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What Dreams Can Make
They say everyone dreams, but not everyone remembers those dreams. Lately, my sleep has been plagued by dreams—more than usual. And these dreams are strange—like out of this world weird. It took me a while to realize what was happening. It is this incessant nagging that I call a muse. I’ve named him Henry,because a muse so annoying can’t possibly be a woman. And even more infuriating are those long extended vacations he takes without notice, leaving me here to fend all by my lonesome. But he always manages to save the day, in true muse fashion.
Right now Henry doesn’t want me to write only about faeries (Fey Chronicles Series) or Demons (Demons Unleashed series as Sidney Ayers). In one instance, he’s ready to take me out of this world—literally.
Yep, I’ve been having dreams that seem more like Star Wars than Lord of the Rings. Ray guns and space ships and stars exploding. It’s mind-boggling, because I don’t know anything at all about writing futuristic. I did try at one time to write one, but let’s just say there was failure to launch.
And when I’m supposed to be writing Demons, Henry sends me a dream about time- travelling back to ancient Rome. Quite a stretch from Star Wars. Then again, some of the dresses Princess Leia wore looked sort of like a toga—but I digress. Seriously though, out of all the time periods he could choose, he picks Rome? I said I wanted to write a ménage once, maybe he thought I meant orgy. Sorry Henry, I can’t handle more than three people, four at the most. There’s just too many body parts to keep track of. My props to anyone who can, though.
So the muse isn’t always on track with some things, but other times he’s spot on. Heck, apparently even muses are human—nah, not really, but they do think like us at times.
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Wings of DesireFebruary 14, 2012
Not your (grand)mother's fairytale...
Rhiannon Kinsley's life goes from boring to downright crazy when a freak lightning bolt strikes her laptop. To make matters even more bizarre, strange words and symbols flash across the computer screen and she hears a mysterious voice. Time to call the men in white coats! Then Cerne Silverwing, an intriguingly sexy man, appears. He insists she's a faerie princess whose fate will determine his own. What a crock! Now she knows who really needs those white coats.
With the Dark Faerie forces threatening their kingdom, Cerne kidnaps Rhiannon and brings her to Fey, a land where magic knows no bounds. He's performing a duty to save his kingdom and nothing more--a duty that will bring him his wings and the strengthened magic that comes with them. If he doesn't unite with the princess as her consort, those wings will never grow. But this princess grew up in the land of laptops and instant messages, and she's convinced they're both crazy. Despite their differences, the two are thrust together to defeat the whip-wielding Dark Faerie Queen before she takes over their kingdom. Passion and peril aside, will Rhiannon and Cerne discover their true destiny?
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