That Trolls could be sexy, exciting and intriguing. Sheri has forever altered my POV on trolls. Check out this HOT cover! Calm down Linda.
Sheri is going to discuss a topic close to the heart of every writer…and of utmost interest to every reader…
Sheri: Those non-human critters, gotta love ’em! They’re taking over the literary world by storm. You view their faces on a movie poster marquee and see the retail footprints soon after.
How are those creatures brought to life? What makes them so darn believable that the public goes wild?
It all begins with a little planning…
The basic premise of writing non-human characters is having an idea of what your creature is like. Even for pantsers, a character chart written waaaaaay before your blank screen blinks to life will help your story evolve. Characteristics only found in certain species can take on new meaning with a little pre-planning.
Decide what your creature will be.
Monster? Other worldly? Mythological? Make a list of characteristics similar and different from humans.
World building: Where will they live?
On Mars in an undiscovered ecosystem? Perhaps your creature will live on an entirely different astro-plane. Take into consideration the environment: Desert, jungle, mountains, under water. Perhaps all environs, like Earth?
What is their environment like?
If it’s cold, how do they stay warm? Same goes for extreme heat. How does their environment affect the society in which they live or their chemical make-up? What makes them unique in their environment?
How do they interact with others within their society?
Do they live in packs or as hermits? Is the basis in which their society is formed based on the interaction? Do they elect their leaders or is it a fight to the top? Perhaps it’s more like royalty and they’re born into their position.
Prized warm wetness coated his fingers and she whimpered, her shapely hips undulated against his hand. He matched the rhythm to his thrusting tongue.“Relax, angel.”
“It’s too much,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you.”
“And it’s not enough.” Her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slack with lust.
Holy horns of Pan. The little Troll was one hot number.
Shivers raced through her delicious body. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers that worked magic between her legs.
Ella was close, so close to her peak.
Alek never wished for his human body as badly as he wished for it now. He wanted Ella in his bed, on her back, with him planted firmly between her golden thighs.
Shit, it could never be while he remained in his true form. He slid his wet fingers from her body and dipped to pick her up. Two strides with his four legs, and he tossed her on his floorbed.
Millions of air beads inside the mattress crackled softly in adjustment to her weight. A conventional bed would never hold his equine body. Even a frame made of iron would buckle as if it were made of aluminum.
In a smooth move, Alek folded his hocks beneath him and joined her, his wide shoulders nestled between her legs.
“Oh no! No, no, no,” she squealed, shoving at his head, trying to rise.
Alek put his palm on Ella’s belly and held her still.
She squirmed in return.
“What’s wrong with a little taste?” He waggled his brows at her, then dipped down for a lick.
“You’re a complete sicko. People don’t do this—do they?
“They do, Kalos, and more.”Alek used his thumbs to rub her clit, and watched Ella’s eyes rolled back and close. Then he separated her folds, laid the flat of his tongue against her, and lapped. With each pass over her tight bud of nerves, he stoked her fire hotter. Luscious sighs and tangy musk filled his senses, drawing him back with a greed for more.
He sucked her clit mercilessly—and tongue-fucked her. When her knees drew up and she clutched the sides of his head, he inserted two fingers into her wet warmth.
Ella’s moan was light at first, a whisper of sound that floated from her parted lips.
He pumped his fingers faster. Her cries became louder. When his lips fastened to her swollen little nub and he reached to fondle her breast, all kolasi broke loose. Her hips bucked off the bed, and he took the ride with his face squeezed between her lovely thighs. Around his fingers, the muscles of her channel pulsed with her orgasm.
The explosion rocked her body in a long keening that had Meat Wrench growling to be inside.
Alek hastily shoved his need away. Mating would not happen while their bodies remained in opposite states, no matter how much he wanted it.
But this will keep you dreaming of me for next time, Sweet Ella. Then, you won’t be inclined to say no.
One orgasm ended, another began. Over and over, he worked to gain every drop she offered, and then some.
“One day I’ll be inside you, Ella.”
“I need you inside me, Al.”
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Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, award-winning author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom.
A former engineering secretary, she lives on California’s beautiful central coast. “I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.” A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”
Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award and Finalist in InD’Tale eMagazine’s Reward Of Novel Excellence award (RONE), she has numerous five star reviews everywhere ebooks are sold.
Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.
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