Hi Everyone,

I’m hard at work on part three 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.

You can pick up The Fires of Passion for $2.99 on 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!

Here’s a sneak peak at book 3!

The Fires of Passion (Book Three of the Mortal Champion)

Chapter One: A Healing Touch

The storms had finally abated. The rains had stopped slamming into the window of Maeve’s hospital room. The Pixie smiled as gaps of blue were visible in the sky, slowly drifting closer and closer. The rains had hammered the hospital the entire time she had been here.

It was Saturday morning. Nearly two days had passed since she had been stabbed by Corrigan’s familiar. Thursday evening, the Lean Sidhe had baited a trap for the Pixie. While Gunnar went to study with Corrigan and Evan, Maeve had been lured to Brad’s apartment. Felicity, Brad’s girlfriend and Maeve’s friend, had called the Pixie in a panic.

The Pixie had been worried about Gunnar, not realizing the Lean Sidhe would attack her. Fey rarely liked such direct confrontation. Corrigan had changed the contest. No longer was she content to seduce Gunnar away from Maeve.

I drove her to this, the Pixie realized.

When Maeve had arrived to help her friends, she found a berserk, enchanted Brad beating Felicity to death with a bat. With Maeve’s magic, and the aid of a few rose bushes, the Pixie had banished Corrigan’s geas from the lovers minds, mending their relationship. But when Maeve left, she had been confronted by three men wielding cold iron daggers.

Nothing was deadlier to a Fey than pure, cold iron.

One had stabbed Maeve with a dagger as she scrambled out of the staircase, the poisonous metal infecting her blood. Maeve had to hobble away. She managed to make it to the university’s Green and contact Gunnar, which had been so difficult thanks to one of Corrigan’s illusions befuddling him. Maeve had sought shelter in the rose bushes where she had first made love to Gunnar. Maeve had killed one familiar by controlling the rose bushes, and Professor Webster had stunned the last one with a taser.

And I need to get out of this hospital. I’m so vulnerable.

Gunnar shifted on the nearby chair, sleeping softly. He hadn’t left her side since she had been stabbed. Maeve was touched by his devotion. He didn’t want her hurt again. But Gunnar had no idea what had really happened.

And Maeve had no idea how to tell him.

Gunnar didn’t believe in magic. He’s so skeptical and stubborn. Useful traits for a warrior, but so inconvenient. Maeve had no idea how to tell the man she loved that she was a Pixie sent by the Titania, Queen of Light and Fire, to find him and show Gunnar his real destiny. Gunnar was the Mortal Champion. He could possess the Balance of the Seasons, an artifact that had been stolen centuries ago by Cinniuint—an unaligned Fey of fates and weaving.

Winter moved against Summer, and the Balance had chosen Gunnar as its wielder. With his power and the Balance, Titania would be able to triumph over Winter and its foul ruler, Mab Queen of Air and Darkness. Corrigan had been sent by Mab to enslave Gunnar and force him to serve Winter. But so long as Gunnar loved Maeve, he was armored against Corrigan’s domination.

So Corrigan had sought to kill Maeve. The only way the Lean Sidhe could win was to weaken Gunnar’s love. With Maeve dead, their bond of love would fade as Gunnar grieved her. So Maeve needed to get better and get out of the hospital. She had to protect herself and Gunnar from Corrigan.

Maeve sat up, wincing at the pain in her side. Her power had managed to defeat the cold iron that had flooded her body when the knife nicked her. But the wound remained. She needed to heal herself.

“Gunnar,” she whispered, her voice still sore.

“Maeve,” he said, sitting up, then he smiled. “You’re up.”

“Yeah,” the Pixie smiled, leaning back against the pillow. “I’ve slept over a day and I still feel tired.”

Gunnar chuckled. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Roses.” Maeve was a Rose Pixie, born from a bush that bloomed in Titania’s Garden back in Faerie. She had an affinity for the plant. “To brighten the room.”

“I bet the gift shop will have them,” he smiled, standing up and looming over her.

He was such a strong man, possessing a warrior’s build. His Scandinavian blood shone in his rugged face, framed by long, sandy-blond hair. In a past life, Gunnar would have been a viking warrior. He leaned down, his multicolored eyes—one blue, the other brown—peered into her green depths. His hand brushed a lock of her fiery hair off her forehead and then he kissed her there.

“I love you, Maeve.”

The Pixie’s heart fluttered. She could feel his love. As a Rose Pixie, she was invested in romance, and she was so thrilled to finally find it herself. “I love you, too, Gunnar,” she smiled. “But I think you can kiss me better than that.”

He smiled, his finger trailing down her temple to her cheek and then to her lips. She kissed his finger. He leaned down, his blond hair brushing her cheek as he kissed her on the lips. It was only a brief kiss; he seemed ginger, not wanting to stress her out.

That wasn’t good enough for the Pixie.

She grabbed his head as he tried to straighten up and pulled him down for a proper kiss. She worked her lips, her eyes closing as she savored the feel of his lips on hers. He moaned as he kissed her back. She savored the feel of his stubble on her cheeks, his fine, blond whiskers thicker than she had ever experienced.

“Umm, that’s better,” she purred when he broke the kiss, a flush of heat rolling through her. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together, and then winced at the pain flaring in her side.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Gunnar. Now go get me my roses.”

“I will. Are you hungry? Do you want me to tell the nurses to get you food?”

“I just need the roses.”

Gunnar strode from the room, his feet booming as he raced down the hall. Maeve smiled as her warrior ventured on a quest for her. Maeve turned her head, gazing back out the window of Tacoma General Hospital. The blue patches in the cloudy sky drifted nearer.

“What are you up to next, Corrigan?” Maeve wondered, trying to think. What devilish plot would the Lean Sidhe cook up next. Her familiars were either dead or captured. She vaguely remembered Gunnar telling her that sometime yesterday when she had regained consciousness for a few moments.

Maeve wasn’t sure how many familiars Corrigan could possess in her pack. Was three her limit? But one was dead. The Lean Sidhe could find another, and she might even be able to work her magic to free the two captured familiars.

She’ll try to kill me again. I need to react faster. I need to be ready to transform into my true form in the blink of an eye. If I had done that on Thursday, I could have flown away and not been hurt at all.

And most of all, I can’t let myself be suckered into a trap like that.

But the Lean Sidhe would never use the same trap twice. The Unseelie Fey was crafty. She would attack Maeve from an unexpected way. Something subtle and indirect. And Maeve had no idea what tricks Corrigan would try next. The Pixie had never been trained to fight other Fey or the servants of Winter.

But I’ve beaten her twice. I can do so again and again.

The door opened. A sweet scent drifted in with Gunnar. He had a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Maeve smiled, breathing their scent in deep. Already the ache in her side diminished, her power drawing in the rose essence to heal her wound.

But it wasn’t enough. She’d need more than just rose essence. She would need love. Gunnar’s love and devotion.

“Umm, those smell wonderful,” Maeve purred as he set the bouquet next to her hospital bed. She reached out, touching a blossom with her finger, more of the pain diminishing. “Roses always make me feel so amorous.”

Gunnar gave a snort of laughter. “Well, you need your rest. I know, you’ve gone over a day without making love to anyone.”

“I need to correct that,” Maeve giggled, kicking off the blankets.

“Umm, Maeve, calm down. Your side was cut open. Don’t thrash like that, you’ll tear your stitches open.”

“It’s fine. I’m feeling hot. Those blankets were too much.” Her hands crept down to the bottom of the hospital gown. She grasped the hem and pulled it up her legs. Gunnar’s eyes fell on her thigh as she slowly exposed her flesh. Maeve loved the interest burning in his face.

Then he shook his head. “Wait, Maeve, what are you doing?”

“I’m so hot,” she smiled, pulling her hospital gown up until it was around her waist, exposing the plain panties she wore. “Right? Don’t you think I’m hot?”

“Well, you are definitely hot,” Gunnar agreed. “But—”

“If I’m hot, then I need to get comfortable.” The Pixie opened the front of her hospital gown, pulling the blue cloth aside to expose her breasts and the small, plastic disks that hooked her up to the annoying, beeping monitor. Her nipples were hard, and she rubbed one, circling the pink nub with her slim fingers.

“Maeve,” Gunnar groaned. “You need to stop?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sick.”

“I’m feeling so much better.” She rubbed her nipple again, shuddering and moaning in delight. “Don’t I look so much better?” She ripped off the sensors, tossing them to the side. The machine beeped in annoyance, so loud, hurting the Pixie’s ears. She reached over and turned it off. “I’m feeling so wonderful right now.” She pressed her thighs together, her clit tingling in delight.

“Maeve…you need to control yourself.”

“Why?” Maeve’s eyes slid down to his crotch, admiring the bulge in his jeans. “You seem to be enjoying the sight. Why don’t you help me out, Gunnar? I need to cum so bad. And no one makes me cum harder than you.”

Gunnar’s objections faded as she peeled down her panties, exposing her shaved pussy damp with her excitement. She threw the panties to the floor, spreading her legs wide. Gunnar licked his lips as her fingers spread her labia open, exposing her pink depths.

“You are the best, Gunnar. No one eats my pussy better than you.” She shuddered, her finger brushing her clit. “Please, Gunnar, I need it so bad. I’m so horny and hot. Please help me out.” Please help to heal my wound by loving me. I need to get out of this hospital.

Gunnar licked his lips, glancing at the door. His eyes burned with lust. “Fine, Maeve. But if your side starts hurting…”

“You’ll only make me feel better,” the Pixie promised. “Please, Gunnar.” She stroked her clit. “Give me your love.”

Gunnar stood up and crawled atop her hospital bed. She scooted up to give him some room as he knelt between her thighs. His strong hands grabbed her knees, sliding up. She shuddered as he neared the fire between her thighs. Her excited aroma filled the air, mixing with the perfume of the roses.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this in a hospital,” Gunnar smiled. “You’re always convincing me to do such kinky things.”

“Just eat me,” Maeve moaned. “Share your passion with me.”

Gunnar stroked her pussy with his thumb, brushing her clit. She shuddered, her hips bucking. Her side ached, but she didn’t care. She knew what her body needed—passionate, hot, sultry sex. Human medicine would never heal her. She needed the magic of love.

Gunnar’s tongue licked through her slit, slowly, not his usual, aggressive cunnilingus. He was still afraid of hurting her. But she didn’t mind. His tongue felt wonderful as it dragged through her lips, lingering on every fold before it brushed Maeve’s clit.

Her hips arched as she moaned, “Gunnar, that’s it. Umm, you know what I need.”

Gunnar’s eyes flashed up at her as his tongue swirled about her bud again. He leaned in, sucking on her clit for a moment. Maeve gasped in delight as the bliss shuddered through her. His tongue slid back down, nuzzling at her pussy hole.

Then he worked in deep, groaning as he feasted on her pussy. The pleasure radiated out from between her, full of Gunnar’s passion for her. The Pixie’s wound healed as her magic swelled. She squirmed on the hospital bed, reaching down to grasp Gunnar’s blond hair as she humped.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her body responding quickly, drinking in the sensations.

The door to the room opened. A nurse walked halfway in then blinked. “Oh, my,” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“Yes?” Maeve moaned, keeping a firm grip on Gunnar’s head as he tried to rise. She locked her legs about his head, not letting him move. She needed him to keep licking. Her wound was healing fast thanks to his wonderful tongue sending tingles of pleasure through her body.

“Um…I…um…” the nurse stammered, her eyes locked on the bed.

“You can stay and watch,” Maeve purred. “Or do you want to join in?”

“Well, I’ll…um…leave you to…um…” The nurse’s face was red as she backed up of the room.

Maeve groaned in disappointment, enjoying the blushing woman’s eyes on her. The passion swelled faster. Maeve wondered if the nurse would fetch a doctor. More people to watch us sport. How exciting.

“Keep licking me, Gunnar,” Maeve panted. “Oh, keep licking. You’re making me feel so wonderful! You’re healing me with your love.”

Gunnar slurped and nuzzled. His fingers spread her labia open, his mouth digging in deep as he devoured her. Gunnar loved to eat pussy. He loved to give a woman as much pleasure as he could with lips and fingers.

“Yes!” Maeve gasped as her first orgasm shuddered through her.

Her stomach contracted, her breasts jiggling as she shot upright. There was no pain in her side. The wound was completely healed. She let her body writhe and shudder, the pleasure of his lips whipping through her and sending her body into ecstatic delights.

And Gunnar kept feasting on her. He was a generous lover. Her orgasm kept rolling through her, new waves of delight to please her. The Pixie shuddered again, her thighs holding his head tight as her hands went to her breasts, pinching her pink nipples.

“You’re so amazing, Gunnar! Ooh, I love you so much. You stud! Oh, yes! Eat my pussy! Keep making me cum!”

Gunnar listened, eager to keep pleasing her.

But her Mortal Champion needed his satisfaction as well. It wasn’t fair to deny him from his pleasure.

She relaxed her thighs, spreading them wide open as he feasted on her. “Fuck me, Gunnar.”

“When I’m ready,” he answered, his fingers sliding through her pussy. He shoved one deep into her pussy. “I’m still enjoying my fun.”

“Oooh, spend as long as you want,” the Pixie purred. “I am not complaining.”

Gunnar licked his lips covered in her juices. The finger from his other hand slid down lower, disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. The Pixie smiled broadly as her lover teased her backdoor before shoving his finger in deep.

“Yes,” she moaned as he fingered both holes. “Ooh, Gunnar, you know what I love.”

“And I bet you’d love to have your clit sucked on.”

Maeve nodded her head eagerly as Gunnar lowered his face. He latched onto her clit, sucking hard. Another wild surge of pleasure shot through her. Her pussy and asshole clenched down on his probing fingers as she was assaulted by the waves of bliss.

Maeve tossed her head, closing her eyes and letting her lover pleasure her. She shuddered and gasped, then moaned when his fingers ripped out of her holes. But she felt so empty. She needed to be filled. Maeve opened her eyes and smiled as Gunnar unbuttoned his jeans.

Maeve needed to be filled by his thick cock. “Umm, give it to me!”

Gunnar grinned, stretching out over her as he guided his thick cock to her eager pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in tight. Gunnar groaned as he sank into her depths, his lips crushing against hers.

Maeve moaned into his kiss, savoring her flavor and the passion of his love. The bed rocked and creaked as he made love to her, thrusting his cock in deep. She shuddered, savoring every moment of his cock plunging in and out of her.

“Yes,” she gasped when he broke the kiss, her fingers scratching at his back through his shirt. “Oh, Gunnar, yes! Keep doing that. I love it.”

Gunnar groaned. “You’re so hot, Maeve. So beautiful. I just can’t resist.”

“Don’t. Never resist your desires. We were made to love each other. Enjoy yourself. I love you so much, Gunnar. I want you to be so happy.”

“Maeve,” Gunnar moaned, thrusting harder.

She gasped, her clit smashed against his pubic bone as he slammed in deep. He drew back and plunged in again. Her pussy clenched down, gripping his cock in her hot depths. She loved it when he was on top of her, their bodies joined as one.

“Gunnar!” she panted. “Oh, yes, Gunnar! I love this!”

Her hips bucked up into his thrusts. Her pussy spasmed. Maeve gasped, her teeth clenching as another orgasm shuddered through her body. Her body writhed beneath Gunnar as he made love to her faster and harder. Her climax reached a peak beneath him, her body tense, and then she relaxed and enjoyed his plunging cock.

“I love it when you cum,” Gunnar growled. “You’re so wild and passionate. You make me feel so loved.”

“Oh, I love you, Gunnar. I love every part of you.”

The door opened.

“Oh, wow,” a woman giggled. “Maeve, you naughty slut.”

Magda and Professor Sommer quickly popped into the room. Professor Sommer’s face was as red as her hair, her green eyes twinkling behind her glasses. Magda had a big smile on her golden-brown face, the lesbian licking her lips.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking with that wound,” Magda said, shaking her head.

“But it feels so good!” Maeve gasped.

“Yes!” groaned Gunnar. “So good.”

His thrusts grew harder, slamming into her as his face twisted in passion. She stared into his multicolored eyes as his orgasm burst inside him. Heat flooded her pussy. Gunnar grunted, burying his cock into her depth as he spilled inside her.

“Yes, Gunnar, yes,” the Pixie purred, holding him tight.

“You stud,” laughed Magda.

“Hi, Magda,” Gunnar groaned, looking at the two women. “And Professor Sommer.”

“Gunnar,” the teacher nodded. “I, um, brought the homework from my lesson you missed yesterday.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Oh, don’t be awkward,” Maeve pouted. “Love making is so natural, right, Magda.”

The Latina woman nodded her head. “Yep.”

Magda was the first person Maeve had met when she crossed over from Faerie. Maeve had arrived naked and, needing clothes, she had snuck into Magda’s room. The lesbian had thought Maeve was a pledge—Magda was the Pledge Mistress for the Kappa Alpha Xi sorority—sent to her room for Magda to enjoy. Maeve used her magic to convince Magda it was true.

And the pair had been lovers ever since that passionate morning.

Gunnar didn’t mind. Maeve had taught him the fun of open relationships. She loved Magda, but not nearly as much as she loved Gunnar. Since Maeve was a Rose Pixie, she sensed Magda had a soul mate. The Pixie had been thrilled to discover it was Professor Sommer. On Thursday, right before she had been stabbed, the Pixie had witnessed Professor Sommer and Magda’s love blossom.

It took only a little nudge from the Pixie.

And Maeve was happy to see the pair holding hands, their love shining bright to the Pixie’s eyes.

“Um, should we go and leave you two alone?” Professor Sommer asked. “We’ll just leave your flowers and…”

“Oh, no,” Maeve said. “Come here and kiss me, Magda. I missed you, too.”

“Now that you’ve gotten off with Gunnar,” Magda giggled, “are you ready for seconds?”

“Aren’t I always?” Maeve giggled back. She glanced at Gunnar, staring into his eyes.

He rolled off of her, shaking his head, and slumping into the chair. “I don’t know how you have such stamina after being asleep for nearly two days.”

“I’m well rested,” the Pixie grinned, pulling Magda to her.

You can pick up The Fires of Passion for $2.99 on 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!

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.

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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