Pimp My Book: Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin by Annalynne Russo

Welcome to Pimp My Book. Authors helping authors get the word out on the printed word is a great form of kinship among key pounders. A good source of this is guest blogging. Pimp My Book is a series to bring various authors of every kind to my eclectic blog.

Today, we have Annalynne Russo, a fellow author with Evernight and part of the new line Naughty Fairtales. Her newest release, Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin, came out March 2011. She’s come here to give you a little insight on the novel and offer a giveaway. Enjoy!

Evernight Publishing’s Annalynne Russo

featuring Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin

Blurb: Finn Rumpelstiltskin is a wealthy playboy descended from a long line of European royals. A count with boyish good lucks and an infectious smile, he seduces women with the grace and skill of a master swordsman. Until an insignificant one night stand changes his life forever. Horribly disfigured by a spurned lover and her sorceress mother, Finn is forced to learn the meaning of the phrase, Beauty is only skin-deep.

Katarina Krauss is a rare and exquisite jewel. On the cusp of womanhood, the talented weaver must decide whether to save her family from financial ruin, or follow her heart. Thrust into the hands of Aleksander Othman, a ruthless warlord eager to manipulate her gift and steal her virtue, Katarina must spin a heap of straw into a stack of gold.

Will Finn’s magic help Katarina escape Aleksander’s evil clutches? Can he win her heart and reclaim his soul?

“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his strong, athletic build, his erection flush against her thigh. Katarina’s
fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is expected.”

It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything to distract him from his mission to seduce her.

He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his breath. “Very nice. But that’s not the only reason I brought you to my estate,” he said as he cornered her body between the wall and the bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught of his desire. “I need to taste you.”

Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid
arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have any respect for my honor, stop this madness!”

Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment, before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy, swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her
corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat exploded between her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled down the inside of her leg.

“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart, lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d
left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.

Then he stepped away and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open, saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning sunlight.

Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”

Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door.

“Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”

Have we hooked you in? Would you like to enter to win a free eCopy of this naughty fairytale? If so, please enter by posting a comment to this blog post. Don’t forget to leave a way to contact you!

Where can you buy Annalynne Russo?
Evernight Publishing
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One response

  1. Yes, you have me hooked. I want to know if Katrina finally sticks up for herself or if she is a sub to Aleksander’s dom. The only way to find out would to be read the story. Thank you for a great excerpt.


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