Showing posts with label Fairy Casanova. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fairy Casanova. Show all posts

Monday, December 30, 2013

The In Between

By Gracen Miller

We’re in between Christmas and New Years, and in between 2013 and 2014! This is the moment when we have high hopes for a new year, setting new year’s resolutions, and when we resolve to leave our wrongs in the past and start over fresh. We’ve all had those moments where we’re “in between” the bad and good? One wrong move and everything will crash and burn? Or if you navigate it just right, the payout will be huge? In my 1Night Stand book, Fairy Casanova, the main characters, Sadie and Jace, are in that “in between” moment in their lives.

Sadie wants one night with a stranger to forget the mess she’s made of her life. Jace wants one night with his fantasy, a human woman, before putting everyone else above his needs and becoming the crowned King of fairies. Both want something different than what they get, but the payout can be huge!

Jace isn’t afraid to face the challenge of a fidgety woman that fascinates him and her icy demeanor captivates him. He has one chance to make his fantasy come true—one night with a mortal woman—and he’ll make damn sure her desires are fulfilled too… 

“I’m Jace.”
She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. “Sadie.”
He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. A fat droplet of liquor clung to his forefinger, and he spread it across her pouty bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and her breathing noticeably accelerated. As if prompted, her tongue swiped away the moisture, and his cock twitched in reaction.

Who wouldn’t want a Fairy Casanova dedicated to all their erotic pleasures? I sooo want one!! Sadie wants a man to make her forget her deplorable love life and a career that has shattered against unwise decisions… 

His appearance fit none of the attributes she requested. She’d wanted tattoos and so many piercings he would disturb a satellite feed. With his tangible arrogance, he fit the attorney mold and represented the kind of courtroom scandal she wished to avoid. She hoped he wasn’t her one-nighter, but color her confused, because at the same time, she hoped he was. What a dilemma!
Her heartbeat quickened, remembering the way he’d smeared liquor across her lip. She took a deep breath as a flash of heat raced over her body. She definitely wanted him to be her lover for the evening.
“Are you sure you have the correct room?” She held her breath waiting, for his answer, as mixed desires torpedoed through her. She’d be horrified to discover too late he wasn’t her intended partner. His intense, honey-hued stare prickled her skin with awareness, and she couldn’t deny wondering what it might feel like to have him thrusting inside her. If he was in the right room, she’d soon find out. If he wasn’t, she would somehow wrangle her disappointment under control.
“Yes. Here’s my key.” He held up the plastic key card and tossed it casually on the mini-bar. Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

But could you believe someone you just met if they told you they were a fairy? How would you react? With shock, or as Sadie… 

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! 

Fairy Casanova will take you on a wild sensual ride that’ll leave you panting right along with Jace and Sadie.

Thanks for joining me today! Happy belated holidays and I hope everyone has a very Happy New Year!

Huggles,
Gracen Miller

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Fairy Casanova Blurb:

Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancĂ© is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she’s been paired with a sexy fairy.  


Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he’s obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he’s forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm.  After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn’t just a human, but his mate.  Complicating everything with the revelation, he’s willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he’s worth the biggest gamble yet.

Fairy Casanova Excerpt:

Knocking once to warn her of his arrival, he used the key card to let himself into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as he scanned the room for his evening’s companion.
“Hello,” she said when their eyes met.
Her sultry voice tempted him, much as a Siren lured a man to his demise against the rocky coast of her island. His mortal Siren offered him a shy wave.
“Want a drink?” She held up a goblet, half-full of amber liquor.
Her edginess socked his acute fairy senses like a blow to the gut.
Interesting. Why was she here then?
“No, thanks.” He moved toward her, intrigued by the competing vibes the woman evoked…reserved and salacious.
Maybe other men found the arctic chill of her gaze daunting. He found it intriguing, even challenging. Women would be envious and intimidated by her high-level eroticism.
Stunning, and nothing like the fairies he would command. Long, shiny, black hair framed her oval face. He couldn’t wait to get his fingers in the wavy locks. Gunmetal-silver eyes warily watched him. Rimmed in a thin stripe of black eyeliner and splashed with a smidge of dark-gray shadow, the contrast brought out the stellar shade of her irises. High cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and wide lips, naturally dark red, or she’d been biting them in anxiety. Unlike the diminutive fairy-women, she was tall—not more than an inch or two shorter than his five-ten height. Most female fairies barely reached his chest, which made her a charming oddity. And she owned killer curves—again, unlike most beanpole-thin fairies—and those curves were framed in an evocative, skintight, black cocktail dress.
Jace stopped in front of her and stared at her mouth. He knew many places he wanted those lips, but mostly he wanted them rounded on an orgasmic scream.
“I’m Jace.”
She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. “Sadie.”
He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. A fat droplet of liquor clung to his forefinger, and he spread it across her pouty bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and her breathing noticeably accelerated. As if prompted, her tongue swiped away the moisture, and his cock twitched in reaction.
“You’re perfect. Stunning.”
She laughed, a charming sound, as a blush crept across her cheeks. For the first time since beginning his adventure, he considered the horrible ramifications of falling hard for a human. Impossible! There wouldn’t be enough time to grow attached to a one-night stand. Neither would his parents nor soon-to-be subjects approve.

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Friday, May 13, 2011

Just the Facts with Gracen Miller!

 Happy Friday the 13th!! I don’t think Friday the 13th is unlucky, but rather a lucky date on the calendar, so I was excited to discover I’d received this date! Woot!  Some unknown facts about myself…

I’m terribly shy and insecure in a crowd. I worry I’ll say something stupid and I usually do, but I always survive! I was told by a friend that when she first met me she thought I was a snob because I was so quiet, but she later learned it was shyness.

I don’t believe in coincidence, but believe we are each fated to cross the paths of particular people and particular events in our lives.  What you do with those experiences and what you learn is up to you.  The direction of our lives is not fated, however. 

I know shorthand and my husband says it looks like Swahili gibberish.  I also won 3rd place in a shorthand competition in High School.  On a similar note, I can type 130 words per minute.  This talent amazes my children. LOL  They’re easily amazed. ;-)  They timed how fast I could type my son’s 15 spelling words the other day and I finished them in 11 seconds. They “OMG!” and “how do you do that” for several seconds.  I tried to convince them I was amazing, but they didn’t buy it.

Ghosts are real because I’ve seen several and I’ve communicated with them through mental pictures and smells. My eldest son has seen several ghosts, as well, along with several of my aunts.  While you’re thinking I’m crazy, yes, aliens exist too!  

I’ve had more than one dream come true, some good and some bad.  I dreamed of the 2004 Indonesia Tsunami two nights before it happened.  In the dream I was floating above the earth watching the destruction, people were screaming and running as the wall of water rushed over land, destroying everything in its path. I was so disturbed by the realness of the dream, I told my husband about it the next morning.  When the Tsunami hit Indonesia two days later, I wasn’t just sick to my stomach, but freaked out, too!

I can successfully tell a pregnant mother the sex of her baby just by being in her presence.  I’ve only been wrong twice in a 25 year span.  In my Sunday School class, we had a rash of pregnancies over the course of two years, twenty babies in all were born.  (I refused to drink the water or coffee, it got so bad!)  I predicted the sex of all the unborn babies with 100% accuracy and one was a set of fraternal twins.  I became known as the “baby whisperer”. LOL 

Yes, my muse IS real! He has a name (DM, initials for Dean-Muse), a voice that whispers in my head, and he drives me nUtTy on occasion. But I adore him too and I would be lost without his mutterings.  I like to think he’s a spirit guide or some other positive entity, because I really don’t like to think I’m CrAzY. ;-)

If I haven’t scared you off yet, visit my website at www.gracenmiller.com, friend me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller, or email me at gracen.miller@yahoo.com.  If you wanna read my prequel to Pandora’s Box, click on this link:  http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/