The Lady of Summer Series

Rory Harper led a happy life. A brilliant programmer, she had no need for sex or relationships. But one crazy night, she was abducted and whisked across the border into Faerie. Now she learns she is the lost Queen of Summer. Her body transformed into a gorgeous woman, will she be able to leash her growing desires before it is too late? She is now Aurora, and she is being "Seduced by the Fae!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Aurora looked at her image, and gasped. That is not me. It’s a trick. It can’t be true. She raised a hand to her face in disbelief, her eyes widening as her reflection did the same. I’m...beautiful. Indeed, calling her beautiful seemed as redundant as calling Mount Everest “big” or the Grand Canyon “Man, really deep, yo.” Her hair...she reached up. Formerly a limp, mousy brown, now it burst forth from her scalp in reddish-gold abundance, curling around her face before falling in waves over her shoulders and down her back. Her mouth was generous and sensual, with full, pouting lips drawn up in a coquettish bow. The crooked place in her nose was gone. Her cheeks were no longer hollow and pale, but full, with high, arching cheekbones that drew the eye, and her eyebrows curled in delicate wings, giving her a winsome look. And that was only the smallest change. Her legs were longer. Much longer. She could see the way the cuffs of her beige, no-nonsense slacks now stopped a good three inches above her ankles. And the slacks themselves were uncomfortably tight around her legs, which were noticeably fuller, her thighs straining at the cheap polyester. She shifted, trying to ease the too-tight fit, and to her mortification, her pants ripped, exposing a long glimpse of golden-tan skin. And that was not all. Before, her hips had been so boyish that she was forced to buy men’s clothes in an effort to disguise just how bony her hips and rear were. But now the waist of her slacks was almost painfully snug, the curves of her hips pushing at the tight-stretched fabric in an effort to escape. And still there was more. With her new height, her blouse had pulled out of her waistband of her slacks. She trailed her fingers across the warm, glowing skin of her stomach, somehow soft and muscular at the same time. And even higher up...she swallowed. It couldn’t be real. They couldn’t be real.

Aurora, the Summer Lady, is on her way to the Elven city of Lindalorendor. But what should be a courtesy call is complicated by the arrival of a wayward human and a sexy, foul-mouthed orc-woman. Can she balance the needs of Toby and Skrella against her own desires? Aurora won't be the only to be "Taken By the Fae!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “I choose you, Mindorallen,” Aurora said. “For your heart and your beauty.” “But not, I fear, for my skill in the bedchamber.” He smiled crookedly down at her. “I give you fair warning, my lady. Among my people I am counted uncommonly clumsy in the arts of love.” “While I,” she retorted, “have no experience in pleasing a man at all.” ~You big liar,~ Summer said. ~With my knowledge to draw on, you could have him in a puddle in five minutes. Ten at the most. Even an elf pales in comparison to the skills a Queen of Summer has at her disposal.~ Quiet, you. I said I had no experience. Not no knowledge. Let the poor boy think he is teaching me. While she held her internal debate, it seemed that Mindorallen was having one of his own. “My parents...” “The room has a lock, does it not? And I hardly think your mother and father the sort to break down a door to halt our lovemaking.” She untied the belt and let the robe slip off her shoulders. “Please, Mindy. Make love to me.” She closed her eyes, waiting, hoping... “If my lady would like to lie down?” Her eyes popped open. “What?” The red-headed elf ran a finger down her arm. “You are tense, Summer Lady. Let me relax you. How can you gain the full pleasure of our joining if your body and mind are not in harmony?” My body and mind are in harmony, she was tempted to say. And both of them want you to screw me! Instead she smiled and lay down on the bed, pillowing her head on her crossed arms. A rustle told her that Mindorallen had shed his trousers, and she risked a peek out of lowered lids as the bed sank beneath his weight. Whoa. Nice. ~If you like that sort,~ Summer sniffed. And what do you prefer? Warm hands, gentle yet strong, settled on her shoulders, softly rubbing, and she sighed. ~Oh, every race has something to recommend them, and something to desire. The elves make lovemaking an art. But even artistry can pale if there is no passion. The dwarves are renowned for their endurance. But they are as insensitive as the stone and metal and jewels they work with. The halflings are light-hearted and gay. But everything is on the surface with them – all frivolity, no heart. The orcs are refreshingly direct in their desires. But so is a landslide. ~So it is with all of the people of faerie. Someday you will bear a daughter, and someday she will, in her own time, become the Summer Lady, while you become the Summer Queen. But do not look to find a lifemating. It has not happened with the queens for years beyond count.~ That’s a cheerful thought. Mindorallen’s hands moved lower, his thumbs rubbing her vertebrae. Knots of tension she had not even known existed loosened and flowed away under his skillful touch. Good Gods. If he is counted as clumsy among the elves, I might not survive a skilled lover! Her breathing slowed, though the heat in her core grew no less. Her desire was only banked, not doused entirely. As his hands reached her tailbone, she canted her rear up invitingly, sighing as he kneaded her globes. “You are lovely, my lady.” It was the first sound in minutes, the voice a reverent whisper. A tongue-tip touched the hollow of her back, and she moaned low in her throat, the folds of her cleft feeling hot and humid as a swamp. Her back arched as the tongue traced a line up her spine, going taut as a bow-string. “Now, Mindorallen,” she breathed. “I can’t wait. Now! Please!”

Aurora is the Summer Lady, Queen of Faerie and avatar of sex, lovemaking and fertility. But dark days are ahead for her and her friends. An ancient evil stalks the halls of Dwarrowhenge. Can she defeat it, and at the same time claim her birthright? No male is safe from her horny gaze, least of all Toby, her herald. Because they have been "Chosen By the Fae!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Delia's hands burned him, cold as ice, as she set them on his hips. He swallowed nervously. “What are you doing? What do you want?” “I hunger, Tobias.” Her eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling. Through the narrow band of leather that crossed her chest, Toby could see the twin indentations of Delia’s breasts. “Do you remember, mortal, the day we first met? Have you forgotten that you owe me a favor?” “No.” Stunned and reeling from his crossing into Faerie, willing to pay any price to avoid being sent back to the mortal world, ecstatic at his healing, Toby had foolishly pledged his word that he owed Delia a favor, unaware that in the Summerlands, Delia had no right to demand favors of him at all. But once given, his word could not be taken back. Not here, where one’s word was all but sacred. “What do you want?” “Isn’t it obvious?” She put her hand on his groin, testing. Almost immediately, his manhood sprang roaring to life. Her lips curled in a small, predatory smile. “I want you, mortal. “We crave it,” she continued in a whisper. She was close now, close enough for him to feel her frigid breath. Her leather-cased hips swung back and forth, teasing his crotch with the feel of her cold, white skin. “We need it. The warmth of life. “Have you ever wondered, mortal, why?” He groaned as Delia undid the buttons of his breeches. “Why Winter does not attack Summer with all its might? We are colder than they. Crueler. Stronger in war.” Toby gasped as her fingers wrapped around his erection. “Aurora said something once about...balance.” “Indeed.” She leaned close, sniffing at his neck. “Oh, I can smell her on you. Skrella. She is a woman who understands. A man’s seed should not be given to one woman. Or a woman’s legs open for only one man.” She reached behind her back, undoing the knot that held her leather wrap closed. Her breasts, Tobie saw through the thundering in his blood, were small but lovely, with pale pink areolae. The right one was pierced by a silver barbell. “I don’t love you,” he said as she pushed his breeches down. Though he did want her, badly. There was something about the Winter Lady. Something that affected him on a level below reason, below even thought. The mere touch of her fingers on his chest as she reached under his tunic made him want to throw her down on the floor and take her from behind, grinding her body into the stone floor of the shop. “I don’t want your love,” she whispered. Her palm circled the underside of his rod, rubbing him slowly, maddeningly. “I want you. I want your lovely mortal heat. I want the feeling as you finish inside me, as you feed me.” “There’s no bed,” he croaked. The Winter Lady’s frozen-berry lips curled as she shimmied out of her leather breeches. Her mound was hairless, and her body enough to make Toby feel like a dirty old man drooling over high school girls. But her eyes were wise, and he knew that she had enough power to kill him on the spot if she wanted. “We don’t need one.”