Updated: Nov 13, 2022
Part of my Filthy Fairytales Series
BOOK 1 - STOLEN MERMAID
BOOK 2 - WITHIN THE FRAME
BOOK 3 - A SINGLE TASTE
BOOK 4 - THE CERISE CLOAK
BOOK 5 - RED & WRATH (Sequel to The Cerise Cloak)
BOOK 6 - MY KING
BOOK 7 - MY LOVER
The Cerise Cloak:
Red was the color I always avoided.
Because we all knew about the wolves that hunted in the woods. And the biggest one of them all hated the color red.
So I thought I was safe without it, but I wasn't ready for the creature that came calling at Gram's wanting information.
I only wanted to take some bread to grandma. I didn't expect to walk into the middle of a territory war or the price I'd have to pay to keep her safe.
But the price the alpha of the NightHunter Pack wanted was a high one to pay. Especially to protect a man I didn't know and had never met.
But for Grandma...I'd do nearly anything...
Red & Wrath:
I'd made a deal with true evil.
I'd bargained my flesh for the kindest old woman's life.
And he'd pounced on the offer to cruelly ravish me. Bruising my flesh and wounding my spirit.
But I escaped his clutches. Wearing his red cloak.
And my flight through the woods landed me in the care of the most feared creature in these woods...Wrath.
Now the question is, what is he going to do with me?
And what can I get him to do for me...?
He pushed the hood of his rich red cloak back, exposing red-brown hair which flowed back to his collar in thick straight strands. He was handsome, strong and confident. But something about him made me feel very small and vulnerable.
He unlaced his cloak and tossed it back onto Gram's narrow bed. Revealing that his chest was bare beneath it. He wore only the brown breeches and boots. He kicked those off and headed for me. His hand moved purposefully to his side, and he drew a long silver blade from a sheath at his side.
His pace didn't slow until he stood so close before me that I could feel his breath fanning my face. He caught my fists.
At first, I grimaced, thinking he was putting the blade to my neck but instead he gripped it over my fist and moved my hands down to my side.
I found myself flattening my palms against the wall behind me to keep from reaching up to stop him as he caught the neck of my shirt and pulled it from against the hollow of my throat and away from my skin. Putting the blade against it and pushing it down.
Severing the garment with barely a hissing sound.
He paused when it reached the bodice of my brown dress. He pushed slightly harder, and I gasped as I felt the blade tip and caress between my breasts and trace along my skin. Not quite deep enough to cut but certainly enough to scare me. He dragged it down to where my dress became too fitted along my belly, just as my skirts started.