Tuesday, November 7, 2017

What is Music Association Training in D/s relationships?

What is Music Association Training in D/s relationships?

First things first, I am in no means an expert in this field. I do have a therapy background and a vague understanding of music therapy, but I do not have a certification or specific training. I don’t think there even would be one considering how much of the lifestyle is unique to the submissive and dominant living in it.

For those of you who don’t know me, I am an erotic author with Changeling Press and Dreamspinner Press. I am also currently searching for a submissive and have found my search to be quite interesting. Out of everything I offer, and I mean EVERYTHING, I get asked about Music Association the most. So I thought I’d explain to anyone else out there who really loves music and wants to use it when training a submissive or try it out themselves.

What exactly is association?
In this context, think of it like operant conditioning. You know, behavioral theories and stuff. When a pet is good, they get a treat. When they are bad, they get ignored. Except with music, the reward and punishment has a lasting affect.

Think about it this way. If you listened to the same song while eating your favorite ice cream over and over and over, then you heard the song without having any… wouldn’t you want to go get some?


Which song should I pick?
The song has to be important to you and unique to what you are using it for. Although there are an abundance of slave songs, including “I’m a Slave 4 U” by Britney Spears, perhaps that might not be the best one. Not unless it means a lot to you already.

Regardless, the song needs to be determined by you and you alone before you start the association. If you have already met your submissive by this point and are looking to try something new, you have an even better insight as to what might really hit their feels. If you haven’t, like me, then pick a song that means a lot to you. Words aren’t necessarily important, although something in a language they don’t understand might not be the way to go.


What if your submissive really hates the song?
Depends. What context is the song being used? If they are being punished, it really doesn’t matter how they feel because they aren’t supposed to be enjoying themselves. If they are being rewarded with an orgasm and they hate the song so much they can’t get aroused, then you probably want to reconsider. After all, if they aren't providing the reaction you want, the whole idea of the association is kind of pointless.


So how do you use the song?
My favorite way to use this song is through orgasm control/denial. This is tricky if you are searching for your submissive because you don’t want to get overly dominant before they are ready. So be very specific with what you expect and want. If you already know your submissive, then this part is very easy.

AFTER meeting first in a public place, determine when you are going to meet for the scene. Then this is what I say/do.

Three days before our expected date, he/she gives up complete control over his/her orgasm. He/she are to edge every night at least once while listening to the same song. I don’t ask if he/she like it. I don’t ask if they’ve heard it. I just tell him/her what it is. Then the day of the scene, when/if you allow him/her release, play the song. Look at his/her reaction then. This might take months or a year, but one day, if they hear the song on the radio…what do you think his/her first reaction is going to be?


How do I know if my submissive is actually listening to the song?
You don’t! Not unless you live with him/her. But the point is he/she wants to submit so you have to have faith he/she will do what you ask.


Remember. 
Everything in BDSM and the lifestyle is consensual on both sides. It’s probably not a good idea to meet a man/woman and then tell him/her to do this for you if he/she isn’t comfortable. Don’t force, just ask. Most of the men I have been “interviewing” for the position of my submissive have been very interested.


One thing I don’t ever do is give away the name of my songs. They are very special to me and I want the submissive I finally tell to know what that means.

I hope this helped! Whether you were looking for something to spice up the bedroom with your partner or are looking for slave training techniques, this is definitely at the top of my list. Now I am actively looking for a submissive, I plan on posting more. Next time I will talk more about fetlife, an online site used to finding others into kink.


Smooches!

Friday, May 26, 2017

Hump Day Humps

Twisted by Ana Raine!

Touching gently through their pants, I altered my gaze from Max to Bentley, both lost in the pleasure. I was sure I wasn’t giving them half as much as they had given me, but neither complained. The only expression on their faces was that of bliss.
            But I didn’t think it was enough.
            In a matter of three days, I had been given more intense, romantic orgasms than I had ever experienced before. Just because they’d never ask, doesn’t mean I wasn’t willing to give.
            “No,” Max and Bentley cried in unison as I released them and slid from the couch.
            “I’m not going anywhere,” I mumbled, positioning myself more comfortably on the floor. The carpet was plush and felt good against my knees. My fingers trembled as I sought the courage to do what I really wanted.
            First, I worked on Bentley’s zipper, pulling it down just enough for me to reach inside of his pants and retrieve his cock. The tanned, hard flesh was heavy in my hands and made my mouth water. Then I pulled at the string of Max’s shorts until they gave way, his dick hard and pale and proud.
            I expected they would look at each other, even if only for a moment, but their eyes never strayed from me.
            Finally, outgoing Bentley gathered the nerve to ask. “What are you doing, Pip?”
            “Sucking you off,” I told him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. His shirt had ridden up so I could see the way his stomach dipped in at the abrupt movement. “Don’t know if I’m any good at it though.”
            “You don’t have to,” Max started as I took his cock in my hands and experimentally licked the head. “Oh fuck…”
            “I want to.” If my mouth was focused on one, I made sure my hand was working the other. “Unless you guys feel weird about me doing it to both of you.”
            As if remembering the other was there, a look of hostility crossed their faces. But then I took Bentley halfway down my throat and he moaned loudly, his hand reaching for my hair. “Seriously, I don’t give a damn. Just keep your mouth on me.”
            I bobbed up and down a few times before moving to Max. He had his mouth open and his breathing came fast. I watched his pupils dilate as expectation overtook him. When he started to pant, I took him into my mouth.
            “Pip,” Max groaned, “I don’t care either. Do whatever you want. You can decide later.”
            By decide, I knew he meant which one of them I wanted to be with. The fact I could have both crossed my mind for the briefest of seconds, but before it could solidify, was gone.
            What I’d give to have my two closest friends be my lovers. But the way they seemed to hate each other suggested they would never come to love one another the way I yearned for them.
            “Pip,” Bentley groaned as he bit his lower lip. I wasn’t sure if he’d grown impatient without my mouth or if the pleasure from my hand had driven my name from his lips.
Closing his eyes, he hummed as I licked the prominent vein running along his shaft before darting my tongue into his slit.
“Please tell me you don’t do this all the time,” Bentley begged.
“Of course he doesn’t,” Max defended as he slipped his hand under my chin and guided me back to his glistening cock. “He’s a virgin.”
“What?” Bentley’s shout was almost indistinct as I tightened my hand around his shaft and stroked with increased fervor.
“What did you expect?” Max threw back.            
“Pip, give me your virginity,” Bentley pleaded, fingers tugging at my red strands. “Please, baby. Choose me.”
“No way,” Max’s hand was strong along my jaw. “He’s mine. Pip, love, choose me.”
            The serene moment had been shattered and I was pretty sure we were never going to get it back. “Guys,” I stressed, pulling away from both of them before my neck snapped. “You’re hurting me. I’m trying really hard to make you both feel good…just be patient.”
            “I’m sorry, baby,” Max released his hold on my jaw as he settled for stroking my cheek instead.
            Bentley’s fingers slipped from my hair and he put his hands behind his back. “Please, Pip, continue.”
Alternating between the two wasn’t working, so I settled for securing my mouth around Max’s cock and stroked Bentley’s heavy cock with my hand. I waited for them to argue, but if their moans were any indicator, they were lost in pleasure.
Max’s legs tightened and he let out a low groan as I felt cock grow harder in my mouth. Increasing suction, I focused on the tip, alternating between sucking and using my tongue. Max seemed to like my focus rather than how fast I was taking him, so I used that knowledge to draw out his orgasm.
It was only another moment before he was panting on the couch, his hands trembling on his lap as he threw back his head and moaned loudly. My name along with several praises left his lips as I felt the hot sprays of his cum hit the back of my throat. Swallowing, I made sure he was done before instantly taking him into my hand and moving over to Bentley.
I hesitated.
Did Bentley really want me to take him into his mouth now I had had Max’s cum in my mouth?
I looked up at him in question, but his hand was urgent on the back of my neck and I realized he could’ve cared less.
“Pip, just do it, baby.”
            I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the tip of his engorged cock. He moaned softly, but there was a frustration as well. Realizing he needed something different, I increased my speed and took him as far into my throat. He started bucking his hips, meeting my movements with his own until I could hear the strain in his voice.
            “Close, baby. Take it all. Yea, just like that.”
            Unlike serene, calm Max who was basking in the afterglows of his orgasm, Bentley was engaged. He was commanding and dominant, enjoying the control he had over me.
            “Damn,” Bentley screamed, jerking forward so the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
            I swallowed eagerly, taking his load the same way I’d taken Max’s. I kept him within the warmth of my mouth until I was sure he’d ridden through his aftershocks. Pulling away, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stared up at them guiltily.
            Surely, now they could see how this would never work. I bet their gaze, alternating between Max and then Bentley until I was sure they saw my resolve. Max and Bentley had wanted to experiment with a guy and why not their best friend. But now it was over.

            Except….neither one moved away.



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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Hump Day Humps!

The farther we walked, the more obscured in the tall trees and flowers we became. There was a fountain with white marble around the base. Beside the fountain was a thick, large blanket splayed out on the ground.
            I stopped short. “You planned this?”
            He smiled wickedly and released me.
            “And if I’d said no to being yours?” I asked quietly.
            Prince Adrian cupped me through my pants. “Did you think about saying no?”
            “Never.”
            His lips were cool against mine as he held my jaw so I couldn’t shy away. The kiss was powerful, his tongue swirling inside of my mouth. I knew demons could administer a pheromone through their saliva and instantly I felt its affects.
            “Lie down, Collin.” My face was on fire and my cock was so hard I thought I might burst.
             I obeyed and waited while he took off his shoes, pants, and boxers. He knelt in front of me and pushed my shoulders until I was lying down. Slowly, he took off my shoes, and then unbuttoned and got rid of my pants too.
            “Are you cold?” He asked.
            “I’m on fire.”
            “Not yet you are.”
            He peeled down my briefs, my cock bobbing free inches from his face. Without warning, he held both my wrists down at my sides and took my cock down the back of his throat.
            I cried out as I arched my back. He hummed around my cock, focusing on the head as I squirmed on the ground. “So good.”
            He pulled his mouth away, releasing my cock with a small pop. “I’m relieved. I want it to be very good for you.”
            Prince Adrian didn't take his coat off, but I kind of liked the way the fabric tailored to his body. He released my wrists and I closed my eyes as I heard something plastic being opened. Then his finger was at my entrance. “Do not clench up, Collin.”
            I took a breath as he pushed into my tight rings of muscle. He prodded inside of me for a few moments and then added a second finger. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but God it felt amazing.
            He curled his fingers inside of me, scraping against a spot that lit my entire body on fire.
            “Is it still good?”
            “I’ve never felt anything better.” I cried out breathlessly. Truth be told, I was having a hard time accepting the fact that his fingers were in me. There was a nagging suspicion I couldn't chase away. I had no proof of his words being true, but logic told me he had nothing to gain by sleeping with me.
            And hell if I didn’t want to pleasure him. Even if his words were untrue, his fingers were working magic inside my body, making my thighs tighten and my cock harder with every passing moment. I wanted him inside of me.
            When he slipped his fingers out of me, I opened my eyes and sat up so I could plead with him. “What’s wrong? Why are you stopping?”           
            Prince Adrian studied my face with his dark eyes. He glanced down and I felt my mouth go completely dry when I saw his long, thick dick standing straight at attention. Before he could stop me, I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked up and down over the condom he was wearing.
            He leaned his head back and moaned softly into the night. I stared at the slight bit of skin exposed at his throat, his heavy breathing. I wanted him so desperately.
            “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember,” he whispered, pushing my hand away and pushing me back onto my back. My legs were hoisted over his shoulders and he positioned his cock at my waiting entrance. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m at my limit.”
            Flushing a new shade of scarlet I focused on his beautiful eyes and he penetrated me. I’d never felt something so painful and pleasurable at the same time before. The need to touch him was overpowering and I reached up to stroke his cheek, but stopped.
            Prince Adrian was fully sheathed inside of me, but paused his thrusting. “Do not shy away from me.”
            Touching the skin of his cheeks meant more to me than I could describe. My heart hammered loudly inside my chest and I literally feared it might explode.
            “There are questions in your eyes,” he whispered before taking my wrist and guiding my finger towards his parted lips. The moistness of his mouth combined with his slow thrusting drove me to the point of tears. The head of my cock had to be purple with how bad my need to come was. “You don’t need to be weary. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
            I moaned as he brought my fingers down his throat. “Not enough.”
            He pulled my hand away from his mouth. “I told you I would bring you to tears. But I think part of you wants me to do that.”
            “Yes.”
            “Hold your knees.”
            I obeyed, holding my knees towards my chest while still leaving my entrance exposed for him. He’d barely left my heat, but he must’ve been holding back because I felt more length enter me than before.
            “Am I hurting you?”
            “No way. I want more.”
            He chuckled and wrapped one of his hands in my hair, the other on my hip. He pounded into me mercilessly.           
            Prince Adrian’s breathing was rugged, but my screaming was drowning out everything else. If someone walked by, they would’ve thought I was dying from too much pleasure.
            I should’ve known Prince Adrian wouldn’t take it easy on me. When I felt my stomach pool with heat, he stopped his movements and focused on my neglected cock.
            My tail was thumping against the ground embarrassingly. “Do you want me to pleasure you?”
            “If you want.”
            His hand tightened around the base of my cock. “That’s not much of an answer.”
            “Yes. Yes, please.”
            Satisfied with my answer, he focused back on my pleasure, using techniques I never would’ve thought of. I was close and could feel my balls draw closer to my body.
             But he stopped, once again placing his hand on my hip and pounding into me. The cycle continued endlessly, until my cock was so hard the simplest touch from him almost sent me over the edge. Prince Adrian showed emotion he had never shown before. His eyes were glistening and there were small beads of sweat on his forehead. His lips parted with each passing breath and he furrowed his brow in pleasure.
            “Please, let me…”
            “Only because it’s you.”
            He wrapped his hand around my cock and entered me over and over until I had to close my eyes because looking at him was too intense. “You can come for me now.”
            I shook as my orgasm ripped through me. Prince Adrian’s hand tightened in my hair and I heard the most beautiful whimper escape his lips. Forcing my eyes open, I sought his eyes and almost collapsed from the look of pure ecstasy I saw reflecting back at me. When our orgasms had come to a rest, he slowly slipped out of me.
            His hand took my chin and angled my face up to him. “Did I harm you?  I was rather rough.”
            I licked my lips, elated they still tasted like his cold, clean skin. “No. You are amazing.”
            There was the slightest blush underneath his cheeks, but it was fleeting. “You say things that make me come undone.”
            I waited.
            “You have to understand…that what I took from you-“
            Before this point, I never would’ve interrupted the Prince of demons, but I needed him to know how badly I’d wanted him. “-I gave you myself. You didn’t take anything.”
            He looked taken off guard as he released my chin and ran his hand down his coat jacket, smoothing the fabric. I caught a glimpse of his dragon ring on his thumb and was relieved he’d used his other hand to touch my member.

            “I won’t let you be harmed,” he promised as he stood up and redressed. His back was to me, but I could hear his dark voice clearly. “Even now, I want to give you a chance to leave. Demons are said to be the most possessive and brutal of lovers. Not just in bed, but all around. If you choose to stay with me, my longing to protect you will grow stronger until one day, I won’t be able to let you go.”

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Coming Soon!

Interpret (Play Boys 2) by Ana Raine

Blurb:

Pyotr is in his last year at the prestigious New York School of Dance. He's lost his private sponsorship, so to pay his expenses, he works at Twirl, a high-end gay strip club two nights a week, wearing a mask to conceal his identity.
When Pyotr confessed his love to Jacob four years ago, Jacob mocked Pyotr for his foolishness and rejected him. Heartbroken and bereft, Pyotr swears he's learned his lesson. The only relationship he'll ever give his heart to again is his dancing. But when Jacob steps out of the shadows at Twirl, Pyotr realizes he is still just as in love with the pretty playboy as he was when he was eighteen.
Pyotr knows he should run before he gets his heart broken a second time, but he's drawn to Jacob and the possibility of having his greatest desires fulfilled. Jacob is everything Pyotr wants in a master, but is his recklessness too much -- or just enough?

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R Excerpt:
No way I wasn't getting great tips tonight.
The only way to get a private dance here was to pay upfront, and that was a lot of money. Space was limited to promote the idea of exclusivity at the club, and the bouncers at the front door screening the clients helped make Twirl one of the safest strip clubs in New York.
My ears burned as I ripped my flimsy pants off, exposing my long legs, muscular from years of professional dance training. I ran my fingers over the bulge in my briefs, reveling in the hollers coming from the audience. Any night I worked, I ended up entertaining privately. I could already imagine Ray's elated expression when the bids started.
Dropping to my knees, I ran my fingers through my hair and cradled my face as though he were touching me. I pouted my lips and looked up into the lights in just the right way to make my bright blue eyes glitter like giant Christmas decorations.
The screams from the crowd got louder as I made my way to the edge of the dance floor. I noticed a crowd of eager men had gathered. Grinding against the dark stage, I felt eager hands on my ankles, my calves and my lower back as money was shoved into my briefs.
Even though the other dancers had dropped to the floor and were doing the same, the number of hands on me didn't decrease. They weren't allowed to touch my face or hair, so playfully I swatted the few hands that tried to break the rules.
Ray's motto was that if you want it, go for it. But I knew the moment I showed any distress, he would have Jared come over and pluck me from the crowd.
Only once had a group of really drunk guys gotten too hands on. Jared had literally lifted me from the dance platform and carried me to the back like I weighed less than one of the cushioned stools at the bar.
The moment Matt jumped from the stage and started going through the crowd, I knew it was time. Disentangling myself from the reaching hands, I slid back to a safer part of the stage and followed Ray as he worked the crowd.
There were several takers, that much I could see, but distinguishing between their faces and bodies was a whole other story. They all looked the same.
I gathered the bills from my briefs and prepared to take it the back before Ray escorted me to the private rooms. I lost track of my boss. As I was looking for him through the throng, my gaze was drawn to a man seated at the far back of the club. Unlike the rest of the crowd, he hadn't followed Matt and the others onto the dance floor. I couldn't make out the man's facial features, but the haughty way he stayed seated, like he was too good to get up, made my face burn.
That would be just like Jacob.
But I took a breath and reminded myself for the millionth time in four years it wasn't Jacob.
"Go get ready -- and don't forget to put your cash in the safe," Ray told me as he touched my shoulder, startling me. "Then head for room one."
I nodded so I wouldn't have to scream over the music, and headed for the dressing rooms, pulling on my jeans before I headed for the private rooms. I rolled my shoulders and stretched, just as I did before every performance.
"Hey, there," I said, announcing my presence. "You requested me?"
With a plush loveseat, matching couch and coffee table, the room was made to look comfortable. A half empty glass sat abandoned on the table, along with a wallet, car keys, and a phone.
He was standing with his back to me, but I would have known who he was had I been blindfolded. He had grown in the last four years, and now towered over me by a good foot. His dark hair was perfectly in place, making him look just like the rich playboy I knew he was. No doubt a Bentley or Porsche waited outside for him.
I had the urge to rip his clothes off so I could stare at his marvelous tanned skin. Had his body changed much? From what I could see, he had maintained the athletic build he'd acquired playing Rugby.
My knees felt weak as I envisioned what it would feel like to run my tongue over his taut stomach and further down to his cock. Clearing my throat, I tried to regain my composure and managed to whisper. "Jacob? So you really are here."
He turned to look at me. His startling dark eyes caught me off guard and his chiseled face didn't help. If I hadn't been wearing pants, my erection would've have been as plain as day.
"You recognized me then, Pyotr?" he said in the velvet voice I remembered too well.
"Of course." How could I forget? Jacob was only the star of my every wet dream. He was the one who consumed my thoughts and kept me awake at night.
He was also the reason I'd sworn to never fall in love again.


Sunday, June 5, 2016

All That Remains Available Now!

All That Remains (Neko 4) by Ana Raine

Blurb:
Collin has loved Adrian, the Demon Prince, for more than a decade. In the past he has been forced to conceal his love to protect the monarchy, knowing how much their affair endangers Adrian's standing with the Demon Council.
Collin and his friend Izumi have served their demon masters faithfully and without question. But when it becomes clear the army rebelling against the monarchy threatens to destroy not only demon society but the lives of their masters, the two Nekos become determined to find the enemy's weakness.
Collin gains more than he bargained for when he discovers the real reason Nekos are enslaved is the power they have over their demon masters. Now more than Adrian's reign as Prince of the Demons is threatened. If Collin cannot find a way to change the course of their history, Adrian's very life may be forfeit.

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R Excerpt:
To an outsider, this might have looked damaging to my health. After all, Prince Adrian, a demon, was twice my size. But this was anything but cruel; this was the way he showed me who I belonged to. And to say I didn't love every minute would have been a lie.
"Collin." His voice was like silk, passing through my skin and weaseling its way between my bones. "Are you comfortable?"
My arms were bound above my head and my body was naked beneath him. Even if I had been fully clothed, I would have been on fire because of his tall, lean figure standing at the foot of the bed. My tail swished excitedly against the covers and my ears twitched in anticipation.
"Yes, Adrian-sama."
Adrian circled the inside of my thigh with his finger, his purple eyes staring at my body with such longing, I wondered if it was really me who had fallen first. My body was tired, but from a different type of fatigue. He only took parts of my soul now, rather than feed from a nameless woman who wouldn't appreciate him.
But I could. Even before I'd met him, my life as a Neko had been stale. There were only two options for a Neko -- to become a pet to a demon and come to the human world, or go to an alternative island. I probably would have chosen to go to the island with my parents, but I met Adrian and from that moment on, my entire life belonged to him.
All he had to do was ask and I would give. Another way of life didn't even seem possible.
He fisted my cock, my length hardening in his hand. "Where are your thoughts, my sweet Neko?"
"With you," I replied, arching my back as the moan I'd been concealing worked its way out of my throat. How could something as simple as a hand job bring me to such a weakened state?
Adrian didn't break my gaze as he pumped up and down, running his finger over my slit and gathering the glistening pre-cum.
"I wonder if you would be able to maintain a thought if I were to take you into my mouth?"
Mewling, I struggled against the bonds holding me to our bed. "Only one way to find out," I challenged.
Before I could inhale, Adrian was between my legs and his mouth had encircled my cock. I cried out in pleasure and surprise as he expertly swirled his tongue around the tip before taking me further into his mouth. There was no denying he was amazing in bed, the only demon I could ever dream of being with.
"So good," I cried out as I felt my legs tighten and quiver. In that moment, I almost forgot my status as his pet to the rest of the demon society. I just wanted to scream and thrash against the bed until the blankets dared to slip to the floor. "I want to touch you, please."
His response was to slowly pull away until I slipped from his mouth with a wet pop. My body was alight, and the very thought he wouldn't finish with me was enough to make me convulse.
Adrian only ever removed his shirt when we were alone because he hated the scars that adorned his sides. Scars that he had never told me about, even though we'd been living in the human world together for almost a year.
"What is wrong?" Adrian followed my gaze and lowered his voice, as considerate as always. "Do my scars bother you? I can put my shirt back on..."
"No," I assured him. "I love your scars because they're a part of you. Beautiful."
He slowly let his face slip into an easy smile as he maneuvered between my legs on the bed until he had removed his pants and boxers.
If there were ever a competition between angels and demons, Adrian would win without even having to fill out a competition slip. He was the embodiment of my desires and his thick, long dick resting on my thigh was no exception.
"I want you," I whispered, "Please, Adrian."

Ana Raine
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Monday, May 9, 2016

Inspiration for Hidden Wings


 I live in Michigan and there is a constant joke that there are only two seasons: construction season and winter. Winter can be downright dangerous and most times, I opt not to leave the safety of my home. But for those of us who brave the construction and shut down roads, there are beautiful state parks and flowing ponds, lakes, and rivers.

It was on one of these adventures to my local Metro Park that I came up with the idea for Hidden Wings. There were two swans in the center of the path and a small group of people who hadn’t dared pass by even though there was nowhere else to go. Swans are often characterized as small, fragile and helpless, but in that moment, I saw the true strength that lies within those majestic creatures.

A few weeks later, I went back to the park, but this time there was only one lone swan floating in the pond. The fight had seemed to ebb away and there was a hollow look of sadness about the creature that made me think he had been abandoned. In the romance world, bear or wolf shifters are predominant because of their predatory, protective nature. But swans are not just graceful birds with slender necks, but creatures of beauty who fight for their mates and are broken when separated.


Further research into Irish mythology extended my knowledge of fairies. I created the idea of a Dryma Fairy whose soul is tied to a tree. It seemed only fitting that the protectors of these trees would be the strong swans who captivated me that fateful day.