Being a Fairy is Hard. Guest Post and Story by Angel Cox

Being a Fairy is Hard by Angel Cox

Being a fairy is hard. The flying thing is cool, but all the wishes to grant and teeth to gather…
I’ve been in some pretty dangerous situations.

You really have to watch out for the dogs. They must think fairies are delicious! I’ve had to dust a few and they do not like fairy dust. It makes them sneeze.

My worst encounter, however, was with a cat. They are sneaky. You can hear a dog before you see it, but that cat was on me before I knew it was there. Its paw came out from nowhere and sent me tumbling across the room.

Before I could gather my wits, it pawed me again. This time I landed right on the sleeping girl’s pillow. The cat pounced on the bed, waking up the child. She started to cry and the light switched on just as I escaped under the sheet.

The tooth fell to the floor and rolled beneath a sock under the bed. That floor was a mess! It took me forever to find it, especially having to keep an eye out for that cat!

I finally found the tooth and left the coin. My head was still dizzy from the swatting I had taken. I didn’t notice until I was already home that my pouch of dust was missing. It must have fallen off during the tussle. I had to go back.

With just enough time left before the sun would appear, I flew quickly and made my way back to the girl’s room, all the while looking out for the cat. I followed my path, but couldn’t locate the dust pouch. I was just peaking under the bed when I heard, “Hi fairy. Are you looking for this?”

The little girl was looking over the bed holding my dust pouch between her little fingers. “Thank you for the quarter. What do you do with all those teeth?”

It was too late to fly away. I flew up to her bed and held out my hand. “Thank you…what is your name?”

“Emilia, what’s yours?”

“Thank you, Emilia, for finding my pouch. My name is Rose Bud. Fairies gather teeth from children to plant them. They grow into dandelions.”

Emilia smiled sleepily. She remembered her mother telling her a story about dandelions and how blowing them brought you a wish. Now she knew why.

Emilia closed her eyes as Rose Bud opened her pouch and sprinkled a bit of fairy dust on Emilia’s head and then flew back home.

That morning, Emilia woke up and ran to the mirror. Her new tooth was already showing. She ran downstairs to show her mom the shiny quarter and her new tooth.

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Interview with Author Kat Yares

Kat Yares has been writing fiction her entire adult life. She is an author, screenwriter, indie movie maker and amateur photographer. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous print publications and online, and she is a member of the Horror Writers Association.

Visit her blog ( to find out more about her and the various Internet retail outlets where her books can be found.

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Who or what originally inspired you to write?  Who or what continues to inspire you today?

I was an early reader and got very bored with Fun with Dick and Jane in first grade.  I began writing my own stories to entertain myself.  Unfortunately, my grandmother was the only person to appreciate my efforts.

Today I write because I have too.  Stories, plot lines and other such afflictions bombard my brain constantly.  I have to get them out of my head and onto paper.

You are obviously a very busy woman with many creative outlets. How do you balance all those activities with daily life?

Writing is the core of my days, at least on weekdays.  I try to spend at least four to five hours a day working on story.  Weekends are for spending time with my better half and delving into other outlets like filmmaking (when time and finances allow) and photography.

What is it about horror and thriller writing that you enjoy most?

Horror has always been my favourite genre.  It allows me to explore my own inner demons and exorcise (or at least attempt) them from my psyche.  Thrillers allow me to explore and sometimes make right societal injustices that I see around me.

Describe your ideal day as a writer.  Do you crave silence while you work or are you a coffee shop writer?

A perfect ideal day would be one where the words flow and the story continues to make sense.  That doesn’t happen often.  More likely, I’ll spew words onto the page and try to find the story I want to tell in rewrites and revisions.

I do need quite to write.  I need to listen to the voices in my head.  Coffee shops and other public places are wonderful though for eavesdropping on conversations and building characterizations from the people around me.

Tell us about your writing process. Are you a planner or do you fly by the seat of your pants?

That entirely depends on the story.  Short stories I rarely plan, instead simply come up with an idea and let the process of writing it take it where it needs to go.  Longer works, I will do a plot point outline of what I feel has to be in the story and go from there.  I don’t spend a lot of time creating characters in either form; I just allow them to develop as the story goes along.

Where do your ideas come from? Do you spend a lot of time researching for your next piece?

Ideas come from the news, from things that make me feel uncomfortable and even from just looking around the room and noticing an object.  (I think that last one came from an interview I read years ago with Ray Bradbury who said something to the effect of pick an object and tell its story.)  Short stories, I rarely research at all – longer works I’ll research to death.

Of all your short stories, novellas and novels, which is your favourite work, and why?

It’s a tie between Beneath the Tor and Vengeance is Mine.  I fell in love with both main characters as I wrote the stories.  Although they are two very different works, each had their own story to tell and I feel honoured that they used me to tell them.

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Is there any story you have written that seems the odd one out amongst your works? What inspired that particular story and why is it so different?

Beneath the Tor is more fantasy than anything else.  It was simply a what-if story written after I had read Mists of Avalon and the non-fiction book Holy Blood – Holy Grail.  I really had no idea when I started the story that it would be a re-telling of the New Testament Christ story.

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Beneath the Tor and The XIII are based on extremely emotive topics around Christianity. You must have had some interesting feedback. Care to share any?

I’ve been lucky and haven’t received any public negative feedback on either story.  The emails I’ve received haven’t been so kind.  Based on those, I’ve committed sacrilege and blasphemy and will spend eternity in hell.


How do you deal with negative feedback?

Again, I’ve been fortunate enough not to have received negative feedback publically (unless you count a few 1 stars on Goodreads that have now been removed).  I tend to blow off negative feedback as I know my stories are directed to a very niche market and aren’t going to be liked by everyone.

Would you say your novels being likened to The Da Vinci Code is a blessing, or a curse?

I actually wrote Beneath the Tor before I read The Da Vinci Code (both Dan Brown and I used the same reference books for research).  Once he released his, I decided to hold on to mine until much of the clamour over his had died down a bit.  Hindsight says that may not have been a good decision, but today the story stands on its own and is not following Brown’s coattails.  That, I think is a good thing.

As far as blessing or curse – being compared at least gives the reader an idea of what to expect.  With luck that keeps the hate mail down – the positive would be if someone gave either the Tor or The XIII the notoriety that the Catholic Church (or any other religious organization) gave the Da Vinci Code.

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What can we expect from the pen of Kat Yares in 2014?

A dystopian novel/novella set in the near future.  Very political with very strong female characters.  In many ways it will be a return to the High Gap locale of Vengeance Is Mine, but is not necessarily a sequel to the book.  Hell Hath No Fury will include one character from the first novella, but will remain a standalone novel.  I hope to have it out by summer.

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Interview with Kellee Gilmore – Author of Mahogany Sin

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What do you love most about your novel, Mahogany Sin? What do you hope readers will love most?

My favorite aspect of Mahogany Sin is the relationships. Not just between Valerie and Edric, but the relationship with her friends and her family as well. I put a lot of time and feeling into those connections because I wanted the readers to feel attached to every character in the book. I hope the people who read my book fall in love with the characters as much as I have.

Where do you get your inspiration from? Did something or someone spark the idea for Mahogany Sin?

Mahogany Sin began as a dream about my main male character Edric Cofi. He was at the top of my mind for weeks, before I finally decided to begin writing the story. Once I did, the ideas and story flowed very quickly. I was completely enthralled with the characters and thoroughly enjoyed telling their story.

Valerie Chamber is a feisty woman who knows what she wants. Is there a lot of you in her character?

I am a lot like Valerie. I’m determined and can be a control freak most of the time. I’m very ambitious and when I set my mind to something, I’m going to keep at it until it’s done. In that way Val and I are very much alike.

Kellee, tell us a little about yourself. What music do you like to listen to when you’re writing?

I’m a wife and mother to two little boys. I work full time at a mortgage company but wish I could stay at home to write more. Bills have to be paid, so unfortunately I have to keep my day job….for now.

I don’t listen to music when I write; I find it too distracting. I think it’s because I love music as much as I love story telling. When I’m listening to a song I really enjoy, I’m completely focused on the song. It’s the same thing when I write. When I’m telling my character’s story nothing else exists.

What is your writing area like? Describe it for us.

I don’t have a designated writing area. When I’m at home, I pick the quietest room, take a seat anywhere and escape into my little world. Sometimes I write on the train during my morning and evening commute. It gets noisy but my characters’ voices are louder making it easy to ignore the other riders.

Why writing? How did you start and who or what inspired you to put pen to paper?

I always loved to read as a kid. I loved the way a good story made me feel. When I was in fifth grade I had a student teacher who gave us an assignment to write a story. It was the most fun I’d ever had doing homework. After the assignment was complete the seed was planted. I began to create short stories and poems from that point on. I wanted to be able to write something that could invoke intense feelings when read. The same feelings I experience when I read an amazing story.  Every great book I read inspires me to put pen to paper.

How do you balance being a writer and a wife and mother?

It’s certainly not an easy thing to do. When I spend too much time writing I feel like I’m neglecting my children and husband. When I spend time doing everyday things, I feel bad for not squeezing in an hour or so to write. I usually work on my novels after I put the kids to bed for the night and then I don’t feel so bad. I have to be mindful of that too because I don’t want to neglect my husband either. It’s hard to balance everything but I try my best to manage my time well. It seems to be working so far.

If you could have a paranormal romance, who with, what type of paranormal being and why?

Great question! I love vampires but I’d have to go with a werewolf. They’re protective, strong, and dominant. As opposed to vampires, they can walk in the sunlight. As long as he doesn’t mark his territory by peeing on my furniture, I would be happy with a werewolf.

What can expect next from the pen of Kelee Gilmore?

Next year it’s my plan to publish two novels and one short story. My story, The Birth of a Villain, was accepted into Writers’ Anarchy III and I’m beyond excited about it. This story will probably be the first piece of work I publish in the New Year. Currently, I’m writing part two of Mahogany Sin. It should be ready for publishing by the middle of 2014 (fingers crossed!). I also have another novel I began in 2009 I’m planning to revamp and finish. I think it should be ready by the later part of 2014.

I plan on keeping myself very busy next year!

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Book Review of Kellee Gilmore’s Mahogany Sin


My rating 5/5

Mahogany Sin is a Paranormal Romance, a genre I would not normally choose to read, but I am very happy to have found this book. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The writing has a natural and comfortable feel, like you’re simply listening to a friend tell you their tale. The use of colloquial language and friendly banter in the dialogue helped to create an intimate feel of chatting with friends. The main characters are interesting and strong. Valerie Chambers is smart and feisty. She has left behind her wild, playgirl lifestyle and is an ambitious accountant. Edric is smooth, confident, charming and successful. The owner of multiple clubs, he works hard and plays hard. It is easy to like them both. They very quickly fall for each other and it is not difficult to see why. The supporting characters are equally well written. The relationship between the three girls is particularly well realised.

There is a fair amount of sex in this book. It is honest and playful, leaving the reader a little hot under the collar. The feelings and emotions expressed are refreshingly forthright, particularly between the girls.

This story is not only about love. Valerie soon finds herself in danger as she is stalked by a hooded woman. Her fears are soon compounded when she realises Edric is more than he appears. Valerie’s life changes forever and the reader follows her on that journey, feeling her pain, overcoming her fear and enjoying her triumphs along with her. This first book in the series introduces an interesting paranormal underworld that exists in plain sight. I look forward to exploring this world in more detail in later books.

The pacing is good. It reads fast and urgent in all the right places, contrasting beautifully with the slow and sensual love scenes. I thoroughly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys paranormal fiction.

Get your copy of this wonderful book, Mahogany Sin! Now on sale at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Kelee Gilmore

Kellee A. Gilmore was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois where she currently resides with her husband and two sons. As a young girl, Kellee was captivated by horror movies and R.L. Stine novels. Her love of books began at a very early age thanks to the children’s book clubs her mother enrolled her in every year. Whenever the briefcase shaped boxes that contained her new books arrived at her doorstep, she opened them immediately, filled with joy and anticipation.

Kellee’s love of books naturally shaped her passion for writing. She has been creating short stories and poems since the age of eleven. Although she’s written romance stories and dabbled in fan fiction, her favorite genre to both read and write is paranormal romance. At the age of thirty-one, she began writing her first paranormal romance novel, embarking on the journey of living out her dream.

Excerpt from Mahogany Sin by Kellee Gilmore


Mahogany Sin by Kellee Gilmore

Edric lived exactly two blocks from Mahogany Sin in a high rise that was thirty floors. I as standing on top of a roof surrounded by the most amazing view of the Chicago skyline I had ever seen. I stood there with my hands on the railing in complete awe of my city. New York’s skyline has absolutely nothing on this breathtaking view.

The roof had a pool surrounded by pool chairs and a small Jacuzzi just to the right. As I
walked around the side of the building, I noticed a small greenhouse enclosed by glass walls. The roof was a lot more lavish than what I had expected. I walked to the edge of the balcony to further enjoy the view, as well as calm my nerves a bit.

“Isn’t this amazing?” his voice reflected a small measure of the awe I felt at the moment.

“It’s magnificent, thank you for bringing me here. This is a view I wouldn’t want to miss.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for agreeing to come. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Sure,” I replied, grateful for the liquid courage. He walked towards one of the tables and I
followed him. We sat down on one of the soft cushioned chairs next to each other and he poured us both a glass of wine.

“So Valerie, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do other than keep track of people’s
money?” he asked with that sexy smirk I’d seen entirely too much of tonight. How much of that was a girl supposed to be able to handle before giving in to her basic instincts?!

I took a sip of my wine, “I like to read and I enjoy cooking.” Then I fired a question at him.
“How many clubs did you say you own?”

“I don’t think I did say, but including Mahogany Sin I own four. What type of books do you
like?” He quickly turned the conversation back to me.

“I usually read paranormal books.” As soon as I answered he released a short chuckle and
then quickly cleared his throat, attempting to mask it. Instead of responding to his obvious
amusement at my preference in books, I just fired another question right back at him,

“Where are you from?”

“Originally I’m from London but I’ve bounced around quite a bit. I’ve lived in the U.S. for
the past ten years.”

“Oh really? Do you get back to London often?” I was intrigued. I hadn’t noticed an accent.

“Not so much. All of my family has passed away or moved to different cities or countries.”

“Oh, that must be rough,” I said sympathetically. I understood not having much family
around. It’s been just my mom and I for as long as I can remember. My father died when I was only two years old, my mom was an only child and I don’t have any siblings.

“Not really.” He was short with his response and didn’t bother to say anything else about it
so I moved on to a different topic. We talked for a little while longer, sharing superficial facts about ourselves, not really getting into anything too personal. Two glasses of wine later, he looked down at his watch, “There was another reason I brought you up here.” He stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

I was relaxed with the wine coursing through my body and took his hand without any
hesitation, letting him lead me to the railing. He pointed up towards the left and I turned my head in that direction. He stepped closer to me so that he was right behind my shoulder, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body radiate against mine. I kept my eyes to the sky and was rewarded when the fireworks began. It was a gorgeous display of multi-colored lights shooting through the air and exploding, raining down bright yellows, reds, blues and every color in between.

As we stood there watching the fireworks I felt butterflies in my stomach, but I also felt a
strange familiarity with him in that moment that I couldn’t really explain. He made me feel a little unsettled all evening but right now I felt drawn to him and comfortable around him. His warmth against my back grew from warm to scorching as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Valerie, I hope I’m not being too forward… but would you mind if I kissed you?”

Now the butterflies really began to flutter, and I turned around to face him. Even though I
barely knew him and he’d made me feel like I couldn’t even remember my last name, the need to kiss him was overwhelming. That desire overrode my gut instinct that was telling me he was a player and that he’d probably kissed a thousand women with those succulent lips. Nevertheless, I could give a damn about that as they were focused on me right now. I looked him in those hypnotizing eyes and nodded my head in consent. He leaned down towards me and softly pressed his lips to mine. I felt my whole body go from toasty warm to scorching hot the instant our lips made contact. He pressed his lips firmly to mine and gently cupped my face with his large hands. My body sparked to life in my most intimate places as he opened his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss. I melted into liquid fire as his tongue entered my mouth and tasted me. His kiss was so devastating that it sent me spiraling out of my body and the only thing that existed was his tongue in my mouth, his hand sliding down my body and his steel erection pressing into my stomach. I was engulfed in his kiss and his touch and didn’t care if I ever came back up for air. The feeling was unreal, it was almost as if he ignited something inside of me that I had no idea existed.

I somehow managed to snap back into my body and pull away from the kiss before things
went too far. “Stop… We need… to stop.” I said quietly between shallow breaths. I refuse to sleep with this man after knowing him for barely five hours! My days of one night stands were long behind me and I will not let this man take me there again, no matter how he made me feel.

He looked at me with those bedroom eyes filled with lust, “Why do we need to stop? I
wouldn’t think less of you if we didn’t.”

“Whether that’s true or not, I’d think less of me.” I paused, “Maybe I’d better get going.” I
was firm with my response.

“Okay,” he reluctantly conceded, “let me walk you to your car.”

He opened my car door for me and before saying goodnight, offered me an apology, “I’m
sorry if you felt like I was pressuring you. I just got caught up in the moment and didn’t want to end our kiss. Please don’t think less of me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I appreciate the apology though.” I was genuinely thankful for his
apologetic gesture.

“Can I have your phone number? I’d really like to see you again.” There was that
unbelievably sexy smile again, how could a girl say no to that?!

“Sure,” I replied with a big grin on my face as I rattled off my phone number to him. He put my number into his phone and sent me a quick text message so that I’d have his as well.

He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before I got in the car and drove

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Kelee Gilmore

Kellee A. Gilmore was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois where she currently resides with her husband and two sons. As a young girl, Kellee was captivated by horror movies and R.L. Stine novels. Her love of books began at a very early age thanks to the children’s book clubs her mother enrolled her in every year. Whenever the briefcase shaped boxes that contained her new books arrived at her doorstep, she opened them immediately, filled with joy and anticipation.

Kellee’s love of books naturally shaped her passion for writing. She has been creating short stories and poems since the age of eleven. Although she’s written romance stories and dabbled in fan fiction, her favorite genre to both read and write is paranormal romance. At the age of thirty-one, she began writing her first paranormal romance novel, embarking on the journey of living out her dream.