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"Fairy-tale fantasies for the heart."
Hello everyone! My name is Ann, and I am an independent Filipino author with a passion for poetry and writing. My love for writing began at five years old, when I drew a picture book as part of my kindergarten project. My fascination with romance novels began at fourteen. I lean towards creating female protagonists with characteristics such as loyalty, longevity and inner strength, much like the sunflower depicted in my logo.
I love writing about knights-in-distress and damsels-in-shining-armor. I also enjoy referencing and incorporating Filipino or Asian culture into my stories. When I'm not writing in my notebook or typing on my laptop, I'm probably binging on anime, drawing on my sketch pad or killing it at karaoke.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wrote this book because I wanted to add more variety to the fantasy romance subgenre. I wanted to create something inspired by elements of classical fairy tales. I was fascinated by the idea of balls, fairy creatures and floating islands.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She faced him now as she lay on her side, her serene expression bathed under the soft glow of moonlight. A curl of gold hair rested against her high cheekbones. Her skin had a ‘rosy peach’ color, a testament to bouts of walking and working under the sun. Her bowed lips were coral pink, chaffed but still remarkably tempting. She turned in her sleep, stretching a lithe body wrapped in thin linen.
She was not at all what he’d envisioned her to be. Neither crippled nor disfigured and embittered by those things. Instead, she possessed the hardy beauty of a village girl and the soft heart of an innocent maiden. This combination captivated him like no other. He was sorely tempted to slip into her bed and slide his arms around her, to kiss her awake and murmur adorations into her ear as they made love. He was more than ever determined to have her, as soon as he found a way for such a thing to be possible.
Calm yourself, Blayze thought as he tightened his grip on the windowsill. He urged himself not to lose control and instead think of a way to lure her to the Fall Gatherings. A night breeze came through the window, lifting the scarf he’d wrapped around his neck.
“This is yours, isn’t it?” he asked her sleeping form, catching the edge of the garment and tracing the cursive embroidery that spelled her name on the underside. “You were lying through your teeth, all for the sake of keeping a stranger warm.”
She did not answer of course, being too deep in the throes of slumber. She took another gentle breath, her breast lifting to accommodate air. Blayze briefly wondered what it would be like to hear her beating heart beneath his ear. “I have to go, Dearest. Hopefully we meet again soon.”
Her only responses were a slow exhale and a tiny smile drawn out by the images of a pleasant dream. It brought about his own smile and made his leaving much more bearable. He beat his wings swiftly and flew off and away from her bedroom window.