Let’s welcome Fiona! Thanks for being here. My readers and I want to learn more about this very special dream you had…

From Fiona — I do enjoy my dreams.

My name is Fiona McGier and I write contemporary erotic romance. But every once in a while, my muse gives me different ideas. For example, back in 2012 when everyone was concerned about the end of the Mayan long-count calendar, I began to write about a heroine who had appeared to me in a dream. I’ve learned to trust my dreams, since they’ve resulted in some of my favorite books. The heroine was a Black neuro-biologist who was working in a lab, trying to identify the brain chemicals that control intelligence. I got the first chapter written, then when I tried to write the second one to introduce the hero, a Native American doctor, I got the worst case of writer’s block that I’d ever had! So I put that book aside and figured I’d ignore it for a while.

A week or so later, I had the weirdest dream I’ve ever had! I’ve dreamed up scenes from a book, or characters–even entire story arcs. But I was always an observer. In this dream, a tall man with very pale skin and white hair strode up to me and spoke directly to me, saying that I was having trouble with my book because I was giving her the wrong hero. Then he smiled, showing me vampire fangs. “I don’t write vampires,” I told him. “Too overdone.” He smiled again, saying, “Research the Mayans.” I woke up, just a bit freaked out!

But I sat at my laptop and did some research, as he’d suggested. What I found was that every religious ceremony in Mayan culture required blood-letting–usually by the public figures, involving piercing themselves with thorns, or pulling things through their body parts, like a tongue, and bleeding into a container. Why did they need all of that blood? Well, if their gods were vampires…

Then I reopened the manuscript and not only did the book almost write itself, I also wrote a short sequel, that finished off the story arc. When that publisher closed, I got the rights back and republished the story as one long saga. It’s called Prophecy of the Mayan Undead. I published it on Smashwords, but it’s available at many book outlets. And here’s a hint–it’s not 2012 that was crucial–it’s 2021!

Blurb for Prophecy of the Mayan Undead:

Part One

Keesha is a neurobiology researcher determined to discover the secret to intelligence to save humanity from itself. What she learns leads her to realize a bigger threat comes from beyond the stars. Yuri is a Russian vampire whose long-dead feelings respond to the scientist whose brain he admires but whose curves he can’t resist. Will his love reach the places in her heart that she has ignored for so long? And can they defeat the ancient Mayan mummy who has invaded Keesha’s mind in order to stop her from discovering what the Propecy of the Mayan Undead reveals?

Part Two

As Keesha and Yuri continue to try to eliminate the Mayan threat to humanity, they have to enlist the aid of Niu Ying, a brilliant Chinese neurobiologist. As a gifted child Niu Ying was given to the state by her Chinese parents, leading to a harsh life. Her un-dead existence has been worse. When other vampires urge her not to further the destruction of humans, they bring a blue furry alien Visitor. She never expected to discover her own humanity in the arms of an alien–he never expected to fall in love. Can their passion bridge the gap between their races? And can they join forces with the others to face the return of the Mayan aliens and save humanity?


Keesha is a neuro-biologist who has been researching the key to intelligence.  Once she found it, she was sent home, told not to tell anyone about what she had found, then two men showed up at her apartment, and now she is locked in the trunk of their car.  They had walked away to get gas for their car, now they’re back:

Keesha was terrified to heat the men return. They opened the gas tank to refill the car.

“Maybe I should open the trunk and make sure the bitch is still in there?”

“You idiot! The trunk is still closed. I tied her up myself. Not even Houdini could get out of those knots. I learned how to make them nice and tight in the Navy.”

“Can’t I open it up and just play with her a little? She’s not going to complain with that gag in her mouth–and who’s she going to tell?”

“Fine. I’ll finish pouring the gas in. You go have a little fun with our guest. Then we gotta get outta here before someone notices the car.”

“Who? We never saw no cars on the way into or out of town. There’s no one out here to hear her scream.”

The trunk was opened. Keesha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone. She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek, as it stroked her face.

“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”

“Just feel her up, then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched.”

“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken–what the fuck?”

Keesha heard a swooshing sound. She opened her eyes to see a blur of movement.  She heard a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear coming from her two tormentors.

“Kill the bitch!”

She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath. The gun fired, the bullet pierced into her, and she found it difficult to let out the breath–or to breathe in any more air.

There was the awful sound of breaking bones–then silence. Someone leaned over into the trunk to lift her gently out, as if she was as light as a feather. She felt herself being laid on the ground, fighting to breathe. Her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes, making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she had been unable to budge, and she tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.

“Tha–thanks.” She choked on her own blood. Her head was beginning to swim.

“Keesha, look at me.”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him. She tried to focus her gaze, seeing only the outline of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.

“I had hoped to spare you this, but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you. I won’t. But you must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”

In her mind she giggled. But all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound. “Um, yeah. Don’t think–option anymore–“

“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you’ll be changed. You’ll be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”

Her head nodded up and down. Darkness began to descend, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She felt herself drifting off. Am I going anywhere? Or will I just lose consciousness, and have no more thoughts?

Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes. There was an icy fire in their blue depths.

What are you doing here? I’m busy dying. Who are you?

You are dying, but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with, as your body dies?

She tried to shrug, but was unable to move any part of her body. She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention. The lips on her neck created a drowsy, drugged feeling in her mind.

His words whispered in her brain. How about something erotic?

Yes, please.

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Fiona McGier Bio:

I sub in high schools during the school year. Otherwise I’m writing and blogging about my books–and reading and writing reviews. Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too. I often read while camping with my long-time HEA. Our four adult kids sometimes join us. I’m an avid Jazzerciser, and I love to hike in the woods. I also enjoy sewing–mostly masks these days– crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking–cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I’m known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family’s favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

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  1. Hey Amber, thanks for letting me share this weird experience with your readers. I still look forward to going to sleep! But no character before or since this vampire, has ever spoken directly to me. I think my muse was really determined to have me write the book HER way! LOL.

    1. You’re very welcome! Anytime. 🙂

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