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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.

********** The Wrong One is part of my erotic Dark Histories One Shot Series. ********** SUMMARY: He went to the ball hunting. So did she. But one of them has picked the very wrong one... What seems like a simple one shot becomes alot more complicated when one is playing with beings outside of humanity. TEASER: "What are you after tonight, Sweet Thing?" I asked her. "What would you like me to be?" She crooned in a soft alluring voice. Dizzying my senses. I caught her waist and drug her against me, so our bodies were molded together. "I'd give you anything you asked for." "Anything?" She lifted a fine brown brow. "Are you so certain of that?" "Absolutely." "Rather bold of you." "Bold of me?" I straightened. Looking down my nose at the tiny thing. "You're the gorgeous scrap of a thing who dares be alone unchaperoned in a dark Parlor with a man you barely know." "Perhaps." She smiled softly before dragging her arms down my chest and stepping back to walk behind the settee. Dragging a finger along the seam on the top. How is her every movement so seductive? I was duly entranced. "Have you heard of women who victimize men." "No. But I'd dearly like to..." I smiled. My lips quirking in what I'd been told was a rather roguish half-smile. She could certainly victimize me. "There are such things, you know. Lore about women that can steal the beating hearts of men." "Well, you're certainly working on mine."

07 The Stag

SUMMARY: I, Zierno the famed assassin, am hunting the mythical Mist Mare. My king, my friend, has promised me command of his guard if I gift her to him. I never fail a mission. The beast will belong to the King of the Netherlands, one way or the other. It’s deeply amazing how much can go wrong in a single day. From capturing the rare creature for my liege, to it nearly making off with my king. Now I’m on his short list of enemies. During my mad flight from the castle, I thought to save an injured woman. I couldn’t have been more wrong. What I have now is a sack full of problems. This pretty red-eyed woman, being the largest. She looks like a sweet creature one moment. Then the next, a bloodthirsty demon. And truthfully, I’m terrified. I’ve never seen anything like her. “Chain me to the wall” She says. Normally I’d think that might make for an interesting afternoon. Now I’m thinking I’d rather be anywhere but where she can shriek at me when she has one of her ‘spells.’ “Go talk to the sorcerer.” She orders. As though I should know who he is. “I need your help.” She says, as though I’m intended to be some great savior. I’m a killer not a saint. Meanwhile, I’ve gotten word that the King has sent out an army to hunt me down and drag me back to face the consequences of a potential assassination. One which I did not intend! So my plan right now…Is essentially just to stay alive. TEASER: King Eben frowned and stopped, the guards around him stopping as well to watch Zier approach. Zierno was oblivious to them. His cloak wrapped around the small shape he carried. He was focused on his task. Eben’s sharp eye caught droplets of blood falling down Zierno’s pant leg from who he carried. Where was his Kelpie head? Glowering he watched Zierno until he finally looked up and saw them. Zierno stopped abruptly meeting the king’s unwavering look. His eyes darkened with guilt. Eben stood with a question on his lips. Opening his mouth to speak he was shocked into silence when the creature in Zierno’s arms lifted her head to look at him. Eben stared mesmerized at the petite woman in Zierno’s arms. Fascinatingly huge brown eyes watched him, expressionless. Her face was small and oval dominated by the wide eyes and a full lush mouth. Her small nose was perfectly formed and delicately upturned. High cheekbones drew down to that mouth, causing a an aggressive stirring inside Eben. As she leaned up the cloak had slipped down, exposing perfect white shoulders with arching collarbones. The shadow of cleavage and the rising mounds of her upper breasts rose over the cloth. Eben’s eyes traveled over her hungrily. Glancing around him he saw that his guards were equally as affected. Suddenly furious he turned on Zierno. “Give her to me.”

SUMMARY: She escaped me once. She'd not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a princess on a throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. She seduced me and then bid me do whatever she commanded. But before that, I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. It's high time she learn a she-wolf's place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord that has designs on her. It's going to be me. She'll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine. TEASER: I looked over my pale shoulder and through the strands of my straight blonde hair, watching the silvery wolf emerge from the trees so close behind me. Loping through the grass. I forced my legs to go faster. Carrying me at a nearly inhuman pace that should’ve lent a clue as to what I really was. If anyone knew anything. I was counting on the fact that they were simple humans who did not. Most wolves abhorred the company of humans. Knowing they were more powerful, faster and more animalistic, they tended to keep their distance. Which also keeps them from hunting us as zealously as the mages do. The wolf behind me was cutting the distance. Heading for me. He leapt and his teeth barely missed strands of my knee length hair as he tried to catch it without taking out my legs entirely. Trying not to hurt me at least. I could appreciate that. He could’ve torn my leg out from under me and injured me. But he wants me for a mate. And doesn’t want me broken. At least not until he’s done with me. I thought bitterly. Marta’s voice echoing in my ears. “He’ll break you girl. Like a beaten, pup.”