Sunday, March 10, 2013

Eden Glenn - Trust of Promise (R)

I'd always considered myself a paranormal erotic romance writer. Yet my first work was a m/m historic erotic romance and my send was a contemporary menage erotic romance. Not too much paranormal going on in my career thus far. LOL. The menage story of course had that little hint that maybe the amethyst was magical. I left that up to the reader to decide in the end was it? wasn't it? One of the characters... a clerk in Salynne's Crystals and Thyme said the magic was in the woman not the stone.

Now this next story was a F/F Paranormal Erotic Romance. That's a little off the beaten path for me. I'd not considered writing a Female Female erotic story. My editor at Rebel Ink Press challenged me to write this story. She said some really kind flattering things about my writing. I gushed, danced and spun around at least twice upon reading her words in the email she'd sent back with the revisions for The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp. In part she suggested that I try my pen at a Female Female romance. Oh dear! I'd agreed before I knew what I was getting myself into. I pitched a loose proposal for the story and went to work.

My life underwent some dramatic changes and in moments I wondered if I would ever finish this story.

So along the way I had a lot of time to reflect on promises and the sacred trust that a promise should be. I always remember the phrase, "A promise is a promise and a deal's a deal." I don't even know where that came from. Buried in my brain from childhood.

Anyway, I created a race of fae folk where their promise was irrevocable. Naturally they didn't make promises lightly since they were such a sacred bond. "Dar'kind Promises" was born.

Darkind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.
Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they’re unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost.
Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.
Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Meanwhile, Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

Carl Frankin Graphic God at work again.

(Zelia learns that Maura is her mate)

This? This Dar’kind Fae person was her Divalent? The one she would bond with on a metaphysical level? Zelia always thought eventually a strong enough warrior would trigger this response somewhat hoping all along the overpowering mate bond wouldn’t happen for her. The responsibility was intimidating and she resisted it. Balls.

The warrior Imal slept with her on and off for months. He probably hoped screwing her would trigger the process, thereby increasing his power and status in the community. She’d settled for him after a fashion. Why this Fae person? Why now? Were the fates so cruel to make her destined mate a Dar’kind Fairy? And a female one at that? The two of them weren’t even the same species.

Maura murmured in her sleep again and rustled the covers with twitching legs. The spiciness of her scent drove the message home. Without question this delicate looking, tough as iron Dar’kind Fairy was the one she had waited for, yet dreaded all her life. A life mate to bind with for all her days until Goddess took her breath back. Zelia remained mesmerized and repulsed all at the same time.

She didn’t smell like someone to dread. She smelled delicious, warm, and sexy. But one of the Fae folk? Fricken disaster looking for a place to land. Apparently, right in her lap was the choice of the day.

Zelia wanted to explore the soft curls at the juncture of the Fairy’s thighs and slide her fingers between the folds of delicate skin to stroke the woman to climax. She’d been in the desert too long in predator form. She’d neglected the needs of her human flesh. Restless hunger and need rode her. No, Zelia was not going to allow herself to have sex with one of those people. This Fae person was an assignment, nothing more.

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Debby said...

You certainly are versatile for someone who considers herself paranormal. Keep 'em coming.
debby236 at gmail dot com

Eden Glenn said...

Thank you for your kind words! Debbie!