28 The Volunteer

17 Plans

25 The Basement

73 Indebted

SNOW IN THE TOWER SUMMARY: I'd been in the tower for far too long. The only thing that had gotten me through it was the memory of a creature I'd seen in the woods once. A creature like me. A memory of the most striking wolf. Those thoughts kept me from the cruel reality of the suffering I endured at the hands of my guards. Only the proposal of the mage that kept me there would grant me my freedom. He wanted the only thing I had left to give. And I was desperate for the taste of freedom. For the chance to see my wolf again... SNOWFALL SUMMARY: Huntsman had sensed me the moment I was out of the tower and the mage, Lukas was no longer hiding my power. Even as I’d escaped, he’d been coming for me. He met me in the bailey and together we left the nightmarish place that had caused me so much torment. But now I face another daunting problem. This creature wants me for his mate. But I’m spoiled now for any male. Especially the one I want most… TEASER: Lukas turned me around and plucked at the laces at the back of my dress, until it slumped forward. He guided them dress down until he crouched at my feet. I stepped from the garment, and he rose to stand above me. Setting his helmet down on my cot. He hovered his hand out above the bedding and it was replaced with fluffy, immaculate white sheets and coverlet. Looking incredibly inviting in their cleanliness. Standing before me he reached to unwind bits of my hair that held a loose braid. Untethering it and pulling the thick pieces free to fall in fat waves over my narrow shoulders. He trailed his two fingers along the upper swells of my pert little breasts. Following the curve around near my armpits and to the upper lines of my ribcage before drawing them together in my cleavage. The gentle touch nearly brought tears to my eyes, after so many rough instances of groping. He trailed that same fingertip along the side of my jaw and down the line of my throat to the defined bones of my collar. “So, beautiful…” He murmured thoughtfully. “Won’t Huntsman be sad.” I frowned. Huntsman? I didn’t want to call him out on the slip of the tongue, for fear he’d be more careful as the night wore on. He tugged his chainmail over his head and followed his tunic. Setting it all in a stack near my cot. He had muscled white shoulders tapering to a narrow, flat abdomen. His blonde hair disheveled from the helmet he so often wore. “Lay down for me, Snow.” I did. Lying flat on my cot and looking up at him a bit anxiously. He chuckled. “No.” He caught my legs and twisted me until I was brought against the edge of the cot. My shoulder blades resting along the stone wall. He knelt between my knees and slowly lifted himself from his breeches. Watching me for any hint of reservations. I had none. I want the chance of freedom. And a part of me hoped that if he was watching so carefully for some hint that I’d back out then he intended to honor our agreement. I hope. I didn’t dare consider the possibility that this would all be for naught.

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 SUMMARY: 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...? TEASER: 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.

SUMMARY: Who knew bathing in that pool could be so dangerous? Who knew that the fey king himself would come to collect me? Well, despite whether I should or shouldn't have known I'd end up in his castle. My choice now comes down to whether or not I'll have a single taste of the banquet laid out before me. Or the man looking at me so invitingly? TEASER: "What is all this?" I asked. "It is the sweetest food you'll ever taste. The most satisfying meats you can imagine. The ripest fruits to ever cross your lips. If you don't take a bite, you'll regret it for the entirety of your life...If you do..." His voice dropped meaningfully. "Then you stay with me, forever." "I have someone back in the city." I said slowly. Trying to rip my gaze from the food and blinking hard to resist staring at it. My hand was lifting without conscious thoughts to reach for a pastry. I had to push it aside with my other to stop myself. What's happening. "Is this fey magic?" "Call it fey magic. Call it human temptation. Whatever you wish to define it as, it's the same thing." His low, rumbling voice, sent goosebumps coursing over my flesh. Making me shiver as his merest touch brushed along my skin.