. “Remember the power of that kiss. Our love was so powerful, Corrigan couldn’t control Gunnar.”

“She tried to kill me,” Maeve whispered. “To break the protection around Gunnar. And then she set me up and made Gunnar think I was a monster.”

“And he never fully stopped loving us.” A smile crossed Fake-Maeve’s face. “We fought so hard to have him. We risked our lives battling Corrigan to free him. Don’t let Treasach ruin that with his magic.”

“Why would Treasach control me?” Maeve frowned. “He’s Titania’s troubadour. The Queen herself ordered me to marry Gunnar. It doesn’t make sense. You’re lying!”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Fake-Maeve agreed. “His motives really don’t matter right now. It’s only important that you break free. So remember when Gunnar proposed to you.”

Maeve glanced at the pink diamond shimmering on her engagement ring. A tear trickled down her cheek. “What did Treasach do to me? How could I forget all of this?”

“You never forgot.” Fake-Maeve grew transparent. She hugged the original, her flesh sinking into the Pixie. “He just locked it all inside me.” Fake-Maeve beat like a heart as she merged into the real Maeve.

Maeve clutched her chest, her heart pounding away with the love for Gunnar. Remember when you wake up.

The Pixie came awake.

Treasach was waiting for her, already playing a song. “No…” Maeve gasped as the music flowed into her. The lusty notes caressed her body like a lover. Her nipples hardened and her pussy grew moist. Gunnar lay on the other side of the fire, his naked back to her.

Maeve’s heart thudded in her chest.

Treasach’s dark eyes bored into her. The music grew louder, roaring with passion. Maeve’s wings hummed as she tried to fight it. But it was so insidious. The music was from Summer. She didn’t have the defenses to fight off warmth and passion. If it had been the cruelty of Winter trying to freeze her soul, she would have stood a chance.

Maeve fell back, her heart beating slower and slower. For a second, fire flickered on her fingers as she concentrated on her love for Gunnar. Her magic cast out for any roses. She was born of a rose. They were a part of her magic. But none grew in the wild lands of Equinox.

“Please,” she whispered.

Treasach’s eyes were without mercy.

The fires snuffed out on her fingers. Maeve no longer heard the beat of her heart. A wanton shudder ran through her. The Pixie spread her thighs, running a finger through the liquid heat gathering on the dewy lips of her sex.

“Good morning, Treasach,” Maeve purred, her dream forgotten.

…keep fighting…

Treasach lowered his pipes, a hungry smile crossing the handsome Fey’s lips. He was gorgeous. Every Gancanagth was a maiden’s wet dream, and Treasach was the paragon of his kind. His chest rippled as he moved to Maeve. Her eyes fell on that thick, hard cock jutting before the sexy Faerie. She licked her lips as he settled down beside her.

“Umm, I dreamed about you.” Maeve grasped his cock.

“Was it me or my dick you dreamed about?” the Gancanagth asked.

“Both,” Maeve moaned.

His lips descended. She shuddered as he kissed her. The lips were passionate, shooting heat through her body that almost drowned out her senses. But it wasn’t the best kiss the Pixie had ever experienced.

…remember Gunnar…

Her hand loosed on Treasach’s cock. He broke her kiss and hummed. The music stirred her passions. “Take me,” she moaned.

The Pixie gasped as Treasach plunged his thick shaft into her juicy depths.

Fairy Menage will be is out! You can pick up Song of Desire for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

And if you missed The Pixie’s Passion (Book One of the Mortal Champion), you can pick it up from Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE.

Winter’s Kiss (Book Two of the Mortal Champion) is available to buy or borrow from Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE.

The Fires of Passion is available to buy or borrow from Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE, and for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, you can borrow The Fires of Passion for free!

Bound to the Fey is available for $2.99 at Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE, and for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, you can borrow Bound to the Fey for free!

Song of Desire (Book Five of The Mortal Champion) is out! You can pick it up at Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

You can also check out my other supernatural thrillers: The Girls of My Dreams (My Fallen Angel 1), The Devil’s Pact Part 1: Slaves of Love, or browse my catalog of naughty stories on Amazon!

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