What's a half-fairy/half-mortal twenty year old girl to do? For Saoirse, the choice is simple – go to the world of the mortals and have a lovely adventure. What she didn't count on, though, was becoming possessed by the Lianhan Sidhe, the same love fairy who took possession of her mother. Once the Love Sidhe gains control of a fairy, the poor fairy has no choice but to seduce the first man who comes along. If the man succumbs, as Saoirse's father did, he is doomed to death, but if he resists, the possessed fairy ...
What's a half-fairy/half-mortal twenty year old girl to do? For Saoirse, the choice is simple – go to the world of the mortals and have a lovely adventure. What she didn't count on, though, was becoming possessed by the Lianhan Sidhe, the same love fairy who took possession of her mother. Once the Love Sidhe gains control of a fairy, the poor fairy has no choice but to seduce the first man who comes along. If the man succumbs, as Saoirse's father did, he is doomed to death, but if he resists, the possessed fairy becomes his slave. Luckily for Saoirse, the first man she comes across is Angus – a strong-willed Irishman who will do anything to drive the Sidhe out of Saoirse. What's the mother of a half-fairy/half-mortal girl to do when her only child is trapped by the same powerful Sidhe she once was? Having travelled the same road, perhaps Morganna can help her daughter exorcise the Lianhan Sidhe. What she didn't count on, though, was meeting Pat, the brother of her first love. Pat likes a woman who knows her place and is willing to enforce his expectations with sound discipline when needed!
I live a very busy and stressful life, being the mother of two teenage boys, a wife, teacher and caretaker of elderly relatives. Nonetheless, I find relaxation and escape from life's difficulties in my writing. I've wanted to be a published writer all my life but have not had the courage, until recently, to actually submit my writings anywhere. I was raised in a VERY conservative, Catholic family in a VERY conservative Mid-Western small town (St. Louis is the closest city!) I've always been a bit of a rebel - wanting to forge my own path, state my own opinions. Erotic romances give me an outlet for both. I've always enjoyed writing poetry, but I am finding even more fulfilment in writing erotic stories. What else do I love to do? Cook, eat chocolate, drink wine or Jameson, listen to Celtic music and entertain friends.
Saoirse gazed at her own reflection in the crystal lake, mesmerised by the sadness deepening her emerald eyes. Then she sensed a presence next to her and saw a second set of eyes shadowed with concern, shimmering in the depths just behind her own. She gave a watery smile as her mother’s hand came to rest upon her shoulder. “I feel a great loneliness in my spirit,” Saoirse sighed. “An incompleteness.” “I’ve sensed it, my daughter,” Morganna commented as she sat beside her daughter. ”You are now twenty years old and are embarking upon the age of Love. From now on, your body will age very slowly, allowing you to experience and enjoy life for a very long time. Why, in the world of the mortals I would be quite old—at least to some. I’d be fifty!” Morganna laughed. “Nonetheless,” she continued seriously, “you have reached a difficult time for any Sidhe. I don’t know how to assist you, but I feel something within that frightens me. I want only your happiness, but for that you must follow your own path, as we all must.” Her slim hand gently stroked Saoirse’s long hair. “For you, though, that path will be rocky, uneven and filled with danger.” “How do you know?” Saoirse cocked her head, furrowing her brow. “Because, my darling, a prophecy was told at your birth.” Morganna gently rubbed Saoirse’s back, offering what comfort she could. Saoirse could only stare at her mother. “Today I have finally been given leave by Cerdiwen to share that prophecy with you.” Morganna wrapped her arms around her daughter and laid her cheek atop the fair hair. “How I wish for a different path for you, Saoirse, but what is to be, will be. For you to understand, I must tell you a story. “When I wasn’t much older than you, I wanted to take a journey to other world, the world of mortals. I went to Cerdiwen to ask permission. But she cautioned me that the attraction to a mortal man, a human, could be an awesome force, powerful enough to cause me to forget my home, this beautiful land. I only laughed. How could a mere mortal ever compare to our fairy men? Cerdiwen continued her warning of possible sickness, hardship, hunger, even death, all of which I waved away. I wanted adventure, danger. I wanted it all. Finally she gave her permission and I was off. “I walked through the mist that separates our worlds and entered theirs. I found myself standing beside a small stream. It was incredible. The greens of the grass shimmered with morning dew and a small waterfall gave music to the birdsongs that filled the air. I laughed and began to walk, following the stream. Suddenly I saw a man before me. He had been walking his fields and stopped there for a quick drink of the sparkling water. He stood up slowly, staring at me as if he’d seen a ghost. Make no mistake, daughter, by the standards of the Sidhe he wasn’t handsome. His hair was brown and shaggy and he had stubbly whiskers on his face. Dirt was on his hands and under his nails. He reeked of sweat. Yet there was something appealing about his awestruck expression. “‘My lady,’ he said to me, ‘are you harmed? Please let me assist you.’ “At first I didn’t understand why he thought I needed help. Then I remembered that humans wore clothing. There I was, standing before the first mortal I had ever met, and I was quite naked. The poor man was shocked but also plainly quite excited to see me. “I assured him I had simply gone swimming and lost my way, that I had no idea where I was or where my clothes were. He removed his own shirt—reeking though it was—and placed it around my shoulders. I shivered when the homespun cloth touched me. Something deep inside me responded to this man. “Let me assure you, Saoirse, that while humans are indeed formed imperfectly, their imperfections hold much charm. The man’s naked chest was covered in a light brown down but was muscular and tanned golden. There was something dangerously appealing even in the smell of him. He took me to his cottage, a tiny hovel really, and offered me a simple meal of bread, cheese and mead. Then he gave me his bed while he himself slept on the floor. Then sometime during the night I awoke with the strangest feeling.” Morganna fell silent, staring into space. Saoirse looked up at her questioningly, sensing her mother’s unease. Morganna shook herself before continuing her story. “I’m sorry, my daughter, but the next part of my story disturbs me still. It might disturb you even more since your very existence is entwined in it.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I’d heard of her, of course, but had never seen her. But there she stood before me, clothed in mist. There is only one, you know, but she can send out her spirit to any number of women—human or fairy. Not a word did she speak. She simply held me in her gaze. I knew I belonged to her. My spirit and her own commingled, hers being dominant.” “Who was she?” Saoirse asked. “She was the One. The Love Fairy. She was Lianhan Sidhe.” Saoirse’s eyes widened with shock. “Oh, Momma. How frightened you must have been.” “Quite the contrary, my little one,” Morganna said with a sardonic smile. ”I was empowered. I was invincible in my sensuality. I looked across the room and there, lying before the peat fire, was the man who believed he had rescued me. I’d already felt an attraction to him, but now I wanted him. I craved his body, his mind, his soul. I would not rest until he became my slave. Of course it wasn’t really me. As you know, once the Lianhan Sidhe’s spirit is released, there’s no stopping it. This poor man was doomed and I was helpless to stop his damnation. I was also helpless in my role. “I won’t bore you with the details of my pursuit of this man but I will tell you this. Once the spirit of the Lianhan has set its mind on capture, only a man of extreme strength could deny her. While my rescuer was indeed strong, he wasn’t strong enough. Eventually he pledged his body, his soul, his heart to her—or rather my—service if he could but lie with me. Naturally he had to cross over the mist for this to happen, for the Lianhan Sidhe will never lie with a man in the world of the mortals. To do so would weaken her power and the poor fairy to whom she had attached herself would become the human’s slave—unless of course he chose to release her. But it would be an extraordinary mortal indeed who would give up such a gift.” Morganna ran a hand through her hair, twirling a strand around her finger. Saoirse almost smiled. Her mother always played with her hair when she was nervous. “Anyway, once he crossed over to our world, he and I lay together. It was glorious. When he entered me, the stars and moon glowed brighter. The things he did with his hands, his tongue, his…well as I said, I won’t bore you with the details. After our union, though, the Lianhan Sidhe left me. The poor man is now her slave, his Shade doomed to follow her spirit and do her bidding. He did not want to go. He wanted to stay with me, but no human can actually live here. Only his spirit remains. His body has turned to dust.” Morganna wiped a tear from her eye and held her daughter’s hand. “I tell you this story not simply to entertain you but to prepare you. That man, that beautiful, strong, kind man. He was your father.” “What?” Saoirse gasped. “‘Tis true. You’re half human. That’s why their world is calling you. It’s time for you to know and to choose.” She reached out to grasp both her daughter’s hands in her own.