Nothing heats up bedtime like a naughty twist on a classic fairytale. Today my fellow naughty tale weavers and I have a special treat for readers. Want a chance at winning some juicy prizes?
At the bottom of the page, you will find a trivia question of ONE of the Naughty Fairy Tales, sans which one it is, you’ll have to hunt for it. No worries, the answer can be found on Evernight Publishing’s Website or on the blogs of these decadent authors!
But first, how about another teaser from The Wolves of Argonne?
She moaned as she pressed his palms to her swollen breasts. The heat from the touch showed as steamy tendrils rose from the tender stroking. Under her guidance, he massaged the soap over her chest. His ramrod member brushed against her backside, and she arched toward the seeking shaft.
Conall licked at the almost invisible bite mark on her neck. “I can’t, Rosabel.” He shifted away, and she turned to face him as he left the warmth of the tub. She bent down and rinsed the soap off her skin.
Just one more rapturous night with Conall before she gave herself to Ulric was all she craved.
“Why?” Her voice strained.
Conall tied his pants. “Because he will never share you.”
She shivered as he met her gaze. Gone were the golden globes lanced with his desire. Liquid pools of the deepest blue replaced them, the hurt etched on every inch. How could he give up on her so easily? Wrapped in a towel, she trudged to the bedroom to get dressed, holding back her tears of disappointment. He followed like a long shadow. As she settled the corset underneath her breasts, Conall worked the clasps. Dutifully, he prepared her for the meeting with Ulric. Poised on the edge of the bed, she cupped his chin.
“One last kiss, my love, before my heart breaks.”
He climbed on top of her as she fell back. Her mouth opened wide to invite his delving tongue, and she groaned as the warmth of his body melted into her. Far from ready for it to end, she wiped a tear from her cheek when he drew away.
In front of the mirror, she checked over the details of her outfit. Her ample bosom, supported by the bone corset, spilled over the top. The garter cut across the dark curl of her unclothed sex. The snaps held the nylons in place. A bit of them stuck out the boots.
A bell tolled in the house. Three strokes echoing through the halls.
“It’s his summoning.” Conall laid a crimson silk cloak on her shoulders, completing the stunning image of a lady in red.
“I’m ready.” Putting her arm around his broad shoulders, she lifted herself in the cradle of his embrace. Her escort to the clearing. The lover she enjoyed too few times. Soft satin whispered on her skin, and she held the rope that Ulric would tighten against her body. As the baying of the werewolves cried out in the forest, she nuzzled closer to Conall.
“I will always love you, Conall.”
“And I you,” he whispered. “That’s why I have to do this. Forgive me.”
That’s a taste. Want more? Keep reading!
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Where does Scarlet get lost?
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