by Heather Kinnane
Publisher: Steam eReads
Release Date: August 15,2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Available at: Steam eReads
Growing up without a mother, Melissa has always felt different. Now in her 30s, and plodding along in her failing relationship with Tom, she begins dreaming of Kellen; confident, strong, everything her heart desires. But though these dreams feel more real than reality, Melissa knows it’s fantasy–Kellen’s tribe live in the forest, and he doesn’t call her by her real name, but another: Nyssa.
When Kellen steps out of her dreams and into her life, she feels that her wishes have come true–especially when he reveals he knows about her mother. Kellen has always known about Nyssa. Like her mother, Kellen is one of the Fae, the man Nyssa would have been joined with had her mother not run off to the mortal realm with a human lover. With strife brewing in the Faery Realm, Kellen visits Nyssa in her dreams, knowing her return will prevent tragedy.
Convincing her she has faery blood turns out to be easier than Kellen imagined, especially when Nyssa remembers those awful conversations with her father, about a mother who was ‘different’. But Kellen fails to tell her everything, risking not only their growing relationship, but the peace of all the Faery Folk.
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“Do you think you could drive?” Tom asked when they got back to the car. “I’m exhausted.” Without waiting for an answer he climbed into the passenger side, tilted the seat back, and closed his eyes.
Perhaps I’m being foolish, Melissa thought, watching him. Maybe I should be happy with what I’ve got, and not expect a fairy tale. She felt a twinge of sorrow about the situation. But his day had worn her out. This time away was supposed to be their chance to reconnect. He had begged her for it, the chance to reignite their relationship. But all he’d managed to do was show Melissa he did not want to face their issues any more than she did.
They arrived back at the campsite at dusk, Tom feigning sleep the whole way, Melissa exhausted.
“Who’s that?” Melissa noticed the car first, and just behind it, another tent set up opposite their own.
As they got out of the car, a young woman emerged from the tent, a bright smile on her face.
“Hi,” she said. “I guess this is your campsite?”
“Uh, yeah,” Tom answered.
“Sorry to barge in on you, but we couldn’t find anywhere else to camp, and your tent looked lonely.” She laughed. Tom and Melissa managed a weak smile.
“I’m Nerida by the way.” She held out her hand and in the glow from the fire Melissa thought the other woman looked familiar.
“Melissa,” she shook Nerida’s hand. “And this is Tom.”
Nerida turned back to the fire. “We’ve got some left over fish if you’d like some? Cooked up too much.”
“Thanks, we’ve eaten,” Tom replied.
A movement in Nerida’s tent caused Melissa and Tom to turn as one.
Melissa gasped, heart pounding as a familiar figure emerged from the tent, a figure she had seen so often in her dreams. She felt the spark between them the moment his eyes met hers.
“This is my brother Kellen.” Nerida said over her shoulder, apparently unaware of the chemistry. Melissa fought to keep from fainting.
Tom stepped forward and put out his hand to shake Kellen’s.
“Tom,” he said. He took a step back and placed the same arm protectively around Melissa. “And this is my partner…”
“Nyssa, right?” Kellen smiled and Melissa felt her knees go weak. “I heard from inside.” The desire on his face was clear as his eyes wandered the length of her body.
“Actually it’s MEL-issa.” Tom frowned.
“We were surprised to find anyone else here,” Kellen said, shooting Tom a winning smile before returning his gaze to Melissa. “They say this is a weak spot, one of the points where the fair folk have a doorway – giving them access to this world, and of course us access to theirs.” Melissa turned her attention back to the fire, forcing them to break eye contact, though she couldn’t help but sneak glances as he spoke. She felt her face flush with the heat of his attention, his gaze a tangible weight on her skin. Tom must’ve noticed, moving her to the opposite side of the flames.
“So you’re saying that we shouldn’t camp here, because the fairies might come through?” he said with a scoff.
“No,” Kellen said, finally taking his eyes from Melissa to look at Tom. “I am saying it’s what the locals say. No one said not to camp here; they said they wouldn’t recommend it.” He stopped and glanced at Nerida, laughing. “But when we saw your tent we thought we’d stop anyway, safety in numbers, hey.” He finished the sentence with a smirk on his face, and Melissa wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious. She closed her eyes. Just because he is identical to the man from my dreams doesn’t mean he is that same man, and even if he is, I am with Tom. But for how long? The voice came unbidden but she could not ignore it. She glanced at Tom and he turned as though he felt her gaze, and smiled. He was a good man. He told her often he loved her, and didn’t seem bothered she rarely replied in kind. The guilt tore at her. How could she end things and hurt him? Maybe passion was a fantasy out of romance stories, and she was thinking of throwing away a good relationship based on the desire for something which may only exist in her dreams. But he’s here, he’s real! Once again she felt Kellen’s gaze, the warmth of it bringing her body to life. She glanced back at him and a thrill travelled her spine and she shivered.
Heather Kinnane writes steamy stories in almost every genre, though fantasy realms with all their magical possibilities have always been her favourite setting. She lives with her partner, two children and a variety of pets in the idyllic island state of Tasmania, and spends her spare time (when not writing, or being a mother) reading or walking through the lush Tasmanian bush, which gives her the inspiration for many of her fantasy writings.
She is a regular contributor to The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, where she squeezes her erotic stories into flash fiction – all below 800 words. A Faery Dream is her first major publication.
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