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I hope you're good and warmed up! 'Cos Kindle has some great free reads available!
I would also like to take this opportunity to give you a glimpse into my Work In Progress: SINFUL LUST. It will be released on Amazon within 2 or 3 days so keep your eyes open!
The Erotic Fairy Tale Theatre is proud to bring you a story of magic, sex, and love--not necessarily in that order!
Jane finds herself face to face with a big, bad wolf who yearns to devour her! Her husband, Axe Huntsman, tells her to be wary of wolves but Jane is tempted by the erotic devil she meets in the woods and she can't help but to fall prey to his delicious body! But can she find her way back home before the wolf literally eats her alive?
SINFUL LUST is loosely based on the fairy tale, Little Red Riding Cap by the Brothers Grimm. The Grandmother has been removed and so has the gore and has been safely removed and replaced with lust and desire.
Length: Short Story
Genre: Fairy Tale Romantica
Contains graphic depictions of rough sex, language.
EXCERPT:
“I’m going to do bad things to you,” he growled menacingly, flashing his perfectly white teeth in a snarl that curled her toes. Jane’s heart thundered against her chest grinding her rib cage into a fine powder. Her breathing quickened and then stopped as her entire being tensed and quivered.
His eyes were more than just the pale, full moon on a clear winter’s eve, they were more rich than mere melted silver, and they were far more hungry than any starving fiend. They bore a hole straight through her, straight into her screaming soul as he towered over her.
Jane flinched, her legs teetered on the brink of running but where would she go? Thick, green trees blanketed in heavy moss surrounded her on all sides. Bramble and thorns had formed a fence around the clearing and she was light-headed inhaling the musky and earthy scent.
She had nowhere to run. She was lost in the dark forest.
And if she truly wanted an escape, she would have found one. If she wanted to escape…
Jane’s emerald green eyes took in the sight of her feral nightmare. Or was the proper term her feral fantasy?
His long, black tresses curled down his back and chest and shadowed his wicked glare. It looked like silk even as several thick braids beaded with wood and turquois tangled into the soft curls. His hair was wind-swept, like he had been dashing through the forest, leaping over felled logs and hunting his prey.
Perhaps he had been. He had found a succulent morsel.
His skin was bathed in golden light from the sun and accentuated every firm muscle nicely. His round shoulders were striated as if claws had scratched deep into them, as if he was chiseled from stone. Biceps flashed solid veins with every squeeze of his large, rough hands like several snakes coiling just under his skin. He was ready to strike.
Jane licked her lips as her mouth and throat went dry. Fear and longing rushed through her blood as her gaze swallowed him whole. His chest was broad and strong but that is not what had stolen her breath. A tattoo of a black, silver-eyed wolf graced his pecs and his carved abs. With each subtle movement of his torso, the tattoo seemed to snarl and howl. Panting for her. He was hungry.
As always, I have a FREE READ available on my blog! Be sure to check it out!
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