First of all, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I’m going to see if I can
get around to writing a frightening delicious quickie this afternoon, but I got
up early to come into the office, so I’m fully zonked. We shall see!
Also, I apparently woke up in a parallel universe where
the Nationals won the World Series. This has to be a different, very peculiar
timeline. Right? Why couldn’t it be the Orioles? MEH.
Anyway, let’s get back to what this post is supposed to
Yesterday, I started with the skinny on how The Last Fae even came to be a thing. This time, I want to talk about what it is. It’s all about the meat and potatoes, right?
The story takes place in a fictional area of Florida
called Knightcrest. Now I think about it, I’m not sure what Knightcrest is
exactly. As I mentioned, my friend Thommy came up with the world originally.
Huh. Anyway, the city itself is called New Selene, a touristy beach town that
serves as one the most supernatural hot spots in the world. I guess that would
make Knightcrest the county? Hmmm….That’s what I’m going with.
New Selene is lousy with vampires and were-people. Those
two groups of supernaturals dominate the city with an uneasy peace between the
two. Honestly, I wouldn’t even say it’s all that peaceful, but at least it’s
not all out war.
There are other beings afoot, though. There are a few demons, old gods, and a singular Fae.
Kay Knightstone, The Last Fae
About 2000 years prior to the story, the Fae disappeared
leaving only on of their princes behind, Prince Cathan. He wandered aimlessly
for a very long time, even briefly losing himself to madness. Luckily, one of the
oldest of vampires, The Persian, helped him back from insanity.
After some years of switching between hiding out as a
hermit and returning to the human society, Prince Cathan decided to take up the
identity of Kain “Kay” Knightstone, a very talented toy-maker. He makes quite
the living off of his creations. Kay gets a certain amount of pleasure out of
his toys. The rich flock to them and he gives the toys life so he can torment
Despite having mostly everything he needs or wants, Kay is a lonely being. While surrounded by fantastical beings, it’s not the same as his own kind. He feels no connection to the world or any of the people in it. It isn’t until fate brings him to Dena that things begin to change.
Dena Johnson, Where Hope Falls
A simple girl from Baltimore.
At least as far as she knows.
Gentle and kind, full of life and mischief, Kay finds
himself immediately drawn to her the moment they meet. He doesn’t know why he
finds himself drawn to a human like this, but he continues to flock to her over
and over again to the point of obsession.
It turns out she is the key to unlocking the realms and
helping bring back the rest of the daemon back into the human world. Also, by
doing so, the door to Avalon could be unlocked, allowing Kay access to the
Elder Fae who fled before the rest of his kind were wiped from the planet.
The process would cost her life.
Kay and Dena have various obstacles in their way. First
of all, her being thousands of years younger would be an extreme deterrent on
his part. However, that doesn’t turn him away. The fact she’s in a committed
relationship with David, a young, handsome college jock, doesn’t squash the
attraction between the two. And, of course, there is the glaring fact she is
merely human while he is one of the most powerful beings on the planet.
Nothing can stop the powerful blossoming friendship between
the pair. No matter how much they realize it’s ultimately going to be a
Joseph Mamm: Puppeteer Behind the Scenes
The real problem is Joseph Mamm, the King of Hell left
behind when the daemon fled the mortal plane. He uses the pair as a pawn in his
plan to bring his people back. He’ll stop at nothing. And he knows the fact if
he brings the Daemon back, he can open the world to the Fae, which would be
enticing to the lonely Prince. Mamm, along with his associate, Dominik, maneuver
the two so they can be used as the beacon in the dark, lighting the others’ way
That’s the gist of what is happening in The Last Fae. It’s fantastical, dark urban fantasy fun, with more than a sprinkling of smut mixed in. I’ll be posting a bit of the story as I go along for Nano, especially the dirty bits. Be on the look out!
NaNoWriMo starts this Friday. I’m part excited and part nervous, but I’m sure anyone planning to participate is feeling the same twitterpation. Ho boy.
Luckily, my outline at the ready and a couple of character profiles written, which puts me way further ahead in the process than I’ve been in the past for NaNo. Hell, I’ve only ever fully written out one other novel’s outline in all my years of writing.
However, I never finished that book, though. Certainly another journey to work on, I guess.
Since the day is right around the corner, I’ll post about The Last Fae, my project for NaNo (and probably for the rest of the year). I’ve had this story in mind for the better part of a decade. In fact, this story is the reason I started dating my husband so many moons ago. So this story is particularly close to my heart.
How the Last Fae Came to Be
Years ago, one of my good friends Thommy introduced me to
a world he created along with some friends. A world filled with mystery and
magic set in modern times. He wound up creating a forum RPG for his world and
invited me to join.
Real talk? I was hesitant. Your resident Smut Writer does enjoy a good video game, but I never tried anything close to a pen-and-paper RPG before. Didn’t know how to work it and I was terrified of looking/sounding like an idiot.
After some coaxing, I gave in. He offered for me to play one of his characters, Cossette, an old vampire in service of one of the much older vampires, The Persian. Cossette is a tough woman with a mouth full of filth. So…my kind of lady. If I remember correctly, I played her timid, though, despite her background.
I’ll admit, I was uncomfortable playing with someone else’s
creation. The intense fear of fucking up made it hard for me to really get into
it. I mean, it was fun, don’t get me wrong. Just not as fun as it could be.
Eventually, I made a character. In fact…I made ME into a
I felt like I was taking a risk inserting myself as a
character into his story. I thought everyone would think it was stupid (if you
couldn’t tell, I have self-esteem problems). But, there she was, Erica from
Baltimore who followed her friend, Juanita, to a fictional Florida vacation
town called New Selene.
As an aside, years later, I wound up really having a
friend named Juanita, though I’d be surprised if she moved to the most
supernatural-filled town in North America.
HIMMM (How I Met My Mans)
Did I mention there was this cute guy who followed me to
the game? Yeah, I had an online guy friend named Nate that joined in on the
fun. He and I met on a Transformers forum, of all places. Keep in mind, I wasn’t
a Transformers fan at the time, but I had friends who were.
Feels like a lifetime ago now.
Cute Guy Nate made up a character named Kain, a
horror-bunny Fae creature that became one of the most powerful beings in the
fantasy world. Kain was drawn to Erica, and vice-versa. Their stories intertwined
over years of delicious, supernatural drama.
In real life, CGN moved from the West Coast to my way and we got hitched. It’s been 13 years now. Thankfully, he hasn’t turned into a scary, green bunny yet, but I kind of expect it any day now. Hah.
Somehow his character became the main focus of the story
I’m crafting now (or rather will be starting on 11/1/19). I have a lot of that delicious
drama planned for those two. Should be quite a ride.
Part 2 of this should be coming sometime tomorrow. Get to
know Kay Knightstone and his lady love, Dena (yeah, I didn’t want to continue
calling her Erica, considering what happens to her. YOU’LL SEE.)
Her tongue rolled over her deliciously full red lips in a smooth motion. The movement said it all. She liked the taste of him and wanted even the last drop. She ran a finger underneath her bottom lip then brought it to her mouth, sucking away the left-overs. That wonderfully wet-glossy mouth spread into a smile of the darkest delights.
“Did you like that?” she whispered as her hands moved up his
He could only nod at first, finding his breath lost in ecstasy. Their eyes met. His were glazed and sleepy; hers darkly mischievous. The man knew that she could see into his soul and knew everything he had to hide. He had wanted this, but not like this. Still, he couldn’t lie.
“Yeah, I liked it.” he murmured.
She maneuvered her body between his stretched legs, sliding
her arms around his waist and putting her chin into his chest. He watched her head bob up and down with his
breath even though he desperately wanted to look away. But she demanded his attention and he gave it
“Anytime you want,” she said then licked those full lips, again, “all you have to do is ask.”
Her hand reached over the spilled contents of her purse. She grabbed a white card.
“All you have to do is call,” she told the man as she ran the
card along his arm.
She placed the card inside of his exposed tank top beneath an opened silk shirt. With a fluid movement, the woman stood from the couch. His eyes followed her with an ache. He didn’t want to be alone. Not after all of the exquisite delight she had given. She wouldn’t stay and he knew it. He couldn’t let her stay even if she had been willing.
When she turned away, he closed his eyes. There was a stinging behind them that frightened him. He wouldn’t cry in front of her. He couldn’t.
“I’m not going to call you,” he told her, finally. His voice wavered in his own ears
She turned to him with that smile, “Okay.”
The woman sounded like she didn’t believe him. As she walked out of the door to the home, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t believe it either.
Quickie 2: Mistress
So hot. So sticky. So tired…
Victor rose from the bed, noting the slight twang in his back from movement. He sighed quietly as to not rouse the insatiable woman in the bed. Oh, he wanted her. Always wanted her. This time he needed the slightest break.
His Mistress kept him much longer than usual. Her other men must be chewing their nails
right now. She’d never picked a favorite
and now, with this strange turn of events, it seemed like Victor may be the
first. His lips curled in a faint smile
as he considered what the others must be thinking.
He turned to look at Mistress and his smile brightened more. She looked so delicious with her hair, still slightly curled, and clinging to her rosy cheek. Her beautiful full lips were parted as she slept. Even as she slept, he could see the contented smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Victor moved the comforter covering his Mistress, exposing
her bare back to him. His eyes followed
the lines of her body, enjoying the way her body rose and fell gently in her
sleep. It only made him want to touch
her, but he knew what it meant to do so.
It didn’t matter. He
had to feel that silk smooth skin with his fingers. Slowly he reached out for her. He didn’t touch her right away, instead opted
to hover along her as though touching her aura.
When he reached her side where her breast pillowed between body and bed,
he couldn’t stop himself. With his
forefinger, he traced the roundness there, fascinated with the very feel of it.
Mistress stirred then, groaning softly as she shifted
slightly towards the touch. Moments
later, her eyes opened sleepily. She
stared at him for a few moments before she gave him a wicked smile. Despite how tired he was, Victor felt himself
rising eagerly, knowing soon he would be inside his Mistress’ body again,
feeding her hunger and sating his own.
“Ready for more, I take it?” she purred as she turned to her
back. When she did, she shifted and
opened her legs, putting herself on display. “Pleasure me. Now,” Mistress
He didn’t have to be told more than once. With shaking hands, he brushed one breast,
tweaking the nipple for a second, before sliding down her stomach to reach
I’ve been with Godaddy for years for my hosting. I know I probably should have switched a long time ago, but I had a nice cozy set up going and I was hesitant to change.
That’s the root of my problem this time.
Apparently, I had been grandfathered (I suppose that’s the right word) into their old hosting set up. The PHP was so old and crusty nothing really worked. When WordPress updated, it killed my original blog.
I reverted back to an old version of WP, thinking that would fix the problem. Keep in mind, I didn’t even know they had updated hosting with c-Panel. Yep, sad, I know.
Going back to old WordPress didn’t help. The old version of my blog was dead. How little I knew her!
I was at least able to back up what I had. Haha, just kidding. Shit was so broken I couldn’t do that. Of course I didn’t find that out until after I changed hosts (yes, still with Godaddy). My backups were completely empty. By that time, my old hosting was gone so I couldn’t do something smart like FTPing my files to my computer from before.
So here I am. Clean slate. Rebuilding. Giving my blog some vitality or some such. Just in time for NaNoWriMo.
This is still a work-in-progress. I’ll be uploading some stories I have hanging around in The Cloud and posting my adventure with The Last Fae, my project for Nano and the rest of 2019. My goal is to have it done by the end of the year. I have it all mapped out so maybe…
Check back soon and often for more fun with your favorite resident Smut Writer! If you have your own NaNo story in the works (and you need encouragement in the journey), let me know in the comments. Link yo’ shit, friend!
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