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Monday, March 9, 2015

AJ's fairy addiction florishes!



Hi there, my name is A.J. Llewellyn and I’m addicted to fairies.

Yes, I am. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been obsessed with them. I have countless books about them and a sizable collection of fairies ranging in height, size, and um, beauty. I have skinny ones, fat ones, even a drunken one, but more about that in a moment.

A few short years ago, I had a home filled with fairies until my boyfriend said one day, “You know this is weird, don’t you sweetie?”

No. I didn’t think it was weird. I was in shock! Some of my friends claimed to love my fairies, then admitted they’d been planning a fairy intervention. Can you believe that?
I have my reasons for being so attached to fairies. I lost my mum when I was six. Most of my toys went missing each time my dad moved me and my brothers to a new residence. I adored dolls and they were real to me, so when they disappeared, I didn’t handle it very well. I loved make-believe and soon I discovered fairies.

I suppose that’s where my work as an author began. Since my toys kept vanishing, my fantasy world could not. I made sure it didn’t.  It’s still a big part of my life. I have, deep in my closet, several suitcases filled with about two hundred carefully wrapped fairies. So I am literally a closet fairy addict. I have four on display in my home (four more than my boyfriend would like) but I don’t care.

Love me, love my fairies.

I was fascinated by the Cottington Fairies hoax several years ago, but I’m on the fence about just how phony it was and I’m hopelessly in love with the Independent Film Channel’s drunken fairy series http://www.ifc.com/comedy-crib/videos/faeries-hungover I desperately wish I’d written the line, “I passed out and went home with an ogre!”
But I didn’t.

I have however, written two rather warped fairy stories for Totally Bound, and Eynhallow, a mermen story featuring transgendered mermen but today I’d like to talk about Sex and Candy and its sequel Orange Crush.

Both of these cracked fairy tales are set in Tatiana’s and Oberon’s Courts. They are not your grandma’s fairies. These are naughty, depraved fairies. I frankly admit I am madly in love with Jing, who is the red-headed step child of King Oberon. He gets his man, er, fairy, Prince William, and they live happily and debauchedly ever after.

Here’s some info about my wayward fairies. These stories are filled with other magical realm folk and I loved every second of writing them. I hope you check out these titles, especially if you like candy, sex, ménages, and naughty fairies who can’t keep their pants on, or their hands off each other, and a few other fairies too!

Sex and Candy

Jing dreams of a yuletide filled with sex and candy…but so far the upcoming Winter Fae festivities look to be filled with humbugs…
It isn't easy being the literal redheaded step-child of the grand Fairy King, Oberon. But frantically busy Jing, the Unseelie Court's only male sugar plum fairy, has a chance to redeem himself in Oberon's eyes. All he has to do is invite a sexy, frolicsome guest to the annual Winter Fae Fest—a wicked, wanton holiday celebration.
When he happens upon a handsome, red-haired fairy in the forest, Jing senses a kindred spirit in the softly spoken William. The mysterious but captivating fairy at first declines Jing's invitation, then accepts.

At the festivities, however, Oberon recognises William as a Fire Fae and goes berserk. Fire faeries, who have a tendency to be tricksters and mischief makers, once set his pants ablaze and singed his hair and brows. Oberon sees William as being dangerous and subversive—a lunatic—and Fire Fae are not welcome.
William rushes to assure Jing he's not bad—he never wants to hurt anyone. He's just misunderstood…

Excerpt:
Jing stared at himself in the mirror. He looked amazing in his new breeches made of white chocolate. It sort of made up for his stepfather, King Oberon of the Fairies, giving him the job of Sugar Plum Fairy. Jing was the only male Sugar Plum Fairy in the kingdom. He had to admit that in some ways it was fun. He got to wear gorgeous costumes made of amazing, yummy things to eat, but a man could only stomach so much spun sugar, chocolate, candy and cookies.
True, he got to dance and sing all day, amusing the Unseelie Court. He wasn’t much good at anything else, if he was honest about it.
He stuck a foot out, admiring the cool, snow cone effect of the delicate white chocolate. His white chocolate winkle pickers that adorned his feet even had marshmallow and chocolate buttons dusted in sugar. His mouth watered at the mere sight of them.
Look at me—I’m a delicious holiday treat! The winter Fae will love me!
It beat last year’s costume of a tea bag...
The one from two years ago made of coffee beans had eventually given him a headache, but if the seamstress fairy’s behaviour was anything to go by, the white chocolate was a hit.
She was kneeling beside him, sugar spinner in hand, nibbling at a white ribbon of the confection at his knee.
"Stop it, Ophie."
She gazed up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry, Jing. You’re just so tasty!" He smiled down at her. "Let’s hope the men think so tomorrow." He checked himself in the mirror again. Perfect—except for his hair. It was red, and no matter what he tried, it stuck out in sharp angles. A cock’s comb, his mother called it. Apparently his father had had the same problem. He’d disappeared under mysterious circumstances when Jing had been a baby. He barely remembered him. He had faint images of a thin elf singing songs...but that could have been anybody.
Nobody else in either family had hair like his, according to his mother, so Jing alone bore the brunt of endless jokes.
He was Oberon’s redheaded stepchild—in every single way.
"Hurry," Ophie said after doing some damage control, "the King has an announcement about this year’s festivities."
"Holy moly, I forgot about that. I’m always late." He hurried along the corridors of the King’s castle, Jing’s home for five years now. He could detect wafts of incredible smelling food from the kitchens. He itched to take a detour and sample Cookie’s menu. But he couldn’t. He was forever in trouble and he wished for once to make a decent impression.
He rounded a corner and could hear his stepfather’s voice. When he and his mother had taken up residence in the Royal Court, Jing had first been given the task of being Oberon’s chief advisor. When he had counselled him against investing in Fairy Facebook—which had later sold for millions of Satyr gold coins, the most prized in all the land—the King had not been impressed.
"I could be rich!" he’d bellowed.
"But you are rich," Jing had pointed out.
"You can never be too rich. I want more! More!"
Soon, Jing had found himself bouncing from one court-appointed position to another. His mother had been greatly relieved when he’d landed the job of Sugar Plum Fairy and had got along so well with the female fairies. And, as she was fond of pointing out, it kept him out of trouble...and he got to keep his clothes on.
Trouble. It followed Jing. Like a trail of ants, little problems nipped at his heels, no matter how hard he tried to lead a quiet, productive life. As he crept into the throne room, Oberon was droning in his ponderous way about his subjects’ proclivity to get drunk on ambrosia. The throne room’s holiday decor distracted Jing, whose gaze swept over the cavernous space. It looked amazing decorated in spun red sugar and toffee. The participants of the Winter Fae Fest held their collective breath. The lectures about booze were typical and slightly offensive considering that Oberon was the worst offender in the court. He was usually naked by noon, propositioning men and women, young and old. He considered presenting his subjects with his massive cock on a par with giving them a knighthood.
Everyone was excited about tomorrow’s pending celebrations and easily forgave their ruler for his annual speech. Jing tried not to fidget.
I do wish he wouldn’t go on so. He really is as boring as bat shit...


Orange Crush
Purchase Link: https://www.totallybound.com/orange-crush

Orly has never been accepted by his mum because he's gay. On the eve of Queen Titania's Summer Fae Fest, she claims all that has changed. Can Orly resist the allure of a hot fairy orgy?
In this sequel to the Oberon's Court Winter Fae story, Sex and Candy, Orly the Moon Fairy has lived the life of a banished outlaw in the Forest of the Lost on the outskirts of Queen Titania's Seelie Court for twelve years. Exiled by his family for being gay, he has forged an existence among other ejected denizens of Fairyland, including his sexy lover, the moon god named Mên.
Everything is perfect until Orly's mother Lunette arrives, insisting that Orly come home for the Summer Fae Festival. His cousin Jing is due to marry the fairy prince William during the festivities and the invitation demands that all family members to be present. He has no desire to go, but is forced to do so when she threatens to formally request to have his wings clipped.
Orly fears his life as he knows it is about to be wrecked, all for the sake of a summer orgy…
A funny thing happens on that hot, magical summer's day in the hidden treasures of the queen's sumptuous ball. Orly finds that love conquers all when he finds acceptance and, most of all, the importance of orange crush…

Excerpt:
"You’re a fairy," Orly’s mother said. "You can’t possibly have phobias. I’ve never heard of such a thing."
"Maybe you haven’t," Orly retorted, "but it’s true. And I do."
"But you have to come, you have to!" His mother, Lunette, whom he’d long ago thought of only by her first name, paced the small bungalow. He’d carefully carved this sanctuary into a walnut tree in the vast wilderness of Mrs Wilmott’s acres of marsh. He’d been safe here for twelve blissful years...
Until five minutes ago.
"I don’t have to do anything," he said. It might have been technically true, but he sensed she wasn’t about to turn on her heel and leave him in peace.
How had she found him? And more to the point, why?
Lunette had been so adamant that he was no longer welcome in his family home after she’d discovered he was gay and had banished him from the life to which he’d become accustomed. Being part of the spectacular court of Titania, Queen of the Fairies, had been his world, his obsession. He’d been forced to learn to live without sparkly things and a certain amount of magic.
It had taken a long, long time.
And now his mother wanted to give it all back to him.
Why?
He was highly suspicious by nature. Living as an outlaw did that to a fairy, but he just knew that Lunette hadn’t come looking for him because she missed Orly. She had plenty of other children to keep her busy, plus her husband and—he’d been told—a lover or two.
No, she didn’t need Orly.
"What’s up, Mum?" he finally asked.
He saw her wince. He felt like flinching, too. He didn’t like his private world being invaded this way. His little hideaway tucked in the forest bordering the mystic, but not always merry, Fairyland had been his refuge. He’d woken up half an hour ago to the song of the thrush, the exciting tingle of approaching summer on the air. He’d believed it would be a glorious day.
And then Lunette had appeared. He had the sneaking suspicion that all that had now changed and he dreaded whatever his mother had to say.
Orly loved his life. He was grateful to Mrs Wilmott, the old lady who was so barmy she never set foot outside of her home—thus, she had no idea that her property had become a haven for half the misfits seeking refuge from Queen Titania and her snobby Seelie Court.
"Oh, Orly," his mother said. "I have missed you so."
Cue the tears. Oh, yes, here they come.
He couldn’t figure out which of his friends had snitched, but he would do so as soon as he shoved his mother out the door. And the big blabbermouth would pay.
When he reacted to neither Lunette’s gnashing tears nor her words, she reached into her sleeve and extracted a piece of opalescent parchment and slid it across his workbench until it touched his elbow.
He barely stifled a gasp.
An official lunar summons.
He hadn’t seen one of these in...aeons. The memories of his former, privileged life cut deeply.
Could he resist the allure of fairy dust and moonlight pixie kisses? No. He heaved an inward sigh. He never had. His family was part of the Twilight Fairy Realm and he had missed flying with his friends, having fun, causing havoc and sometimes, inadvertently, causing good.
That had been another of his problems. He liked helping others, especially Fairies with fading powers, but that had been frowned upon by the Fae. Orly had a role but he’d refused to adhere to his gothic label. He sighed and picked up the summons as Lunette poked through his kitchen, her nose twitching.
It was a beautiful order, he had to admit. Tailor-made to his family’s nature, it was almost invisible in the morning light. At night, its true colours would glow and the text would be especially striking.
He could read it very well, however.
His eyes were still young.


 A.J. Llewellyn is an author of M/M romantic fiction who was born in Australia, and lives in Los Angeles. An early obsession with Robinson Crusoe led to a lifelong love affair with islands, particularly Hawaii and Easter Island.
Being marooned once on Wedding Cake Island in Australia cured her of a passion for fishing, but led to a plotline for a novel. A.J.’s friends live in fear because even the smallest details of their lives usually wind up in her stories. A.J. has a desire to paint, draw, juggle, work for the FBI, walk a tightrope with an elephant, be a chess champion, a steeplejack, master chef, and a world-class surfer. She can’t do any of these things so she writes about them instead.

A.J. started life as a journalist and boxing columnist, and still enjoys interrogating, er, interviewing people to find out what makes them tick.

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1 comment:

  1. I Loved Orange Crush and Sex and Candy!! Your Fairy obsession is wonderful and I look forward to more in the future

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