Hi Everyone,

I’m hard at work on part two 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.

Winter’s Kiss has been released! You can buy or borrow this hot tale from Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE.

Here’s a sneak peak at book 2!

Winter’s Kiss (Book Two of the Mortal Champion)

 

Corrigan strode through the Lumberjack, the music thudding through her, the bass primal and pounding, the music wild, stirring her inhibitions. Men and women drank and lusted. Energy swirled through the room, filthy and powerful.

The Lean Sidhe loved it.

She strutted, wiggling in her tight, black skirt, her lacy, red bra covering her breasts, easily visible through her black, mesh top. Her nipples hardened and her pussy itched, a line of juices trickling down her thigh.

Men watched her strut. Her golden eyes searched them as she prowled for her prey. She squeezed her thighs together, loving the ache in her clit. She quivered, a small orgasm shooting through her as she drank in the dark, lusty energy of the bar.

And then she saw her prey.

Tim and Richard sat at a table, a half-filled pitcher of beer before them. Tim had a girl on his lap, her blonde hair in pigtails, their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. Corrigan smiled. She barely recognized Felicity. A week ago, Felicity had loved her boyfriend with all her heart. Corrigan’s kiss had placed a geas on the woman, and now Felicity’s desires burned out of control.

Corrigan read Felicity’s aura, delight purring through the Fey. Felicity’s new, twisted personality had already shattered her boyfriend’s heart with her sudden plunge into uninhibited sex. Corrigan shuddered at the fruits of her work.

Felicity hopped off Tim’s lap, pulling the brawny footballer to his feet. He still wore his letterman jacket, letting all the women here know that he was a king warrior. Richard laughed, a woman lounged across his own lap, her ivory hand almost glowing against his ebony face.

Corrigan sauntered after Tim and Felicity, the new-made slut leading the Lean Sidhe’s prey into the alley behind the bar. Corrigan waited a few heartbeats before stepping out. She smiled at the sight she witnessed.

Felicity was already on her knees, Tim’s hands gripping her pigtails. She unzipped him with an eager need, pulling out his cock and sucking it into her mouth. Tim groaned, leaning back as he savored Felicity’s enthusiastic blowjob.

The girl sucked and slurped, her head bobbing. Tim fucked his hips forward, slamming his cock deep into the slut’s mouth. Corrigan licked her lips as she strode forward. With a simple swirl of her magic, her bra vanished, her nipples poking hard through the mesh of her top.

Winter’s bite was in the air. The Autumn equinox had passed. Mab’s power waxed as Titania’s waned.

As the Pixie’s waned.

“You like to watch, bitch?” Tim groaned, eyeing Corrigan’s exposed breasts. “You want a turn sucking my big cock.”

Corrigan’s smile grew as she sauntered forward. “Do you want that girl sucking your cock when you could have a woman?”

Tim grunted. “She’s doing a great job.”

“Only great,” Corrigan laughed. “I would melt your bones and freeze your veins. You would die a happy man if I sucked your cock.”

“Fuck, who are you?”

“Your mistress.”

Tim laughed, throwing back his head. “You’re a fucked-up bitch. I don’t take orders from some skank with her tits hanging out.”

Corrigan reached out, touched the geas that twisted Felicity into a complete slut, and broke her spell. Felicity’s reaction was spectacular. She threw herself from Tim, spitting out his cock in disgust. Tim gripped one of her pigtails, pulling her back.

“Did I say to stop sucking,” he growled, yanking her back.

Felicity screamed and jerked her hair out of his hand, pushing past Corrigan as she sobbed in horror. The Lean Sidhe smiled. Guilt and shame crushed Felicity. She would remember every man she fucked and sucked, how she soiled her love as she defiled her body.

Corrigan savored Felicity’s despair, her pussy itching fiercer as she stopped before the panting Tim. Corrigan wished she could witness Felicity’s deluded attempts to patch up her love with Brad. She had shattered her boyfriend’s heart.

And once her love is completely dead, she’ll remember how much her body craved sex. Soon, she’ll be a slut all on her own, trying to bury her pain in sex and any other vice she can.

“Well, I guess your up, bitch,” Tim said, seizing Corrigan’s violet hair. “Time to suck my cock.”

“Why would I suck your cock?” she purred. “You’re my slave.”

“What did you say, cunt?”

“Fall to your knees,” she hissed, tired of his insolence, “and worship my pussy.”

“Fuck you!” He tried to yank her down to her knees. His muscles strained as he pulled on her hair. Corrigan reached out with a single finger, gathering frost at the tip of her long nail, and stroked his cheek. His screams of pain rang through the alley as he tasted Winter’s kiss.

The strong man fell to his knees, clutching the frost riming his cheek. His cock deflated, becoming a small, pathetic thing dangling between his legs. She reached out with her booted foot and crushed his dick.

“Please!” he groaned as she rubbed her foot back and forth. “Oh, god, please stop!”

“When you worship my pussy, I’ll stop,” Corrigan laughed. “Be a good slave and submit to your Mistress.”

“Fuck you!” he groaned, balling up his fist to swing.

She shoved down hard with her boot. Agony filled his face. She shuddered in delight, another cum shivering through her body, tingling her nipples. Her hips shifted, her excitement dripping down her thighs and freezing to the tops of her leather boots.

The temperature plunged in the alley. His breath frosted as he screamed. Ice crept over a puddle and frost rimed a brown dumpster. Tim shivered and writhed in agony. She seized his sandy-blond hair, pulling his face to her skirt.

“Eat my pussy and all the pain goes away,” Corrigan purred. “Everything goes away except for my pleasure. You’ll be my happy slave. My hound. You won’t have a care in the world.”

“Please,” he blubbered, his tears freezing to his cheeks. “I’ll do it. Just stop! Please!”

“Then do it, hound. Pleasure your Mistress.”

“Yes…” he groaned, leaning in. “I will…Mistress.”

Corrigan shuddered at his words.

The worm’s face buried between her thighs, his strong chin nudge the lips of her pussy. He groaned as his tongue flicked out and tasted her pussy. A shuddering moan escaped his lips as his weak mind was overcome by the taste of her passion. The Lean Sidhe shifted her hips, her golden eyes fluttering as the mortal’s tongue flicked through her pussy.

“You can do better, worm,” she purred. “Worship your Mistress. Imbibe my passion. Become my slave fully!”

Corrigan’s will poured into him. Bit by bit he surrendered to her desires. She pulled on his sandy-blond hair, guiding his lips. His mouth was unskilled. He didn’t seem to know what to do to give her true pleasure.

“Lick, slave!” she hissed, a whip of ice coalescing out of the rime frosting the alley, swirling through the air. She snapped it on his back, ripping through his letterman jacket and leaving an icy bruise down his back.

“Mistress!” he screamed, her pussy drinking in his pain.

“Lick! Tongue me! Make me cum, slave!”

Corrigan cracked her whip, giving him another kiss of Winter. The muscles of his back appeared through the rents in his clothing, ice crystals gleaming on the wounds. Corrigan shuddered, bucking her hips.

He was so strong, and yet so weak. Eager to obey. The perfect hound.

The worm’s tongue grew more bold, sliding through her folds, his lips sucking. He was eager to please her, to worship her. His lips found her clit, sucking and biting her sensitive nub. She moaned, hissing her encouragement as her whip cracked.

“That’s it, worm!” she moaned. “Put that tongue to work.”

Crack!

Tim sobbed into her pussy.

“Such a good hound. You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned.”

“You thought you were so tough. You thought you were a man, didn’t you?” she hissed. Gunnar was a man. What a magnificent creature he would be to break. He would never fold so quickly. Even without the Pixie’s protection, he would be difficult. He was a true man, a warrior that would wield the Balance for Winter.

Already her will dominated Tim. He was so close to being her familiar. Her magic worked into his mind, transforming him into her hound to course at her command. An image of the Pixie lying bleeding flashed through the Lean Sidhe’s mind. Her passion swelled, roaring through her.

“Drink every drop!” she moaned as her climax rippled through her. The temperature plummeted, frost beading on the tips of her breasts, painfully cold, adding another delight to her ecstasy. “Be my hound.”

He obeyed. His mouth drank down every drop, slurping with an eagerness to obey and please his Mistress. Her magic poured into him, seeping like the cold into every bit of his body. He shivered, his teeth chattering against her pussy, nibbling and triggering another cum to ripple and assault her mind.

“Yes! My hound!”

The change took him. His blonde hair retreated. He screamed in agony, falling to the ground, his limbs spasming. The Mortal’s skin melted away, leaving behind a skeleton of maple wood twisting his body into his new form—a hellhound.

His face elongated into a snarling snout. His body grew slim yet deadly. He howled with a snarling, low bay. Coal wrapped around the skeleton of wood, his new muscles, while a soot spread across him, forming his bony hide.

She stroked his muzzle, his coal-black tongue licking her hand. It was wonderful to have a hellhound again. At her whim, he could transform back into a man, but his will was gone. He was her hound. Everything he did would be at her order.

“What the fuck did you do to Tim?” growled a low, dangerous voice.

Corrigan turned and smiled. Richard had stridden out, cracking his knuckles, his Black skin darker than the frost-rimed alley. His dreadlocks swayed as he strode forward, murder in his eyes. The Lean Sidhe smiled.

“Hello, hound,” she purred and cracked her whip.

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. 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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