Pre-Order The Faery Truth

My newest release, The Faery Truth, is available for pre-order on ARe and Bookstrand:
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I'm nervous about this one. This is the first book that I finished after I went blind so I've got my fingers crossed. But go and buy it!
Here's the cover, blurb and an excerpt for you:



When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald's. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn't enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he's been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren's many secrets: that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren's life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip's own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren's side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?



Excerpt:
“Philip? Philip, can you wake up please?” Eeiran’s voice pulled me up from the sweet vestiges of sleep I was in where I made love to him fiercely and passionately all night long without stopping.
“Whu—Huh?” I winced at the harsh, raspy sound of my voice as I slowly woke up. I needed to try and not scream when making love with Eeiran. It was hell on my vocal chords.
I stretched and slowly blinked my eyes open, expecting to find Eeiran laying on the bed right in front of me. I was slightly disappointed to find him sitting up in the bed instead, staring at me and nibbling on his bottom lip nervously.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” I muttered.
Eeiran blushed and pushed his left hand through his hair as his right hand fiddled with the edge of the sheet spread over his lap. “Cute?” he whispered the question to me, and it made my heart melt just a little more.
Leaning up, I kissed him gently, not caring about his morning breath or mine as our lips touched and a frisson of desire zipped its way through my body. I could see myself doing this every morning, waking up to Eeiran’s face, his hesitant smile, black hair mussed from our exuberant lovemaking the night before and blue eyes gleaming as he looked at me. A hazy image of Eeiran appeared before my eyes then. He looked almost like a woman, a striking woman with handsome features and then the hazy image faded and I saw another image of Eeiran, this one was pregnant and smiling at me.
What. The. Fuck?
My mind had obviously been fried by all of the hot sex from the night before, because I didn’t often spend my time imagining men as women, and I definitely didn’t sit around imagining men getting pregnant. I guess I should be happy the sex was so fucking amazing the night before it was making me crazy today right? I lifted my hands to my eyes and rubbed them furiously.
“Maybe I just need a shower. Or coffee. Definitely coffee,” I muttered.
“Why? What happened?” Eeiran’s voice sounded desperate and I peeked through my spread fingers at him.
“Nothing, baby, I’m just seeing stuff. I looked at you and you looked almost like a woman, you know? And then you were pregnant. It was insane!” I chuckled, fully expecting Eeiran to join me in my amusement. Him bursting in tears was so not what I expected.
“Oh gods above. I wanted to tell you before we got to this place. Before you saw it yourself, you know? But how do you tell someone something like that?” His words were frantic and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion.
“Tell me what?” I reached out to pull Eeiran into my arms in an effort to soothe him when dark markings on my left shoulder caught my attention. “What the hell?”
Leaving a sobbing Eeiran on the bed, I rushed over to the mirror and saw the new, perfectly formed tattoo on my shoulder. He’d marked me? He’d given me a fucking tattoo and I slept through it? How the hell did that happen? What kind of psycho had I wound up in bed with? This was absolutely insane. No. No. I refused to believe that Eeiran was crazy and had given me a tattoo while I was sleeping. He wouldn’t do that. Besides, if he was crazy, Thomas or Steven would have told me. Wouldn’t they have?
As I continued to look over my skin, I noticed two healing marks, close together underneath my ear. I leaned closer to the mirror, squinting my eyes as I tried to figure out what they were. Needle marks? Puncture wounds?
“They’re bite marks,” Eeiran sniffled from the bed and I turned to look at him.
“You bit me?” Why the hell was my voice so soft? I should have yelled that question, not whispered it like I was scared. I wasn’t scared. I was bigger than Eeiran. Twice his size, muscled—there was no reason for me to be afraid of him, I was intimidating to the bravest of men. Right then, however, all of my internal organs were quivering in fear.
“I had to.”
I stared at Eeiran in shock. Had he honestly just said what I thought he just said with a straight face? Maybe Thomas and Steven didn’t know Eeiran was crazy? Although how someone would hide this amount of crazy was astounding to me.
“You had to. You had to? What are you, some kind of vampire or something?” I was aware that my laugh then was slightly hysterical, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe Eeiran was a special brand of crazy, the kind that was contagious.
“No. I’m not a vampire. I’m a faery,” Eeiran whispered before lifting his eyes and pulling back his top lip allowing me to see his teeth. Hiding among his pearly whites were two fangs. Two real fangs.
“Holy FUCK!” I yelled as I stumbled backwards into the dresser behind me. Eeiran jumped out of bed completely naked and my eyes—damn them—took a moment to appreciate the physical beauty of my lover. My Fae lover. Holy fuck he was a faery!
I began laughing hysterically then.
“Philip? Philip are you okay?” Eeiran asked as he stepped close to me.
“You’re a faery!” I snorted and fell to my knees laughing, my arms wrapped around my waist as tears streamed down my face.
“Um… yes, I am,” Eeiran’s voice sounded hesitant and slightly fearful. “Are you going crazy?”
His question made me laugh harder, and I fell to my side as I felt my firm grasp on reality slowly starting to slip out of my mental grasp. If Eeiran was a faery, something which was a big reality, then what else existed out there? Vampires? Elves? Werewolves?
I snorted again. Right. Werewolves were real and they had real jobs and everything. An image of shape-shifting cowboys flashed in my mind and I screamed in laughter. I had officially lost my mind. Shape-shifting cowboys? Really? Why didn’t I just take it a step further and make President Obama an angel trapped in a human’s body? That was completely feasible.
My laughter had finally eased off and I sat up. Leaning against my dresser I looked up at Eeiran, who stared at me in hesitation. What happened now? Was he going to eat me? Turn me into a toad? What exactly did faeries do anyway?
“Explain.” Smooth, Philip, real smooth.
“Ummm… what do you want me to explain?” Eeiran asked me.
“All of it. The tattoo, the bite marks, the fact that you’re a FUCKING FAERY!”
Eeiran winced as I shouted at him and I felt a flash of remorse, but it didn’t last long. He’d lied to me. Maybe not deliberately, but it was a lie of omission and those were just as bad.
“The tattoo and the bite mark are because you’re my mate. I had to bite you to start the bonding. I couldn’t help it, it’s instinctual. The tattoo forms once the bonding is in place,” Eeiran began explaining, and I held up my hand to stop him.
“I’m your what?” I would focus on that part first.
“My mate. The other half of me. My fated partner, created just for me by the gods to complement me and to spend eternity with me.”
I yelled out angrily and pushed up to my feet. Hell. No. I didn’t even know Eeiran, this faery person, and now he was telling me that we were destined to spend the rest of our lives together? He was nuts. I was nuts for sleeping with him.


Adult Excerpt:
Philip walked back into the dining room and I smiled up at him as he held out his hand to me. Putting my hand in his much larger, calloused one, I rose to my feet and felt myself being jerked forward into his arms. I collided against his chest with an oomph and barely had time to breathe before my lips were taken in a hard, bruising kiss. I didn’t have time to think because Philip’s hands were on my ass, squeezing and caressing the globes there. I’d been extremely happy that the bubble butt that had suited me so well as a woman still existed on my male body. Glad to know that, for the most part, I was still me.

That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks to flick open the button there and slide down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.

His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room. Though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night—the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s Fuck You—could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes, they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat, and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes, I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.

The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt, all I knew was that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.

“I need you, Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.

My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash, his hand reached up for the back of my head and his fingers buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat, biting down hard on the side of my neck, pulling the abused flesh into his lips with a hard sucking motion, and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making were anything to go by, it was all worth it.

Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.

As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.

“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously, as if he were determined to suck all the cum from my body.

Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.

Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder, and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.

“HOLY FUCK!”

Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.

“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me and screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained, or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottomed out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.

As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time, but this was short even for me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and he began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.

I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out, and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone, my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers, we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.