Hi Everyone,

I’m hard at work on part five 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.

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!

Here’s a sneak peak at book 5!

Song of Desire (Book Five of the Mortal Champion)

Chapter One: Winter’s Champion

Ellyllon’s wings flapped as she flew through Mab’s Ice Garden. Her black-trimmed, purple butterfly wings lazily flapped as the Bean Sidhe soared through the delights the Garden had to offer. Snowy hillocks rolled beneath her, threaded with paths carved through the waist-high snow. Black figures, the Svartalfar, moved through the Gardens, tending the ice sculptors. They were a nimble race, skilled at shaping snow and ice. In exchange for their service, Queen Mab allowed the ugly creatures to exist within Winter.

The Bean Sidhe’s passions itched between her thighs. The cold air caressed her pale flesh, her hard nipples rimed with frost. The aching cold sent shudders through her body. More crystals formed on the dewy lips of her pussy. Ellyllon savored the cold, her eyes casting about for a statue to enjoy.

A hung man caught her eye, his sculpted muscles caught her eye, his prodigious cock thrusting up like an icy shaft. Ellyllon licked her lips. There were always new delights to discover in Mab’s Garden. Other Unseelie Fey sported in the Garden, some with the statutes, and others with lovers, both Fey and Mortal. Many of those Mortal Lovers, and any unlucky Fey that had been outmaneuvered, would soon find their beauty forever preserved as living ice statues, their flesh transformed by the Svartalfar’s skill.

That risk always made the sex more intense in the Garden.

“What a prestigious specimen,” Ellyllon purred as she landed, her feet alight atop the snow. She could dance on the deepest drift and never sink into the powder. She was a creature of Winter. “You must have been a mighty warrior.”

The Bean Sidhe leaned forward, staring into the cold eyes of the statue. Life flickered in there, a soul trapped for eternity. Her finger stroked the icy-smooth pecs of the frozen warrior. Whoever this soul was, he could feel the ecstasy of her touch. A groan, almost a whisper on the wind, echoed from the mouth of the statue.

The warrior had been transformed at the moment of his climax, his head thrown back, mouth opened as he roared his finally triumph into the universe. A trickle of juices froze down her thigh, leaking from her eager sex.

Ellyllon grasped his frigid cock, stroking him. Her wings flapped as she lowered down, examining his cock in person. “Yes, a mighty specimen.” Her tongue licked from his frozen balls, each curly pubic hair minutely persevered as curling ice, to the crown of his cock. There the ice tasted of salt and life.

Ellyllon’s mouth engulfed the shaft, the ice cooling her ardor. Her fingers pressed between her thighs, rubbing at her clit as the curtain of her black hair fell around her. Her hair was uniformly black, save for two locks of white that framed the beauty of her face.

The statue’s whispered moans grew as she pleasured him. The soul could still feel ecstasy, preserved for eternity to pleasure the Fey of Queen Mab’s court. The Bean Sidhe’s tongue swirled, giving the frozen soul as much bliss as she could.

Her fingers probed into her silky pussy. Her flesh squeezed about her digits. They were so slim compared to the monster she worshiped. Ellyllon shuddered in anticipation, teasing herself as she blew the icy cock. Her mouth bobbed, sucking more and more of the frozen girth into her mouth until it brushed the back of her throat.

She swallowed.

The statues moan was louder, the passion rising, bringing the soul of out its slumber. Ellyllon flicked up, blue, ghostly lights danced about its eyes like St. Elmo’s fire. A tension filled the icy statue. The soul strained to move, but it’s body was forever frozen.

Ellyllon had teased herself long enough. Her lips slid off the cock. She licked up his stomach to his defined pecs, her tongue swirling about icy nipples as she straddled his waist. She hugged him, rubbing her ample bosom against the frozen flesh. Her nipple ached fiercely; Ellyllon savored the burning cold as her tongue licked up to the statue’s ear.

Her pussy rubbed on the icy cock’s tip. “Do you want to fill me up, mighty warrior?” she purred. “Do you once again want to feel the heat of a woman’s embrace?”

The statue’s moan was almost a yes, ripped away by the wind howling through the Gardens.

“Of course you do. You are a man. You were born to rut and fuck, to stick your cock in every juicy hole you can.” Ellyllon let out a throaty purr. “You were made for the sport. You were made to give a thousand maidens their first pleasure, to slip into the bed of wives and widows, to entertain even queens with your prodigious gift.”

Ellyllon sank down on his frigid shaft. The cold shot through her, numbing her hot flesh. She groaned, her wings spasming as she held the warrior tight, riding his cock. She went slow, savoring every inch of the icy stabbing into her depths. Her passion built, her hips picking up in rhythm. Her ass clenched as she slid up his shaft, her pussy clinging to every inch of his cock.

“Yes! This is what you were made for!” she moaned, her ardor rising.

Ellyllon slammed down on the cock, rubbing her sensitive clit into his frozen pubic bone. Sparks of cold fire shot to her core, joining the numbing bliss his cock churned. Her fingernails scraped on ice as she gripped his broad shoulders.

The pleasure swelled faster inside her, propelling her hips to move faster. Her moans echoed louder, ringing like a high-pitched bell. She swirled her hips, stirring the frozen cock through her hot depths. He was cold, but enough enough to dampen her ardor.

“You stud. You magnificent stallion!” Ellyllon moaned. “Such a gift you are to me. I must thank whatever Fey had the foresight to preserve you for eternity.”

Her pussy clenched on the shaft. She could feel every inch of him as she rode his cock. Her head tossed back, her hair brushing her fluttering butterfly wings. Her nipples slid up and down his chest, frozen numb with delight.

Ellyllon’s orgasm exploded through her. She screamed out her joy into the howling wind. Her pussy convulsed about his cock, trying to milk the frozen cum from his balls. But he would never squirt his seed again. He would forever be hard. Forever ready to be used.

She chortled in delight as she rose from his cock, gasping as she was suddenly empty of his girth. Her orgasm still pumped through her veins, her vision dancing as she drank in his beauty for one last time, immortalizing the statue in her mind.

The Bean Sidhe sang her enjoyment. The air warped, churned by the violence of her song. The frozen statue hummed, resonating with her song. She increased the pitch, the shrill of the ice growing and growing. A crack formed, marring his chest. A scream of pain issued from the statue before he shattered into pristine shards that littered the snow.

“Must you destroy every one of your lovers,” grumbled a Svartalfar from behind Ellyllon.

“Yes,” Ellyllon cackled. “No other deserved his ecstasy after I touched him.”

The Svartalfar could do nothing to object. Ellyllon had the Queen’s favor, and the Bean Sidhe didn’t destroy that many of Mab’s statues. Ellyllon turned to the naked, ebony-skinned Svartalfar, his body slim and graceful, his cock growing hard as he witnessed her beauty.

“Would you like to enjoy my embrace?” she purred, reaching out to touch the tip of his cock.

“No,” the Svartalfar snapped. “You are summoned. The Queen of Air and Darkness demands your immediate audience, Ellyllon of the Whispered Death.”

A grin of delight crossed the Bean Sidhe’s lips. “How wonderful.” She leaned down and kissed the Svartalfar on the lips. He jerked back. If he were a Mortal, he would have undoubtably slipped on the snow, but the Svartalfar’s grace was unmatched, and he easily danced along the snowy hillock away from Ellyllon.

Mirth spilling out of her, Ellyllon took flight and raced to the Court of the Unseelie Queen. The Gardens blurred beneath her. Ahead, the white bark and thin branches of the alder trees loomed, surrounding Mab’s court. Ellyllon flew through the gate, the branches reaching for her, but she was too nimble to be snagged.

Ellyllon burst into the Unseelie Court. Above, the night sky burned clear, the stars twinkling the way they could on only the coldest nights. Snow blanketed everything in the court with pristine beauty. The powerful Fey lounged about, enjoying their cruel games and sports. Mab awaited her, perched on her throne of Blackthorn Wood, the dark wood twisted and gnarled.

Mab was almost an ice sculpture herself, her skin so pale, so perfect, she hardly seemed alive. Her hair was a cascade of pale blue, falling about her shoulders. Her dress was made of interlocking snowflakes, her lithe body visible through gaps, her nipples a beacon of bright red, like a pair of holly berries, that appeared as the dress shifted about her.

Ellyllon alighted before the throne, falling to her knees and pressing her face into the snow. Her butterfly wings spread out alongside her. “Summoned, so have I arrived.”

“Queen Titania’s dangerous game proceeds,” Mab said, her voice ringing like the shiver of an icicle. “Corrigan of the Winter’s Kiss has fallen to the Summer’s Emissary. The Mortal Champion has been claimed as Consort by a Rose Pixie.”

“A Rose Pixie?” I asked. “Titania sent a Rose Pixie to contend for the Mortal Champion.”

“Her choice was wiser than it appeared,” Mab purred. “Maeve of the Red Rose has bested Corrigan. I need a servant that can prevent Summer from wielding the Balance fully. The Mortal Champion must be destroyed.”

“Of course, my Queen.” Ellyllon’s fingers curled. “Has my exile from the Mortal World been lifted.”

“It has.” Mab shifted. “You may act as you please. Do what it takes. Titania must not be allowed to wield the Balance. No one can. The Equilibrium must be maintained. Retrieve the Balance so it may be destroyed.”

Destroyed? Shock filled the Bean Sidhe, but she did not question her Queen. “I will leave at once,” Ellyllon declared.

“The portal is ready.” Mab rose, striding towards Ellyllon. Her frigid fingers cupped the Bean Sidhe’s cheeks, lifting up her face. Ellyllon shuddered as the cold lips kissed hers. “You shall be our Champion, Ellyllon of the Whispered Death. Foil Titania’s mad plan. Save the Realms of Faerie and Mortals.”

“I leave at once.” Questions raced through the Bean Sidhe’s mind as she rose. Her wings beat, carrying her into the air.

The games the Fairy Queens played were beyond the Bean Sidhe’s understanding. She flew for the Gate of Winter. Ellyllon navigated through the court, flying down paths of alder until she reached a frozen pool. Lleu Llaw Gyffes stood before it, his back straight, dressed in armor grown from a black poplar, a surcoat of ice-blue draped over it. He was the Gatewarden of Winter.

“Ellyllon,” he greeted, his voice cracking like a fierce, snowy gale. He reached down to touch the icy surface with his finger. The water melted into pure blue as the portal was open, sapphire light rippling from the surface. “This will lead you near to where Corrigan died. I sense a stirring of Winter, perhaps one of her servants will be near.”

Ellyllon nodded and stepped into the icy water. She was engulfed in pure blue as she sank into the portal’s depths. Ellyllon hung in a void of sapphire. The Bean Sidhe spun about, searching for the stain of the Mortal’s world. She spotted the inky decay marring the pristine blue. She swam towards it or the decay moved towards her.

It was impossible to say how the Gate worked.

The decay loomed larger and larger before her, banishing the blue. Behind her, the sapphire dwindled into nothingness and Ellyllon was plunged into foul darkness. None of her sense experienced anything, no sights, smells, touches, tastes, or sounds reached her.

Nothingness engulfed her.

And then spat her out.

Her wings fluttered as she stared out on a street in the Mortal’s world. She fluttered her wings, staring down at the ebony-skinned man sobbing before her. He was a large man, his head shaved bald, and his shoulders broad. Traces of winter clung to him, buried deep inside him, but they melted. Corrigan was dead, and her hold on this Mortal slipped.

Ellyllon settled before him. “You’ve been touched by Winter,” she smiled. “Good. I need a servant.”

The man tried to pull away, but she seized his face with her fingers, holding him fast as she leaned in and kissed him. Her magic flowed out, latching on to Corrigan’s icy chains before they fully melted, strengthening them, and binding the Mortal to her. The Bean Sidhe did not have the power to chain Mortals like a Lean Sidhe, so it was lucky she had come across this man before Corrigan’s power had fully departed.

“Now. Tell me all you know of Maeve,” the Bean Sidhe purred, stroking his cheeks. The Pixie was a dangerous enemy if she had actually killed Corrigan. I must be careful.

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!

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!

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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