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My nerves are a little shot.  Less than two weeks from today I leave for Atlanta to attend DragonCON, the largest science fiction/fantasy convention in the US.  This itself is nothing new as I’ve been on panels the past few times I’ve gone but this time I’m on four panels, plus I’m teaching a bullwhip/singletail workshop so I have to maintain slightly more sobriety than normal 😉

But on top of that is the Vegas show, Sex in Sin City.  Again, no problem.  A bunch of old farts in the business meeting in public for the first time at a trade show designed for…I think writers.  Again, no problem.  Minus the back to back travel and my health.

But the big news for me is that Stalker has been sitting on my desk now for almost a full day, as the edits came back from my agent.  They’re not much, not heavy or bad.  And I welcome them but the thing is, this is the next level for me.

It’s a little terrifying. I’m not sure why yet.  I mean I fully intend to make a TON of money as a writer, and I have dedication and passion but I guess I got suckered into all the fear and bullshit every other writer gets when they realize Oh My Goddess this is fucking real.  Someone with some pull can actually SELL this story and make me much more money AND jump my career. This is actually a good thing but I’m nervous.  Not sure why.


That is my problem.  Here’s an excerpt for you fine readers though!

Hired by the Unseelie government to court an ally, Millie makes her way to Earth to strike alliance between the Unseelie court and The Protectors, before the Seelie court finally begins the battle between the two kingdoms of Faery.

As royalty of his pack, Prince Faolan and his Protectors are responsible for maintaining balance in the universe.  After being sent out one night by his assistant, he spots Millie, the ever so sexy faery and decides one night with her is a must until she reveals a desire for a different type of fun.  Image copyright by owner

An unknown enemy stalks them both, turning one night into a dangerous hell as truths are revealed, tables are turned and nothing is safe anymore.



Hard lines and angles meant for exploring struck her as a complete opposite of her small feminine self.

Fingers yearned to stroke the planes of his face.

The predatory glint in his eyes sent a tremor of fear through her.

She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the aching desire she now felt.

Millie couldn’t believe her luck!  Just moments ago she’d stood outside, telling Trevor she had no idea how to find Prince Faolan, and the bloody bastard shows up at her favorite Goth club!

Geral would be pleased at her progress.

His vest hung open, giving peeks at his broad chest and very well defined six pack abs.  Tight denim hugged thick thighs while dark hair hung down to his hips.  Boots that rode just above the knees gave him a menacing look that made her clench her thighs together in response.

Magick called to her, forcing her attention away from Trevor momentarily.  She turned and met Faolan’s eyes.  She had to squint to make out the large outline of the source where the magick came from and when she did, adrenaline rushed through her system.  Even through the smoke and scents of perfume and sweat, she could feel his power flowing down the stairs like a living thing, so welcomingly warm and predatory.

Trevor must have sensed it too because he had moved directly in front of her before the other wolf come downstairs. The stranger stood, hands on hips looking amused at Millie

She licked her lips at the size of his arousal.

He’d offered her his hand and bowed.  Long hair fell on each side of his face when he bowed and made for a perfect scene out of the Seelie Kingdom.

Her nipples peaked beneath her corset, rubbing against the liner, eliciting a soft moan.  Her breasts ached and tingled, wanted to be fondled and touched by this wolf.

She followed Faolan up the spiral staircase and past the row of leather chairs and couches, before stopping in front of the bar on the second floor.  A myriad of woman stood with jealous boyfriends.  The women had obviously been paying more attention to Faolan than their boyfriends, many of whom were attractive in their own right but lacked that special prowess wolves possessed.

Eyes on Millie’s body made her flesh tingle.  Other women were staring daggers at her back in contempt. Her lips pulled into a haughty smile that made her stand up straighter, sway her hips a little more and lean in almost possessively towards Faolan just to incite those glares.

Humans were once born with magick but had pushed it all away in an attempt to explain it. Depending too much on what they could see, touch and taste. Blind faith in the otherworldly had fled, replaced by hard logic and scientific fact. The Fae didn’t explain things, they accepted them. At least that was the way it used to be before the new dictator took over the Unseelie world.

Millie took the drink handed to her.  “How do I know you haven’t drugged this drink?”  She arched her back slightly, forcing her breasts against his very muscular arm.

“Why would I waste my time drugging a Faery?  You have far deadlier drugs than I have access to, Millie.”  His voice was low, commanding without being overly dominant.

She grew wetter between her thighs at just the tone of his question.

What she wouldn’t give to be pinned to the mattress and fucked through it while his mouth ravaged and bit at her flesh until she lay covered in bite marks, sweat and cum.

If she were lucky, she’d get his allegiance to the Unseelie court.  They would have the largest pack in America on their side against the Seelie court should the Seelie court try to mount an attack

Damn, what was she doing pondering political crap when there was a sexy beast to seduce? Why couldn’t she for once make this about her own personal needs?

“Drink,” he ordered, his eyes never left her form, as though he were devouring the sight of her body.

Millie scoffed.  “Excuse me?”

Faolan lifted his drink to his lips, took a long slow sip.

Millie kept her eyes on his throat, enjoying the play of his muscles as they worked with each sip.

Narrowing his eyes in a dominant posturing move, he looked over the rim of his plastic cup.  His eyes darkened, reminding her just how untamed and wild wolves could be.

Deciding to humor him, Millie took a sip from her drink, let it wash down her throat slowly, savoring the taste of anise and fennel on her tongue.  The scent of the forest mixed with mint wafted over her nose.

“Absinthe?”  She cocked an eyebrow

He nodded with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.  “My charge didn’t lie.  They do serve it here.  Point for them, though this is a weak brand.”  Finishing his drink, he set the empty cup down on the bar, ordered another and slapped down a large bill.

The bartender brought him another round a moment later before going back to his other customers.

“Come.” Faolan extended his hand out to her.

Millie sipped her drink again, enjoying the taste of the herbs before she took his hand in hers.  Large fingers wrapped around her smaller hand, tangling in hers at last while he pulled her along the walkway past another couch and set of chairs.

They came to the stairs.

She motioned towards the stairs with her head.  She whispered against rough skin, “Down and out?”  She scanned the crowd for Trevor or Virus.  Neither was spotted among the masses of bodies in the club.

A flutter went through her stomach.

Millie followed Faolan into another room with tables, red couches lined up along the wall, a bar in one corner and a set of doors opposite that corner.  Several televisions hung over the bar; playing various graphic light shows while the DJ in this room spun early trash 80’s music.

Faolan led her past a few curious onlookers and out through the patio door onto the wooden deck she’d been at earlier with Trevor.  Several folks stood talking.

There were other wolves about, and even a few Fae but none of them talked or even acknowledged her at first.  The second their eyes met hers and trailed up the line of her body to the large hand and imposing figure who captured her, they looked away indignantly.

A few people coughed and abruptly turned away when Faolan’s harsh gaze settled on them.

Faolan looked at her, speaking stern yet quietly.  “Kneel before me.”

Her eyebrows rose, her mouth gaping in a small expression of surprise.  “What?”

Faolan straightened and lowered his gaze.  “I will not repeat myself.”

His low voice thrummed over her body like a bass speaker.  Despite her rebellious nature, she found herself kneeling before Prince Faolan, looking straight at his girth.  She licked her lips and reached for him.

He slapped her hand away. “I did not say touch me yet.”

She gave him mock puppy dog eyes and a pout.  “Oh. I’m sorry.”

The amused gleam in his eyes told her that he found her fighting spirit somewhat attractive.  Sending out a magical feeler told her even more.  He was quite capable of holding his own in this realm.  He’d probably still have trouble in her world.

But in the Unseelie Kingdom, she wasn’t certain.

“Kneel and spread your legs.”  Faolan growled.

He wanted to play that game, eh?  Fine!  Millie lowered herself to the desk, her knees acting from the hard wood.  She had to lift her skirt up a tad, giving the world a view of the bottom of her well toned ass.

His booted foot slid between her thighs and kicked at her knees, spreading her legs farther apart, hiking her skirt up even higher.  “Very nice,” he licked his lips and crossed his arms.  “Bow your head, Miss Millie.”

Millie lowered her head and hair fell over her eyes, blocking him from sight.  A breeze blew over her bare skin, making Millie wish she’d worn a garter belt with thicker stockings.  Goose bumps appeared on her skin.  Or were those goose bumps from the raw masculine power Faolan emitted?

Prince Faolan stood before her with his arms crossed over his impressive chest.  He cupped her chin with one hand, tilting it upwards, and then ran his other hand through his hair.  “Very nice indeed.  Tell me, Miss Millie, would you like to come back home with me?”

Millie gasped.  Her hands became trembling fists.  It was now or never with him.  Take him, seduce him, and coax his allegiance to the Unseelie Court.

She needed this.  More than anything else, she needed him inside her. They could deal without her for one night, right?  She didn’t have to use the full force of fae lust magick on Prince Faolan, right?

Faolan touched her chin gently, then forcefully lifted her gaze to meet his.  “I asked you a question, Miss Millie. I expect an immediate answer.”

She looked at his eyes, the sternness in them and understood that he was used to playing Alpha.  Still, as annoying as that was, she had to admit that she loved the reflection of the streetlight off his steel blue eyes.  She inhaled deeply and let out a long, slow breath. “I’d love to come home with you.”

“Good.  We’ll leave immediately.” Prince Faolan turned and started towards the door.

Millie started to stand but waited a beat instead.  She gathered that Prince Faolan was the type of dominant to demand her to stand on his command and only on his command.  It suited her just fine for now.

“Oh,” he glanced over his shoulder, “you may stand and follow.  My car is in the parking lot.”

Millie nodded.  This was going to be fun.  She had a surprise in store for this lovely wolf though.

Standing, she smoothed her skirt down her thighs and felt the immediate stare of several onlookers.  She did have a nice ass but did half the people on the deck have to notice she wasn’t wearing panties?  Being fae it didn’t matter but she always seemed to adopt the humans belief in modesty at the oddest of times with no reason or explanation as to why.  Back in Faery, nobody questioned public nudity.

Humans were so uptight about sexuality even amongst the Goth crowd.

Catching up to Faolan took her breath away.  Keeping up with his long stride was tough but worth it since she’d been keeping an eye on the way the jeans hugged his ass.   Millie made her way through the crowd, following him out of the parking lot.  She wondered if she should say goodnight to Trevor or Virus but Faolan probably wouldn’t give her the chance.  It was for the best anyway, most wolves were so territorial.

Faolan stopped and retrieved a set of keys from his pocket.  He clicked the button and a loud chirp went off before a pair of headlights flashed from the car in front of her.  The car was equally deadly in appearance.  The newest model of Bentley stood before her in sleek black, making her wonder just how wealthy Faolan really was.

The door opened and he slid in.  “Well,” he turned to glare at her, “what are you waiting for?”

She ran around to the other side and slid in the passenger seat.  The smell of exotic leather wafted over her senses and made her realize yet again how nude she really was.  Though the fact that she was with another other worldly being helped.

“You’re very pretty,” he started the ignition and pulled out of the lot.

“You’re very stupid to drive something like that in this part of town.  You could get mugged or raped.”  She rested her head against the plush leather.

He shifted his weight in the seat.  “I’ve been told that before.  I’ve also been told that good girls only speak when spoken to.”  Faolan steered the car onto Good Latimer, gradually increasing speed.

Her heart raced when they sped onto the North Central Expressway.  “I’m anything but a good girl.”

He snorted.  “So I’ve noticed.  What’s a faery doing on earth?”

“You cut right to the chase, don’t you?”  She smirked.

He nodded.  “I do indeed.  The fae are welcome here but only if they do not cause trouble.”

“I wasn’t causing any trouble.”  She smirked.

“Hm. The Unseelie are always causing trouble.”  Faolan looked at her and frowned.  With her enhanced night abilities, she saw the steady, steel gaze of his eyes, saw flames of lust dancing in those gorgeous eyes.  Powerful shoulders relaxed against the seat while one hand remained on the steering wheel, the other on the shifter at his side.

Faolan appeared to be studying her.  When their eyes met, he resumed looking at the darkness on the freeway.

She couldn’t deny that her brethren often caused a lot of trouble wherever they went.  Some of the trouble they caused was on purpose, but most of it was just by poor association with the dregs of society.  The Unseelie were the darker cousins of the Seelie court, never truly understood, wanted or cared for by anyone.  Of course after they embraced technology, they’d become even more hated by the Seelie court and many of the other magical creatures in their realms

The breathy tone she spoke with held just a hint of magick.  “You want me.”

“I do.  And I plan to have you, little girl.  And I plan to redden that sexy little ass of yours before I shove my cock inside it.”  His tone was matter-of-fact.  There was no room for negotiations in his world, it appeared.

No room in hers either.  She planned to have a real wolf tonight, one who would rock her world, leave her sore and begging for more.  There would be no Unseelie court tonight, no mission of convincing him to join her side for any sort of alliance other than that of two naked bodies writhing in ecstasy and pure pleasure.  It’d been too long since she’d had a good hard fuck.  Trevor could help her if she’d have let him.  And it wouldn’t have been bad, either.  Well, by different standards of course.

She grinned at the thought of having both Trevor and Faolan in her bed.

“So, why are you a prince?”  Her fingers found his hand on the shifter and began stroking over his skin.  A thin layer of soft fur covered his forearm.

“Because my people made me one.”  His fingers found hers.

Their hands interlocked.  His thumb began stroking the palm of her hand, sending waves of pleasure humming throughout her body.

She shivered at the tension easing off her back.  “Well Mr. Prince, where are we going?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her wide grin.  “I have a home in highland park.  It’s a large lot with enough room around it that nobody will hear you scream.”

An eyebrow rose.  “You think you can make me scream?”

Faolan chuckled.  “Yeah.”

Millie nodded.  The scent of lupine hung thick in the car between them along with her hormonal aroma.  No doubt Faolan could smell it too.

Lights from the freeway loomed overhead, reminding Millie of the similarities between her world and this one.  True, there wasn’t nearly as much tech here as in the Unseelie Kingdom but humans has an interesting way of developing things and adapting to them.

She still recalled her mission. Seduce Faolan, coax his cooperation by any means necessary.

Licking her lips, she faced forward and intended to do just that.  But first, she’d have a little fun.

The steady silence hum of the engine remained the only thing audible for moments.  It was refreshing to Millie to not hear the buzz of so much electricity and static.

Faolan’s gentle tone interrupted her thoughts.  “I hear you’re breaking Court Laws in this seduction.”

She stiffened.  “You might say I have friends in high places that allow for these…transgressions.”

“Why does that rule exist?”

Shrugging, Millie spoke dryly.  “I hear it’s because too many of your kind have killed ours and the Court likens it to genocide since wolves tend to hate the Fae.”

Snorting, Faolan maneuvered the car past a few slower drivers.  “Not true.  If I hated you, you’d be dead.”

A flush of power rippled through the car, making Millie shiver.  She made a mental note to be on guard for her trick later when it was time to bring him to her way of thinking.  “I doubt you can take me.”

The power grew around her, threatening to choke her.

She reached for her throat but Faolan kept her hand down on the clutch.

She couldn’t move.  “What are you doing?” She coughed out the words.

Faolan looked at the road, his mouth the only thing moving.  “Does this scare you Millie?”

Millie made a crude noise.  The Unseelie were far more threatening than his earth magick could ever hope to be. “Not in the least.”


“Why?”  The power released her.  She took a deep breath and slumped her shoulders back against plush leather.

“Just curious.  I’m not afraid of the Unseelie, nor do I harbor hatred for the overall race.  That push of power would have told me your true intentions, had you been here to cause trouble.”

Trying hard to reign in her own magick, Millie took another deep breath.  Letting it out slowly, the collected energy circled around her and found the channel she intended it for.

Her lust.

Her lips curled upwards in a slow smile and her scent began to fill the car.  Nipples still aroused, a cold blast of air would fill the car in a moment.  Thankful that Faolan was a strong wolf, she let out her power slowly in a manner designed to seduce.

It crawled off her skin and caressed Faolan’s body so much that he reacted though his response was so quick that it couldn’t be detected by the naked eye.

Pleased with herself, Millie pushed just a tad bit more sex magick into the air.

Faolan’s nostrils flared but he remained calm.

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