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New Release: Claimed by the Viking (The Viking’s Harem 1)

Claimed by the Viking

The Viking’s Harem 1

A thousand years ago, Tor went a viking into the lands of the Scots. He didn’t expect to be embroiled in the machinations of faerie and tyrants. When he rescues a young woman about to be sacrificed by a dark wizard, Tor awakens to his new, wolfish destiny! You can buy Claimed by the Viking for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

A powerful viking rescues innocent maiden and claims her nubile body!

Una, an innocent maiden, lies chained to an altar. Her master a dark sorcerer, prepares to sacrifice her life to fuel his evil goddess’s powers. The beautiful girl’s only hopes is the wolf from her dream, the powerful viking, to save her.

Tor, a viking with a wolf lurking in his soul, has come to Scotland to raid and plunder. He finds the nubile Una chained to an altar. His passions inflamed, the viking has to claim her and take her hard.

And the submissive maiden is eager to surrender her innocence to the hunky viking. But fate is about to change Tor’s life.

Claimed by the Viking is an 8400 words viking, harem, supernatural, werewolf, shifter, fairy, witch, magic, first time, menage, creampie, oral, hot wife erotica that is not for the faint of heart!

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New Release: Kimmie’s Futa Surprise (Futa’s Exhibitionist Wish 1)

Kimmie’s Futa Surprise

Futa’s Exhibitionist Wish 1

A naughty futa-fairy is granting wishes and making naughty girls and wicked women into futanari! You can buy Kimmie’s Futa Surprise for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

A cheerleader’s exhibitionist wish is granted by the futa-fairy!

Kimmie desires nothing more than to go out before the crowd at the big game flashing her body and driving the crowd wild with lust. She wants to frolic with her fellow cheerleaders and take them hard with her naughty toys.

The naughty cheerleader wishes to bare all!

And the futa-fairy will make it happen. Kimmie finds herself before the sexy futa-fairy, surrounded by hundreds more futanari watching her. She is taken hard for the first by the futa-fairy while salty passion rains down on her.

Kimmie’s naughty wishes are granted as the futa-fairy changes her forever!

Kimmie’s Futa Surprise is a 7200 futa-on-female, magic, body modification, oral, exhibitionism, masturbation, cheerleader, coed, bukakke, first time erotica that is not for the faint at heart!

A Tale of the Futa-Fairy!

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New Release: Cassandra’s MILF Desire (Futa’s Hot MILF Wish 1)

Cassandra’s MILF Desire

Futa’s Hot MILF Wish 1

A naughty futa-fairy is granting wishes and making naughty girls and wicked women into futanari! You can buy Cassandra’s MILF Desire for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

The futa-fairy grants Cassandra’s wish to enjoy her MILF neighbor!

Young Cassandra burns with desire for the sexy MILF next door. Mrs. Teller is a blonde, mature bombshell that has Cassandra wet with desire. She aches to seduce the older woman into lesbian passion

And the futa-fairy feels Cassandra’s wish.

If Cassandra lets the futa-fairy take her hard, all her dreams will come true. Desperate to be with Mrs. Teller, Cassandra submits. The naughty futa-fairy takes Cassandra hard for the first time and transforms her.

Will the new futa seduce her MILF neighbor?

Cassandra’s MILF Desire is a 7300 word futa-on-female, magic, body modification, oral, MILF, cheating, hot wife, masturbation, voyeurism, first time erotica that is not for the faint at heart!

A Tale of the Futa-Fairy!

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New Release: Deidre’s Forbidden Wish (Futa’s Taboo Wish 1)

Deidre’s Forbidden Wish

Futa’s Taboo Wish 1

A naughty futa-fairy is granting wishes and making naughty girls and wicked women into futanari! You can buy Deidre’s Forbidden Wish for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE!

Deidre make as naughty wish and the futa-fairy answers!

Deidre’s struggling with her desires. The young woman can’t help but lust after Keily. She’s known the younger woman all her life. And now she wants her. Every night, Deidre dreams of seducing Keily, touching the innocent girl’s nubile body.

She knows it’s wrong. Forbidden. But she can’t help herself.

When she receives a letter from Leanan Sidhe, the futa-fairy all her dreams come true. Taken hard by the futa-fairy for the first time, Deidre is gifted with the one thing that will make her desires come true: Her own extra bit!

With her throbbing futa-passion she can seduce Keily into taboo rapture!

Deidre’s Forbidden Wish is an 8000 word futa-on-female, fairy, magic, body modification, first time, oral, panty sniffing, taboo, forbidden erotica that is not for the faint at heart!

A Tale of the Futa-Fairy!

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New Release: Queen of Summer (Book Seven of The Mortal Champion)

Queen of Summer

Book Seven of The Mortal Champion

The sixth part of my supernatural, fairy, erotic series is out! You can pick up Queen of Summer for $2.99 on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Amazon DE, and for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, you can borrow Queen of Summer for free!

QueenofSummerGunnar, Maeve, and Mindy prepare to confront Mab, Queen of Winter!

The exciting conclusion to the bestselling fairy, supernatural, erotic romance!

Gunnar has claimed the power of the Mortal Champion and the love of Maeve and Mindy. But a darkness grows in him—the Hellhound. Driven to protect the ones he loves and to revenge the pain inflicted upon his life, Gunnar declares war on the Faerie Queen of Winter.

As Mab readies for his attack, the Pixie Maeve questions who their real enemy is. The Queen of Summer’s actions have caused the passionate Pixie to question Titania’s agenda. But Gunnar is fixed on Mab.

Both the mortal world and Faerie hangs in the balance!

Fairy Menage is a 36,000 word supernatural, erotica, romance thriller full of heart-pounding passion, kinky sex, and heart-stopping excitement. This story is loaded with mature themes that are not for the faint at heart!

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Fairy Menage (Book Six of The Mortal Champion)

Fairy Menage

Book Six of The Mortal Champion

 

The sixth part of my supernatural, fairy, erotic series 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 for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, you can borrow Fairy Menage for free!

FairyMenageTreasach has bested Gunnar and stolen Maeve from him!

The bestselling fairy, supernatural, erotic romance continues!

Gunnar struggles with his defeat as he returns to the Mortal world. His only hope of rescuing his pixie lover Maeve from the hands of Treasach is to find the Avatars of the Season to awaken the Balance’s power. But Gunnar only has the flimsiest of clues to find these women.

But hope isn’t lost. Gunnar’s ex-girlfriend Mindy, believing Gunnar himself is under Maeve’s spell, rushes to free him. The beautiful blonde may be Gunnar’s only hope to save Maeve!

Ellyllon, an evil Fey, prowls in the background and Gunnar’s close from Akiko is her spy! Danger and passion swirls around Gunnar and those he loves as the clash between Summer and Winter heats up!

Fairy Menage is a 35,000 word supernatural, erotica, romance thriller full of heart-pounding passion, kinky sex, and heart-stopping excitement. This story is loaded with mature themes that are not for the faint at heart!

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New Release: Song of Desire (Book Five of The Mortal Champion)

Song of Desire

Book Five of The Mortal Champion

 

The fifth part of my supernatural, fairy, erotic series 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 for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, you can borrow Song of Desire for free!

SongofDesireMaeve and Gunnar have defeated Corrigan and are reunited!

The bestselling fairy, supernatural, erotic romance continues!

While Gunnar and Maeve share their passion, a new threat approaches. Ellyllon, a beautiful and deadly banshee, has arrived to kill the lovers for Winter. And she’ll use those closest to Maeve and Gunnar to complete her mission.

Gunnar has finally found the Balance, but the power eludes him. Maeve sees only one place to find answers to their questions—Cadair Idris. But Cadair Idris lies in the wild lands of Equinox, the chaotic realm of Faerie between the Winter and Summer Courts. It is a dangerous place, full of Wild Fey who serve neither court.

Song of Desire is a 34,000 word supernatural, erotica, romance thriller full of heart-pounding passion, kinky sex, and heart-stopping excitement. This story is loaded with mature themes that are not for the faint at heart!

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Sneak Peak of ‘Song of Desire (Book Five of the Mortal Champion)’

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

SongofDesireEllyllon’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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New Release: Bound to the Fey (Book Four of the Mortal Champion)

Bound to the Fey

Book Four of The Mortal Champion

 

The fourth part of my supernatural, fairy, erotic series is out! You can pick up Bound to the Fey for $2.99 on 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!

BoundtotheFeyCan the Pixie win back Gunnar’s heart away from Corrigan? The bestselling, paranormal romance continues! 

Corrigan’s illusions have painted Maeve as a monster in her fiance Gunnar’s eyes. Maeve blindly stepped into Corrigan’s trap. Gunnar has fallen for Corrigan’s lies and despair fills the Pixie’s heart. His heart hurt by Corrigan’s lies, Gunnar turns to the dark Fey and finds solace in her arms. Maeve needs to find the courage to get back up and fight for her man.If she doesn’t, the Mortal Champion will be bound to Corrigan and the Court of Summer will loose the looming war with Winter. But how can one Pixie overcome the cunning of Corrigan. There is once chance for Maeve. She must gamble everything to free the man she loves from Corrigan!

Bound to the Fey is a 34,000 word supernatural, erotica, romance thriller full of heart-pounding passion, kinky sex, and heart-stopping excitement. This story is loaded with mature themes that are not for the faint at heart!

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Sneak Peak: Bound to the Fey (Book Four of the Mortal Champion)

Hi Everyone,

I’m hard at work on part four 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.

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!

Here’s a sneak peak at book 4!

Bound to the Fey (Book Four of the Mortal Champion)

Chapter One: Rose of Despair

BoundtotheFey

I lost him.

The thought echoed through the Pixie’s mind as she stared up at the dark storm clouds churning above her. She lay naked, hidden by the tightly-grown rose brushes, concealed from the outside world. From her failure.

I lost him.

Only hours ago, she had been happy and engaged to the Mortal Champion. To Gunnar.

Maeve of the Red Rose had left Summer, the realm of the Seelie Faerie, and ventured forth into the Mortal World. She was the Emissary of Queen Titania, sent to find the Mortal Champion before Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness, could claim him.

And now Corrigan, Winter’s Emissary, had done just that.

And it’s all my fault.

A month ago, she had crossed over and met Gunnar. Not only had she found the Mortal Champion before Winter, but she had won his heart. Gunnar was amazing. He was strong and loving, passionate and caring. He was a warrior and poet. Nurseful… Together, they had forged a strong love, armoring Gunnar from Corrigan’s foul magic.

So long as Maeve and Gunnar loved each other, Corrigan of the Winter’s Kiss, a vile Lean Sidhe of the Unseelie Fey, could not use her magic to twist Gunnar’s love and enslave him. So Corrigan had first tried to kill Maeve.

But the Pixie had survived, and the assassination attempt only seemed to bring her and Gunnar closer together. And then he had proposed marriage a week ago.

The naked Pixie brushed her finger against the engagement ring on her left hand as the rain hammered her. Her gossamer wings fluttered once, half submerged in icy, muddy water. The cold seeped into the Fey, but she didn’t notice it as she ran through her mistakes over and over.

I lost him.

Even as Maeve and Gunnar had grown closer and closer, she found it harder and harder to admit to Gunnar what she truly was. She couldn’t bear for her solid, practical, stubborn warrior to reject her true nature. Gunnar didn’t believe in magic or Fairies. She kept putting it off and off while Gunnar became more and more convinced that Maeve was open and honest with him.

And Corrigan had used that mistake to shatter Gunnar’s love.

While celebrating her engagement to Gunnar—what poor, dead Magda had called a bachelorette party—a Bodath had attacked Maeve’s sorority. The foul Fey had been birthed by Corrigan and tore through Maeve’s protective spells around the sorority with ease. Though Maeve had killed the Bodath, strangling the beast with roses, the Fey had killed Magda.

I let down Gunnar and my best friend.

In a fury over the beautiful Magda’s death, the Pixie had launched herself into the night. She had been full of the fiery passion of love and Summer. Maeve had followed the Bodath’s trail to Corrigan’s house.

Maeve had been so full of rage she hadn’t immediately noticed Gunnar’s presence. The Pixie had blown apart Corrigan’s wards and blasted open her living room. She had flown in, ready to burn the Lean Sidhe apart.

Instead Corrigan was kissing Gunnar. And instead of fighting Maeve, Corrigan had cast a glamour, clouding Gunnar’s vision while she cried and blubbered, hiding behind Gunnar. Before Maeve knew what was happening, Corrigan’s pair of hellhounds had leaped past the Pixie to attack Gunnar. Corrigan had been ready for this moment, handing Gunnar a cold iron poker. Maeve’s mighty warrior had easily dispatched the pair of hellhounds while Corrigan maintained her terrified act.

Gunnar had thought Maeve had sent the hellhounds to attack him. Corrigan’s glamour had made him see the Pixie as something foul. Maeve had tried to break the illusion, but she had stood in the heart of Corrigan’s power. Because of her failure, Gunnar’s love had been shattered by the belief his fiancee had tried to kill him.

That I am a monster.

Maeve had witnessed Gunnar’s love shatter. She could see people’s auras, read their hearts, and Gunnar’s love in her had been badly damaged. It left him open to Corrigan’s touch. Maeve had kept trying, but Gunnar had the cold iron poker gripped in his fist. He had been terrified of her, brandishing the foul cold iron—the only substance truly poisonous to a Fey—at her.

Despair had claimed Maeve, and she had fled to her roses.

I lost him.

Images of Gunnar kneeling before Corrigan flooded her mind. Her strong warrior was owned by Winter. Corrigan had manipulated Maeve into destroying her own love.

Only despair filled Maeve, driving away all her love. Bit by bit, she would let grief steal her away into dreamless sleep and fade from the world.

I lost him.

~ ~ ~

Gunnar’s mind didn’t want to work as he followed Corrigan through her house. The disgusting, foul thing that had been his fiancee had ripped out his heart when she flew off, leaving only a hollow hole that needed filling. Even if it was with Corrigan.

His mind rebelled at comprehending what his fiancee had really turned out to be. How his sweet, loving, playful lover had secretly been a hideous fiend didn’t make sense to Gunnar. He didn’t want to think about it.

Once again, the woman I love turned out to be a monster.

First Mindy had crushed Gunnar’s heart when she revealed that she was secretly a slut, letting every guy at a party gangbang her. And now Maeve. Gunnar was glad his heart was gone. He only wished the pain would flee as well.

Corrigan’s perfect, shapely ass swayed before him as she climbed the stairs. Flashes of her shaved pussy appeared between her sleek thighs. Her violet hair fell in a curtain down her back, swaying as she walked, and her golden eyes shot him smoky looks over her shoulder, beckoning him onward.

His blood grew hotter. The drunken lust he had felt at the bachelor party returned, hardening his cock. He focused on the lust, the ache in his empty chest fading. It was soothing to feel anything other than despair.

I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time,” purred Corrigan. “Umm, but you are so handsome, Gunnar.”

He didn’t answer. That was too much effort.

I’ll make you forget all about that horrible Maeve. Don’t you worry. I’ll heal your pain.” Her voice was thick and sultry, purring like honey, but there was the faintest hint of ice.

Gunnar didn’t care. She could be cold. All he wanted was to be rid of the pain, to lose himself in any distraction.

The last image of Maeve reared in Gunnar’s mind, not the fearsome thing dripping foul ichor with hideous, fly-like wings, but of her red hair flying behind her, her gossamer wings glinting gold, and the terrible despair engulfing her face.

Gunnar stumbled, pausing on the stairs.

Why had she been full of despair? She had fled in fear of the poker, so why did she look so different that last—

A blast of frigid air engulfed Gunnar, driving away that thought. His blood burned hotter, driving away the cold. Corrigan waited at the top of the stairs, her breasts round and inviting, her pink nipples hard. She beckoned.

Gunnar’s throbbing cock urged him to follow.

His feet thumped as he climbed the last few stairs. Corrigan led him into a bedroom. The decoration surprised him. The carpet was white as fresh snow, the bed was intricately carved, clearly an antique, and stained almost black. A pale-blue comforter covered the bed. The dresser was covered in dollies, and little cat knickknacks dotted the room. Pictures of an old woman holding various cats dotted the walls.

It wasn’t the bedroom of a wild girl like Corrigan.

This is my grandmother’s house,” she smiled, sensing his question. “She’s on a cruise and I’m watching it for her.”

Corrigan stretched out on the bed, writhing sensuously. Gunnar’s cock burned hotter, aching to be buried in her flesh, to find forgetfulness in her arms. Gunnar ripped off his shirt, exposing his broad chest, ruffling his shoulder-length, sandy-blond hair. He had the build and look of a Viking warrior, wide shoulders, rippling muscles. Only his eyes would seem strange, one blue and the other brown.

I’ve been dreaming of this all semester,” moaned Corrigan. “Ever since I laid eyes on you that first time in Professor Webster’s class.” Her fingers slid down her lush body, pushing between her thighs and stroking her pussy. She spread her lips open, revealing her wet, pink flesh. “I need you! Make love to me, Gunnar. Forget about Maeve. Take your reward for driving off that demon.”

Demon?” Gunnar growled. Was Maeve a demon?

How could you love a demon?

The pain returned, so he ignored it, listening to his throbbing cock. He ripped off his pants, his girth popping out. Corrigan let out a throaty moan, her fingers playing through her pussy lips as she writhed, her tits jiggling.

Come to me, Gunnar. Be mine.”

A cold wind tickled down the back of his neck. Corrigan seemed even more beautiful and desirable. She eclipsed any woman Gunnar had ever seen. Her beauty was perfect. He drank in her pale, lithe flesh as he moved to the bed.

He crawled onto the blue comforter, seizing her thighs and pulling her pussy closer to his mouth. She smelled cool and fresh. His mouth watered. Gunnar took a long lick up her pussy, savoring her flavor as she shuddered.

Yes! Eat me! Love me! Worship me, Gunnar! Oh, yes! I’ve wanted this for so long! Umm, yes!”

Gunnar spread her pussy lips far apart with his thick fingers, working his tongue deep into her pink flesh. She squealed and moaned, shuddering beneath his hungry mouth. Her toes curled, her hips arching into his mouth.

Gunnar loved to eat pussy. He loved to give a woman pleasure, savoring her gasps and moans as he fed on her succulent flesh. Every pussy was different. Some women had plump, tight vulva, their labia barely peaking out, and other women had fat, wrinkly lips you could suck into your mouth, with so many variations in between. Shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He didn’t care. From the virginal appearance of a shaved pussy, to the excitement of silky pubic hairs brushing his lips, he enjoyed every one.

But not Corrigan’s.

She tasted wonderful. Her flesh was hot. Her thighs pressed against his face as she bucked and moaned against his hungry lips. He sent his tongue probing her depths, his nose nuzzling against her hard clit.

But all he could think about was driving his cock into her depths. He liked to give a woman at least one orgasm before fucking her, but the emptiness inside him needed to be filled. And he wouldn’t fill that pain by eating out her pussy.

Gunnar rose, crawling up her body.

No! Don’t stop!” she hissed, her hands clasping his shoulder, trying to push him back down her body. “Make me cum, Gunnar!”

No,” he growled. “You can cum on my cock! I need to be in you.”

She struggled to push him down, but he was strong. His hands shoved her thighs farther apart as he settled between them. Corrigan moaned her frustration, but then reached down and seized his cock, stroking him and guiding him to her pussy.

You always were so stubborn,” Corrigan muttered as his cock nudged the lips of her pussy. Gunnar groaned, savoring her silky feel, and then drove into her.

Hot, tight flesh engulfed him. Bliss radiated out from his cock. Gunnar reveled in her wet silk, the despair in his heart banished by the pleasure. He sank deeper, going so slow, savoring every inch as he penetrated her.

Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her thighs wrapping about him. “You’ll be worth all the effort to tame you.”

Gunnar didn’t care what she said. His right hand seized her heavy breast. He squeezed it, thumbing her nipple. She shuddered beneath him, bucking up into his thrusts. Her lips nibbled at his chin and cheek, trying to find his lips.

He turned his head, raising his body up with his arms. He drove his cock deep into her pussy, his strokes growing harder and harder. She gasped beneath him, her fingernails raking down his broad chest as her golden eyes shone with passion.

Take my cock,” he grunted. “Take it, whore!”

Whore!” Corrigan laughed. “Umm, you’ll pay for that.”

Gunnar didn’t care, her fingernails biting harder into his flesh. He drew back, slamming his cock in deep. “You love it, whore. I’ve seen you strutting around school. You’re just like Mindy and…” He couldn’t say her name. “You’re a slut. You’ve just been aching for my cock.”

Oh, I have,” she moaned, undulating beneath him. “It’s wonderful. Keep fucking me, stud. Keep pounding me. Oh, yes! You’re big dick is going to make me explode.”

Good.” The bed creaked, the headboard thumping into the wall. “I love it when a whore cums on my cock.”

Corrigan’s eyes squeezed shut. A naughty squeal escaped her lips, her pussy writhing about his shaft. Gunnar savored her orgasm. Her pussy tightened and relaxed, intensifying the ache at the tip of his cock.

His balls tightened as they hammered into her.

Cum in me!” she hissed, her fingernails biting even harder into his chest. The pain flared, compelling his hips to hammer her pussy harder.

Yes!” he roared, burying his cock to the hilt in her depths.

Gunnar shuddered as his balls boiled.

His cum erupted from his cock. Great pulses of pleasure rocketed through him. He grunted with each one, throwing back his head. For a moment, everything faded but the wonderful bliss of his orgasm. He clutched to it, never wanting to lose it.

But he did lose it and the pain returned.

Gunnar collapsed on top of Corrigan.

Umm, that was wonderful,” she purred in his ear. “I love you, Gunnar. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

But I love Maeve…

How can I love a demon?

Maeve’s red hair flying behind her, her gossamer wings beating gold, her sob of despair.

Gunnar rolled onto his back.

What am I going to do? Maeve is dangerous. She tried to kill us.

You did the right thing,” Corrigan purred, leaning against him, nuzzling at his ear. “You saved me. You’re a hero. I always knew it. It’s why I fell in love with you. You’re amazing.”

Gunnar turned his head. He wanted to believe her words. He wanted to replace his destructive love for Maeve with something else. Just for tonight. He pulled Corrigan closer. The small amount of love she offered was better than the alternative.

He kissed her lips.

Maeve’s red hair, her gossamer wings, and her cry of despair filled his mind. Gunnar only tasted bitter cold on Corrigan’s lips.

~ ~ ~

Frustration filled Corrigan as her magic was rebuffed. Gunnar’s love for Maeve was in shambles, his defenses crumbling, but he still clutched to that one true memory of the Pixie he had glimpsed as she had fled last night.

So stubborn.

Corrigan continued plying him with lies. “I love you so much, Gunnar,” she purred, mouthing the empty the words as she nuzzled against him, sliding her hand down his stomach. Humans confused love and sex so easily. “You saved me. You’re my hero. Let me thank you.”

Her hand found his cock, stroking his girth. He was a powerful lover. Corrigan had savored every moment of their rutting. She only wished he had kept eating her pussy. His will was too strong. She needed to slowly break him. Maeve had polluted every fiber of his being.

Dominating the Mortal Champion was proving harder than Corrigan had imagined.

But I have all the time in the world. The little Pixie is crushed. She lost. She won’t have the fight to face me again. She’ll fade into nothingness as despair bleeds the life out of her.

Corrigan kissed down his rippling abs to his hardening cock. He had spent a lot of time around Maeve, and the Pixie had been subtly increasing his stamina to keep up with her appetites. Corrigan doubted Maeve even realized she had done it. Corrigan licked her lips before tonguing the crown of Gunnar’s cock.

Gunnar groaned as she savored her flavor on his dick.

That’s it, whore,” he growled.

Whore! I’ll make him howl for every time he insults me.

But she let the name pass for now. He was still too strong.

Corrigan sucked his cock into her mouth, plying him with her talents. His groan was satisfying. Bit by bit, his love for Maeve was chipped away. His affection for Corrigan would grow. She would first bind him with his love before she bound with pain.

~ ~ ~

Mary stepped into the hospital room. Magda looked so frail and helpless, a tube down her throat, her eyes closed. The metal lung whooshed, Magda’s chest rose, and then there was a hissing exhale. Another machine beeped, showing the steady rhythm of her heart.

Mary moved to the bed, grasping the younger woman’s hand. The last two weeks had been magical. Ever since she laid eyes on Magda, the math professor had found herself consumed with love for the sexy, Hispanic coed. It just felt right, like they had known each other for years instead of days.

I’m here for you,” Mary whispered, kissing Magda’s golden-brown fingers, careful not to disturb the IV plunged into her arm.

The door opened. A doctor walked in to the room.

Oh, hello,” Doctor Zee said, her face weary. “And you are?”

Her girlfriend,” Mary answered, tears beading in her green eyes. “What’s wrong with her, Doctor?”

We’re not sure,” Doctor Zee answered. “We’re running tests. I can tell you that she’s stable, but she’s non-responsive.”

What does that mean?”

She’s in a deep coma. There’s barely any brain activity. We think she can breath on her own, but we don’t want to take chances just yet.” The Doctor glanced at her charts. “We’re running every test we can think of. The only injuries we found were minor lacerations from broken glass. None hit any vein or artery and were only superficial. Perhaps there was a toxin on the glass.”

She inhaled something.” Mary shuddered as she remembered the foul, gray monster that had burst through the wall and grabbed her love. It had done something to Magda, smothering her with smoke. And then Maeve had turned into the most beautiful sight, growing these gossamer wings and fought the monster.

Maeve’s a fairy. No wonder the woman seemed so mystical and strange at times.

Is there anything you can do for her, Doctor?”

Doctor Zee shook her head. “Right now, all we can do is keep her comfortable while we run the test. She may recover on her own. Or…”

The tears fell down Mary’s cheek. I need Maeve. She’s a pixie or fairy or whatever. She’ll know how to save Magda. Mary grabbed her purse, pulling out her cell phone.

You can’t use that in the ICU,” Doctor Zee admonished.

Mary frowned, glancing at her lover, chewing on her lip. “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

She kissed Magda on the cheek and then left the ICU. When she reached the waiting area, she called Maeve.

Hello?” a quiet voice answered.

Maeve?” Mary asked, her heart beating faster. “It’s Professor Sommer.”

No. It’s Raven.” She was one of Magda and Maeve’s sorority sister. “Maeve…she hasn’t come back yet.”

We need to find her,” Mary gasped.

W-what is she, Professor Sommer?” Raven’s voice quivered. “What happened tonight?”

I don’t know. But we need her. She’ll be able to save Magda.” Mary clutched to that thought.

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