A Faery Dream
by Heather Kinnane
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Steam eReads
Release Date: August 15, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 16,000
Available at: Steam eReads
Blurb:
Growing up without a mother, Melissa has always felt different. Now in her 30s, and plodding along in her failing relationship with Tom, she begins dreaming of Kellen; confident, strong, everything her heart desires. But though these dreams feel more real than reality, Melissa knows it’s fantasy–Kellen’s tribe live in the forest, and he doesn’t call her by her real name, but another: Nyssa.
When Kellen steps out of her dreams and into her life, she feels that her wishes have come true–especially when he reveals he knows about her mother. Kellen has always known about Nyssa. Like her mother, Kellen is one of the Fae, the man Nyssa would have been joined with had her mother not run off to the mortal realm with a human lover. With strife brewing in the Faery Realm, Kellen visits Nyssa in her dreams, knowing her return will prevent tragedy.
Warning: This title is intended for readers
over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult
language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
To
see Nyssa in the flesh and not be able to touch her was almost more than Kellen
could bear. She was far more beautiful in physical form than in dream, and he
wondered if all humans had such a twisted view of themselves. Only her eyes
were unchanged, a sparkling green that revealed her every emotion, framed by
dark lashes. Her dark brown hair was longer than in dream, hanging loose around
her oval face, and it shone with a reddish sheen in the light of the fire.
Kellen
did his best to focus on keeping his conversation friendly, but Tom’s arm
around Nyssa’s shoulder claimed an ownership that Kellen knew was not wanted.
It took every inch of willpower not to knock the guy to ground.
Of
course, Kellen knew Nyssa was in a relationship. You did not share dreams and fail
to pick up on that information. But that same source told him she was not
certain of her feelings for the human, while her feelings for Kellen could not
be clearer.
But
Nyssa did not yet know the truth about herself. Though she had recognised him
at once she had pretended otherwise, even though he saw the desire burning in
her eyes at every glance. Nerida played it cool. She had been warned Nyssa knew
nothing of her heritage, that they must play at being human, and trust Nyssa’s
dreams would tell her enough when she was ready to listen. Kellen was proud of
his sister. She was not known for her love of mortals-looking down on them as
foolish creatures-but here none of those feelings made an appearance. He smiled
at her encouragingly. She smiled back. Out of everyone, it felt as though
Nerida alone truly knew the importance of getting Nyssa back, returning her to
her home, her people. Carlin had made a mistake when she had banished Nyssa’s
mother. Even with human blood flowing through her veins Nyssa’s magic shone
through. She belonged with them, not here in this empty world. And Kellen was
going to bring her back if it was the last thing he did.
He
caught Nyssa’s eye again as she shot him a quick glance. He found himself
hardening at the thought of their nights together in dream, and promised
himself that before too long she would experience a night with him in reality,
and it would convince her who was truly man enough for her.
“Time
for a walk,” Kellen said, standing up. “Anyone want to join me?”
“No,
thanks.” Tom was abrupt.
Nyssa
looked at him, and for a moment he thought she might agree, but then she looked
away, shook her head.
“Sorry
brother, but I’m off to bed.” Nerida forced a yawn, and Kellen was happy to see
the scowl on Tom’s face. He’d been prowling the human’s thoughts and knew Tom
wanted some alone time with ‘his girl’. Well his girl was Kellen’s whether she
admitted it yet or not, and together with Nerida, Kellen was going to make sure
it worked that way.
“Might
go to bed myself,” Nyssa spoke finally, heading to the tent.
“Not
a bad idea,” Tom said, following her. “G’night.”
“Night,”
Kellen and Nerida echoed, Nerida turning to her own tent as Kellen turned to
the creek. He walked up it a little way, finding a shallow pool in the turn of
the creek bed and wading in. It was not deep enough to go beyond his knees, but
it was wide and when he lay down he was able to submerge his entire body under
the cold flowing water. He let out the breath he’d been holding, bubbles of air
fighting their way to the water’s surface, where he emerged a moment later. The
cold helped ease the heat in his body, the tension from wanting to take Nyssa
then and there, remind her why she felt for him the way she did. He wanted to
go to her again, in her dreams, but wondered if it might be too much – the
shock that registered on her face earlier made him doubt the wisdom of past
actions. He did not want to send her over the edge. Instead he sat, stilling
his mind in meditation. He relaxed all of the muscles in his body one at a
time, forcing his mind to more important matters.
Carlin’s
mistake had almost cost them. To send one of their own out into the mortal
realm was bad enough, but to send a woman with child? Kellen did not know the
full situation, only that Carlin’s disappointment in her daughter had been
great, and when Elvena had chosen her mortal lover over her people, that
disappointment had turned to rage.
Heather Kinnane writes steamy stories in almost every genre,
though fantasy realms with all their magical possibilities have always been her
favourite setting. She lives with her partner, two children and a variety of
pets in the idyllic island state of Tasmania, and spends her spare time (when
not writing, or being a mother) reading or walking through the lush Tasmanian
bush, which gives her the inspiration for many of her fantasy writings.
She is a regular contributor to The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, where she squeezes her erotic
stories into flash fiction – all below 800 words. A Faery Dream is her first major publication.
You can find Heather here:
Thanks for having me today Bridgette! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm not surprised that walking through Tasmanian forests leads to fantastic fiction. For me, it's the concrete jungle.
ReplyDeleteI've no doubt the concrete jungle has it's own stories! :) I do have a little trouble finding the 'magic' there though...
ReplyDeleteSounds like an interesting and good read. Thanks for sharing it. evamillien at gmail dot com
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