A Fairy Tale Romance by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to your blog today with my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘A Fairy Tale Romance’

The story is contemporary, fantasy romance. It’s set along the coast in the sumptuous Mediterranean, and bathed in warmth, which I felt was a fitting venue to contrast with the stark misery of my hero’s predicament.

The story is modelled on old fairy story motifs, where there is a fairy godmother style character, a prince and a princess. I so enjoyed writing this story because Thorn Valmont, my hero, is such a lovely, romantic man and deserves to be freed from the curse that befalls him. This is a sizzler of a story with erotic love scenes and threads of fairy tale mystery as we wonder what has happened to Thorn and how he’ll escape his lonely life.

I wrote the story after seeing lots of photographs of the Mediterranean coast. There were some places where old mansions were built up the cliff sides. The blue ocean and the lovely vegetation sparked my imagination. One particular photo of a semi-ruined palace caught my attention and I wondered who might have lived there. That’s when Thorn Valmont my hero popped into my mind.

When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.

Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.

Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

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Excerpt:

The memory of the young woman’s long slim legs and firm thighs filled his head as he walked home. He imagined caressing her. He would trail his fingertips up the back of her thighs to tease inside the cutoff bottoms of her shorts. It was so long since he’d felt the skin of a woman and yet he could almost conjure up that softness at the top of a thigh where it joined the enticing base of her ass. Thorn sighed sadly and shook his head. He had never come to terms with his lack of sex. Sometimes, after a week or so of ignoring his needs he would masturbate before darkness fell. He always felt better afterwards and told himself to do it more often, to give himself that comfort, but often sadness stole away the notion and he’d drift through his existence until he suddenly realized he needed the release of orgasm.

Thorn knew that he needed it now, before darkness fell. He practically sprinted up the zigzag path to his home, resolved to ease the pain of loneliness that the sight of the lovely young woman had deepened. Inside his bedroom, he closed his eyes and found it easy to picture her mouth, the plump bottom lip, the way her hair tendrils had stroked there, and then he unzipped his jeans.

He paused and thrust away the memory of Grace. He needed quick relief.

Thorn brought to mind one of the last real sexual encounters he’d had with a woman. It was a hot memory and one he’d used before. They’d met at a party, instantly attracted in a superficial sexual way, they agreed to a moonlit tryst in the garden of the big house where the party was being held.

He’d stalked to the girl waiting in a small stand of trees, stripped her quickly, and lifted her to slide with her to the grass. His arm around her bare waist, and a hand cupping her pussy, he’d subconsciously stored away the feel of her wet arousal on his palm and could bring that to mind.

He recalled the words she’d said to him then, as he took his cock in his fist and pumped.

She had said, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want everything, your tongue, your fingers, and your cock in me. I want to suck you until you moan and your cum fills my mouth.”

Thorn groaned as his cock hardened and he whispered the words, “Fuck me.” He pictured licking the girl’s pussy, her legs wide apart as she lay in the grass and his stomach clenched. His orgasm teased at him and he leaned on the edge of the chest of drawers bent over with the urgent need to come as he built a rhythm. He focused on the memory of her nipples between his lips, the way she’d sucked his cock, the taste of her cream on his tongue. Thorn pumped hard and his orgasm suddenly burned through him. As the waves of pleasure coursed in his balls and forced the cum to spurt in warm streaks over the back of his hand, he saw Grace as she’d looked at him on the beach. He saw her green eyes and perfect lips. The picture in his mind added sweetness to the orgasm. He shuddered and groaned.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, Evernight, Siren and Ra Jones Anthology

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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My Internet Penis is Bigger Than Yours

There comes a time and place where’re you have to laugh off the behavior of others. I’m talking about people who use passive aggressive tactics to belittle people because they made fun of their internet penis size.

What is the internet penis? A variety of things, really. For example, your knowledge on a certain subject or tried and true success. You flaunt it and slap it around like a proud parent.

Now imagine that someone pretends to have vast familiarity over a certain topic. They over inflate what they perceive is experience. When they get called on it, they use passive aggressive behavior,  ad hominem attacks, or actually become the dicks of massive proportion to the alleged length of their epeener.

Suffice to say, I am waging a war against those who weave lies and present them as falsehoods. I recently did a piece regarding an indie author bullying another author. I would love to say that peace has been made and the person has admitted their wrong doing.

Butt Hurt Bear SingleNope. Bang goes their imaginary large epeener. Bang goes my head on the desk.

Instead, the person has taken a queue from my post (yeah, you read it, I know) and decided to do a thinly veiled post of anonymity of their own. Except, it isn’t. Why? Because the black and white of it is smack dab there on their blog. I really don’t no what’s worse–their behavior or the toadies following them around with pom poms and no clue.

Have I mentioned the internet is forever? You know, even if you delete something it can still be found? Erasing it from your blog doesn’t mean it didn’t happen and delightful screenshots weren’t taken. Everyone makes mistakes. Your character shows on how you handle them and, dude, your ass is wagging in the wind flatulating.

How about some facts, shall we? You know, facts. Not to be confused with the mad ranting of someone who has delusions of grandeur.

  1. Indie author offers free paperback of self-published 100k+ to bullied author. Expecting a yes to a review even though the bullied author expressed time constraints.
  2. Bullied author gives honest feedback, privately, and offers to help instead of reviewing.
  3. Indie author goes on defamation campaign using personal Facebook page, Twitter, and blog.
  4. This indie author writes a review of bullied author’s book with more than hint of glowering pouty face where they reference one of the pom pom squad’s book AKA plug a supporter gimmick. This review (posted on Goodreads, Amazon, and blog) also contains personal information about the bullied author that is not available anywhere in her author profiles or website.
  5. Indie author writes a blog post stating that bullied author is trying to profit by slandering indie author’s book though evidence (AKA screenshots) prove otherwise. Post disappears.
  6. Bullied author sends requests, privately,  to cease and desist gutterish actions. Uses indie author’s words against them.
  7. Indie author shuts off public access to Facebook page and edits original ‘review’ of bullied author’s book. Still referencing ra-ra club’s book and where the author lives proudly announcing that its on bullied author’s website. The review, as a whole, is later taken down on blog but nowhere else.
  8. Indie author begins to strip all references to his job or place of residence on interwebz.
  9. Indie author removes review on blog but leaves it on Amazon–lowering the original rating twice–and begins vague referencing of bullied author without using her actual name.
  10. Indie author posts again on their blog, claiming falsehoods of the manner of which they were reprimanded for their actions which are a violation of work policies.
  11. Indie authors gives a backhanded apology to bullied author by way of blog post using real name again. Offers insight on how reviews should be conducted.*

On that last starred point? Yeah … because every author out there knows that reviewers only care about characters, setting, plots over grammar issues or gaping plot holes. Maybe in Super Rainbow Unicornland this is the norm.

Keep swinging your invisible gigantic cock but when it comes around to titty slap you, the mirror will show you the truth of who’s fault it is. Meanwhile, your poor behavior is giving indie authors a bad name.

 

 

Best in Category: Naughty Fairytales

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I can’t express how much I appreciate this. Witches & Lycans was up against some stiff competition and to come out on top? Humbling experience for me. :)

When I planned this series of naughty twists, I had the vision of starting it in the 60s and what fairytale would get the once over. I wanted to create the myth of lycans terrorizing a town. Unlike werewolves, lycans aren’t primal when they shift. Their consciousness stays the same. Besides, I’ve done werewolves and wanted to try something new. Obviously it worked because I see people enjoying what I’ve created.

So, again, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I’m still polishing the next two books in the series but I’m hoping to have them submitted to Evernight by the end of the month. Keep reading. :)