by
Gracen Miller
Every
woman needs a Fairy Casanova…and I’m not talking about the rakish type of
Casanova, but the one that gives mind-blowing pleasure because he gets
satisfaction from your bliss. But how many of us really think of fairies as
sexual creatures? Or even attribute them with sexy qualities? Typically when I
think of fairies, I think of mystical, otherworldly females, almost always they
are diminutive, while some are sweet and helpful and others are mischievous
firebrands.
When
you hear the word fairy, do you think of small, ethereal creatures—like Tinkerbell?—that
fly about like a hummingbird? Do you imagine them so small they recline on
tulips or other flowers? Are they mischief makers, helpers or a mixture of the
two? And they almost always have wings, right? And do you ever think of them in
a sexual way?
Wikipedia
states that while current society illustrates them as winged, radiant
creatures, they were originally portrayed much differently from our modern day
ideology. One concept, they are tall, angelic creatures with a radiant
disposition. Hmm…that could definitely fit my Fairy Casanova storyline. A
second concept depicts them as diminutive, wrinkled troll-like beings. Yeah, so
totally not sexy. The idea of wings
came about in Victorian era artwork, but interestingly, in the original
folklore, wings were rare. Instead, fairies flew with magic or on stems of
ragwort or birds. This is a much different ideology than what I envision. How
about you?
Folk
beliefs identified fairies as:
1.
Dead. Fairies were ghosts. Hmm…I
cannot see myself being scared of a fairy ghost, but that’s probably because I
visualize them as little people wearing wings! LOL
2.
Demoted angels. Hmm…interesting, but
this belief isn’t talking about fallen angels. Rather, angels that were caught
between heaven and hell when God locked the doors to heaven. Well, that doesn’t
seem fair! Another notion is that they weren’t bad enough for Hell and weren’t
good enough for heaven. Wonders if this is similar to a purgatory concept…hmmm?
3.
Demons. There sure is a lot of God
folklore associated with fairies.
4.
Babies Laugh. I love this idea! In a
story about Peter Pan, author J.M. Barrie of The Little White Bird, said, “When the first baby laughed for the first
time, his laugh broke into a million pieces, and they all went skipping about.
That was the beginning of fairies.”
In
my short erotic romance e-book, Fairy Casanova—part of Decadent Publishing’s 1NightStand
series—a very human woman discovers she has scheduled a one-night stand with a
very real fairy. Would you believe someone without proof if they told you they
were a fairy? I sure wouldn’t and…well, here’s how the heroine takes the news.
While you’re reading it, think how you would
react:
“I’m going to peel your garment from
your body, slowly”—she groaned again at the vivid imagery—”and taste every inch
of your human flesh.”
Human flesh?
She froze against his body. What a
strange thing to say.
Sadie leaned back to stare at him. “You
don’t think you’re…human?” She hesitated uttering the word human for
fear of his answer.
“I’m not human.”
The response she’d feared receiving.
“Madame Evangeline didn’t impart I’m a
fairy?”
She blinked, tried to process the
information, and failed. “Mmhmm…a fairy?” Her stomach pitched to the floor. “Really?
Wow.” Finally, she understood how her request had come into play. She’d checked
off otherworldly, not expecting much more than someone who believed in aliens
or something equally eccentric. But a sexy fairy, ready to be her one-night
stand…He didn’t really expect her to believe that, did he? She lived and
breathed balderdash in the courtroom, and she could sniff out lies better than
a hound dog could sniff out quarry. “You’re a fairy? Give me a break.”
“It’s true.”
Sadie glared at him, any amusement she
might have felt shifting straight into irritation. “How fantastic for you.” And
horrifying for me!
Jace grinned, exposing straight white
teeth, and he went from gorgeous to pussy-throbbing—forget heart-throbbing. He
affected the lower region of her anatomy far too much for the latter
description. Maybe she shouldn’t let it bother her that he was crazy. If he
kept talking that fairy business, he’d end up in a nuthouse—assuming he wasn’t
an escapee already.
“I can prove it.”
“How? You going to morph into a tiny
fairy with gossamer wings?”
He laughed, and the rich timbre of the
sound washed over her sensitized skin like a deep-body massage. Nut job or not,
she couldn’t deny his lethal pheromones.
“Not exactly.”
He released her, and Sadie instantly
felt lonely, and suddenly cold, outside of his embrace. Jace took a couple of
steps backward and tugged his shirt out of his jeans. As his fingers went to
the first button on his shirt, she realized she still held the glass of
whiskey. No longer wanting the liquid fortitude, she placed it on the bar,
watching him. His gaze roamed along her figure as he freed the buttons,
exposing a little more skin with each release.
Her eyes were drawn to his dark
nipples and a smattering of hair in the middle of his chest, a shade lighter
than the hair on his head. The final button gave free, uncovering a dark trail
of hair below his belly-button that dipped into his jeans. A path to guide her
exploration. Very nice.
“Brace yourself.”
Sadie swallowed hard and tore her gaze
from his chest as he rubbed his hands together. The sparkle in his honey eyes
held hers hostage.
“This is where it gets unusual and
otherworldly.” Jace winked, and her mouth dropped open in a silent, shocked
breath. Not because he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside—even though
the baring of his chest certainly rendered her with a prolonged case of
mute-itis—but because he knew two of her four one-nighter requirements. His
toned abdomen rippled with defined strength, and his arms sported muscular
definition. “I don’t give a shit about your Uncle Sam. And I’m not married.”
“Madame Evangeline let you see my
requests?”Well, duh! So much for demonstrating her natural talent to
bullshit her way through any situation, a flair which normally aided her well
in the courtroom.
“She texted them.”
“What’d you ask for?”
“I asked for someone open-minded and
willing to embrace the paranormal.”
Riiiiight. She’d never
been accused of being a paranormal embracer. Scary movies made her cry. The
first page of a horror book sequestered her beneath the covers, praying nothing
limped out of her closet or crawled from underneath her bed. She flat out did
not do “paranormal”. As for “open-minded”…Ha! She was an attorney, which
pretty much explained everything.
Something wispy and diaphanous rose
from behind him, curled outward like a long roll of parchment—or tinfoil—but
much more striking than either.
Wings!
A deep shade of red tipped and
interlaced throughout with black to create random diamond-shaped designs on
gossamer wings?
“My God…” Sadie’s voice trailed off as
she stared in wonder, forgetting she’d thought him crazy moments before. They
were beautifully constructed, and when he presented his back to her, she
realized they were almost as tall as he was. Dangling from the base of each
wing were fat, blood-red droplets at least an inch in circumference, almost
grazing the carpeted floor. Compelled to touch his wings, she stroked one and
then the other. Gauzy soft, they felt paper thin as they shimmied beneath her
hands. “How do you keep from ripping them?”
“They’re sturdier than they look.” He
peeked over his shoulder. “Believe me now, Sadie?”
Jace
wasn’t crafted to fit any of the folk lore beliefs I listed above, because I
don’t like sticking with the traditional roles of paranormal creatures. He’s
humanoid in nature, from another dimension that isn’t related to heaven or hell,
and, yes, he is sexy. His wings aren’t just pretty or used to fly about, but they
are very nimble and useful. He has very real problems, just like any human
does, and he’s obsessed with human women.
Thanks
for joining me today!
Huggles,
Gracen
Miller
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Or…books are too expensive and this is
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have ripped off my 99-cent book. How much cheaper do they need it? Free is the
obvious answer, which negates their argument. When book pirates deprive
authors/publishers of the proceeds from the sale of books, what do you think
happens when profits aren’t realized? Authors are dropped and/or book prices continue
to increase. It’s a trickle down effect like all retail. And let’s not forget…no
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