L. S. Fayne
I was born in Norwalk, California in 1960, and grew up in Santa Cruz, California. At the age of ten, our family moved to Oregon.
I married my husband Darrel in June of 1984. We are still together and very much in love. Still happy and wanting more.
My husband and I created our own publishing company, Fayne Artists. In June of 2008, we published my first novel, Christmas in the House of O'Byrne. I was so taken with the storyline and characters of the book that I created a series for it called, Druantia's Children. In these books, the ancestry of their magical family is described. I was inspired to go back in time, and create stories for the original seven sisters who migrated to America. This series is called, The O'Byrne Daughters.
I create all my own covers and artwork. It would be nice if someone else could put on the publishing hat, but for now, I'm satisfied to be so involved. I always have several books in the writing stage. It keeps my ideas fresh and alive to be able to switch around.
At book signings, I'm always asked about my religion, or specifically, if I am a witch. Although that is a rather personal question, I like to answer, "I believe in a little bit of everything, and nothing of everything."
I do fight with Fibromyalgia. It was suggested that I write about it. It took me a while, but it's out there. It's hard to write about something so personal. I wanted it to be as blunt and forthcoming as I could make it. For those fighting with Fibromyalgia, I stress for them to pursue something they are passionate about! Something that will help them get up every morning! I have my husband, a big extended family, writing, and cats. I am passionate about all of them.
We have a Kympco 250. I love riding with my husband. I love the wind in my face, and the smell of blackberries on a hot summer day. I love pointing out the hawks on the power poles as we move along. We do live in a blessed time.
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Mad Queens and Dying Kings (Raven Investigations)
Raven Investigations, Search and Reactive agency who delve into normal and paranormal. They are very good at what they do, but sometimes they keep who they find.
Karissa is ten with a link to computers. It is soon apparent that they must find out just who Karissa really is. Is she from the Queen's or King's?
Broadwick was injected with a drug used in DNA research. She is mutating. She is now Ava.
L. S. Fayne has had fibromyalgia for over eleven years. In this book, she describes fibromyalgia symptoms, and how it has changed her life. She describes how it affects intimacy. Most importantly, she tells about the things she does to regain freedom. This book is not about a cure. It isn’t even about pain management. It’s about life management. It’s about getting out of bed and living again!
Gathering of the Raven (The O'Byrne Daughters - Book Three)
Ireland - 1841. The daughters are now nearly ready for their travels to America. Now, seems the perfect time. They have a keen understanding of the gifts born to them. They understand each other and how to mesh their gifts. The villagers were finally quiet of needing assistance of the magical sort, and all is calm in the magical forest.
So what was stopping them? They were ready, weren’t they?
It's Just Magic! (The O'Byrne Daughters - Book Two)
Ireland 1838: The O'Byrne daughter's evil Aunt had been defeated by her own hand.
Now, they must rescue Celeste, set Captain Brewster’s brother and cousin free, find Davy’s people, find out whose little bones were in the evil room, and free their cousin from his evil mother’s influences.
What of their Aunt? Should they rescue her as well? Even if they wanted to... could they?
Budding Magic (The O'Byrne Daughters - Book One)
Ireland – 1838
Aine and Keegan set up magical devices which would aid the Irish during the famine. Before these protections were finished, Keegan was murdered.
On the day her seventh daughter is born, Aine activates the magical devices with Birth magic, and then Death—her death magic.
Shocked, the daughters find themselves orphaned with mysterious magic working around them.
There Can't Be Shadows Without Light (Druantia's Children - Book Three)
Natilie has been assisting the F.B.I. to locate lost children since the age of twelve. Detective Jessica Hughe only knows her by the name of Raven. She has no idea that she has been communicating with a child for the last four years. Between them, they had brought home 203 children.
Now, Natilie must seek Ms. Hughe's aid when the O’Byrne discover a predatorial serial killer has taken a child.
Druantia's Braids (Druantia's Children - Book Two)
New Years - 1982.
Those claiming to be Vevila’s lost Children were soundly defeated! Right? Maybe not quite. Only those who attacked the house were soundly defeated. The rest are still at home, raising monsters and playing with things, which should be left strictly alone. It will take the combined efforts to stop a most foul creature from preying on humankind.
Christmas in the House of O'Byrne (Druantia's Children - Book One)
Adell invites her family to celebrate Christmas. These aren’t strangers. She has known them all her life.
Things start off right with the love and magical shenanigans of those happily carrying on. Then start going terribly wrong. They have a traitor from within whose jealous spite wants to crush them all.
Trapped within the magical house, deep love and silent hate are companions.
L. S. Fayne's favorite authors on Smashwords
Smashwords book reviews by L. S. Fayne
- Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1
on May 09, 2012
This book is well written and so steamy hot that I don’t know if I’m grownup enough to read it!
The characters are well formed. I definitely connected with them. I liked the ironic humor in their circumstances. I liked the bond between the sisters. The sisters are different from each other, but all strong in their own ways. The men don’t stand a chance. Well done!
- Paranormal Investigations 1 - No Situation Too Strange
on May 14, 2012
Paranormal Investigations – E. H. Walter
At first I was rather annoyed by Leo’s wussiness, but then I realized she had a compulsion to help people, and enough loneliness within her to make her vulnerable. Even with this initial reaction to the beginning, the story moved along quickly.
Leo didn’t believe in the paranormal, or so she said, but she was intuitively capable of dealing with mean little fairies, a grouchy troll, demons, and other nonhuman creatures.
This book was refreshing in that it had a sound plot, interesting characters, and a convincing ending. I enjoyed the book.
- The Weeping Empress
on July 10, 2012
I don’t really understand why, but I know this book is important to be read! It strikes a deep personal note. It’s personally enlightening.
The book is stark and pungent. It made me feel restless, recognizing that something was stirring on a deeper level than that which I understood. As I read on, I asked just where was this concept coming from, and where was it going? How the hell did it even get to evolve? It’s not just a book, or just a story. It’s a rousing. To personal anger or madness? No, but to something recognized by the primitive part of the soul.
I had trouble with the very first couple of paragraphs. In point of fact, I groaned. I read on deciding to trust in the author, and she delivered. I realized the reason for my problem with the beginning was that I didn’t find it very creditable. That was because Chiyo’s response was totally foreign to me. If it was me waking up as she did, my fight or flight instinct would be kicking in probably before I even opened my eyes! She didn’t rouse to any level of emotion until the solders roughed her up, and only then did she berserk. I realized that this was just a sleep patterning difference. It had nothing to do with the believability of the book. Different people would in fact, stir differently. Chiyo was simply lethargic upon waking.
I understand her “beast”. I would term it a berserker rage. Giving in to that rage, will give a person strength and push fear aside, allowing them to do amazing things. Chiyo was furiously angry and felt that she had already lost everything. This gave her the freedom to seek and cling to her darker nature. The killing allowed her to distract herself from all that she had lost, and give her an outlet to the anger. I understand the initial rage. I don’t understand its continuation. That’s okay. I’d rather not understand if you get my drift. She later felt betrayed yes, but she was already a killing machine. The betrayal was not an excuse to the killing.
I liked Muhjah and Senka, but never understood their madness. Senka needed to kill. Muhjah’s purpose seemed to be to direct Senka’s killing. It was shocking to realize their brutality, and still like them as characters. Part of that liking though was because of the way they absorbed Chiyo.
The concept of the Goddess was interesting. It wasn’t intrusive to the story, but did come across as real. I liked the relationship between the Goddess, mankind, and the snake.
The story was shocking in the careless way it portrayed killing. It was brutal and swift. It was deliberate. I have often wondered just how our ancestors managed this. It’s a fact that they did. Have we really evolved away from this? We still kill, but not so much with hands on, not so personally. I’ve seen the eyes of solders who have killed hands on. They come back different, dark. The term , “eyes of a killer” is true. They are never the same again. We see the nonchalant killing in the movies, but in reality, those who kill, rent their souls.
- Nemesis (A Kick-Ass Girls Club novel)
on Sep. 09, 2012
Nemesis, quite the girlfriend!
This book is written in first person. There is no mystery as to how Nemesis thinks and feels about things. I like the fast paced bluntness. It adds punch to the tough girl image. I started this book and then somewhere in the third chapter had to put on my longest earrings, highest shoes, grab my husband’s arm, and go dance at the local hangout. It made me hungry to feel life!
The female freedom is sexy. Gervasio does a good job of showing sexual freedom and personal vulnerability. I wouldn’t call this book erotica, but it is all adult.
These ladies don’t collect lechers, don’t go to bed early, and don’t suffer fools and bimbos. Dance their tune or get out of their way! Maybe in the next book, we’ll see the dead body of some raping, brutal, jerk float down the river. I’ll be cheering!