Showing posts with label fairy tales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairy tales. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

What if the wolf is the only one who can save her? ... #Spanking #Werewolf #PNR #FairyTale @bravesierra

Scarlett and the Big Bad cover

Blurb

Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf?

Promised power and position, Scarlett Capuche left her tiny village to join the prestigious Order of the Phoenix.

Brooding alpha Monty Blackwolf never wanted a mate, especially not a human raised on a hidden farm for blood-ritual sacrifice. But his werewolf's heightened sense of smell drew him to Scarlett's sweet fragrance from miles away.

Duty-bound to protect her, he will break her of her religious devotion to the magical terrorist group responsible for the murders of his parents and older brother, even if he has to put her over his knee and turn her bottom as red as her hair.

She belongs to him now, and he will claim all of her despite his affliction with a unique, third shifter-form he doesn't fully understand and isn't able to control.

Will Monty save Scarlett, or will he prove more dangerous to her than anyone else?

Author's Note: If you're offended by steamy fairytale retellings with graphic language, explicit put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, elements of power exchange, and domestic discipline, you might want to look for a different book.

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Excerpt

As she relaxed against him, his heart drummed against her back, the beat syncing with hers. The lump in her throat dissolved as her chest rose and fell with his.

She stared at the ceiling. The lights appeared to blur as she mewed and groaned. His hands, big and rough, worshiped her skin, every inch touched, washed, tenderly explored but never exploited. After a while, Scarlett blinked and stretched, realizing the naked girl staring at her was her reflection. Monty patted her dry as she sat on the edge of the tub.

What happened?” Her heart pounded as confusion nipped at her brain.

Standing with only a towel wrapped around his hips, his six firm abdominals close to her eye level, he shrugged. “We had a bath. I think you might have dozed off a little. It’s been a long day.”

She tapped her finger against her lip as he hung up the wet towels before grabbing a fresh one. She most certainly had not been asleep. Now back in her right mind, she remembered every slight movement of his hand, every turn of his fingertips, the coiling in her stomach as the tantalizing sensations coaxed forth primal feelings she’d never imagined she’d possessed. She recalled breathing in his scent so deeply she could taste it even as they laved the fragrance away, and she had fantasized about him manhandling her, forcing her legs open and entering her even though he had not.

About Sierra


Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of heart-pounding, blush-inducing romance with put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. She enjoys writing about a variety of gorgeous alpha males who can't resist head-strong heroines. Curvy girls have a special place in her heart and often grace the pages of her books. Tales of shifters, cowboys, twisted fairy tales, space pirates, Amazon warriors, and vampires capture her imagination as do tempting spanking and ménage scenarios, but she also engages in more down-to-earth themes such as office romance. You'll find lots of unique characters and humor in all of her stories.

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Monday, November 27, 2017

Rush Hour Comes to The Road Less Traveled - #scifi #lesfic #giveaway



By Sacchi Green

I wonder sometimes whether I switched from science fiction and fantasy to erotica just because the competition looked sparser way back then, making my chances of selling my stories seemed better. Or was it mostly because I really wanted to write about sex? Most of my speculative fiction stories had more or less subtle sexual subtexts.

Discovering back then that I got paid more for the erotica was a factor, too. I’ve never exactly given up on writing sf/f, especially fantasy, but my writing time and focus have been spent almost entirely on erotica, especially lesbian erotica, for the last eighteen years. From that perspective I can say that erotica is no longer the road less traveled, no longer pays more, and in spite of its many talented writers gets even less respect than genres like science fiction and fantasy. Much less.

In the science fiction community there has always been grumbling about readers and critics who insist that sf/f is all rocketships and/or elves, so if they like a book, it must not be sf/f after all, however science fictional its theme may be. With erotica, readers—or rather non-readers of the genre—dismiss anything categorized that way with terms like Plot-What-Plot. I was going to say they use cruder terms, but those seem usually to be assumed to go without saying. If they accidentally read some well-written sexually-driven stories with fully-developed characters and intriguing story arcs, well, those are exceptions, not really what erotica is like.

Okay, I’m ranting here, based on what I’ve seen and read and heard readers say, the kinds of readers who actually buy books. I’m probably overstating the situation. But recently I’ve been wondering whether having my stories and anthologies tagged as erotica is preventing them from being read by people who might actually enjoy them in spite of sex scenes, or who might notice that sexual interactions can be as revealing of character as any other encounters. On the other hand, not including the term “erotica” in their titles would make it even harder for them to attract any attention at all, and I draw the line at calling them “erotic romance,” even though some of the stories could qualify for that description.

This train of thought has been triggered by my anthology that came out last May, Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms; Erotic Lesbian Fairy Tales. I had wanted for years to edit a book with this theme, and finally succeeded in persuading my major publisher that it was good idea. The contributors to the anthology are outstanding writers, with stories equal or superior to what might be found in a high-profile fantasy anthology, with the added advantage (or disadvantage) of including sex as a driving force of the plots. It’s doing pretty well, but I have a feeling that it would get more of the attention it deserves if “Erotic” hadn’t been included in the title.

I had the odd experience lately of being on a committee to reassess the descriptions of categories in an organization’s awards program, and being told that they had a very hard time getting judges for the erotica category. Nobody wanted to read it. That didn’t really surprise me, but I was startled to see that their current description for erotica pretty much went along with the “Plot-What-Plot” line of thought, and my books wouldn’t seem to qualify, although I’ve won an award there four times already. No, this isn’t the biggest award-giving organization, but still notable in lesbian fiction. So maybe my anthologies aren’t erotica after all, but so far I’ve been able to get away with it, and no reviewers, at least, have ever complained about not enough erotic content in them. 

In the case of my fairy tale anthology (which does not, as it happens, include any traditional fairies) I suppose I just want, undeservedly, to have it both ways, fantasy and erotica. I was a fan of speculative fiction as a teenager, and always thought that someday I’d be writing in that field. That “someday” came relatively late in life, on a relatively low level, but at the time there was a burgeoning of markets for sf/f short stories, with new small presses and magazines springing up, and I managed to get a fairly respectable amount of my work published. But there were more and more aspiring writers, too, in those days when the use of computers and word programs was becoming widespread.

Yes, I wrote my first few manuscripts on a lowly typewriter, and had to submit them by land mail, along with stamped self-addressed envelopes if I wanted them returned, or stamped self-addressed postcards if I just wanted notices of acceptance or rejection. All of this uphill in six feet of snow, or so it seemed. On an increasingly crowded road. (Oh, wait, then the snow would be packed down. Bad metaphor. Never mind.)

But then I discovered erotica. I didn’t intend to abandon sf/f, just to dabble in this other genre that didn’t seem as crowded, and did seem to have room for a writer who’d already learned the principles of writing actual stories instead of slapdash vignettes. I came across a call for submissions for a newish series called Best Lesbian Erotica, thought I’d give it a try, and had an actual phone call from the editor accepting my story and saying how “different” it was from anything else she’d seen. I’d been right about sf/f being good training for erotica. I might try more of this type of thing!


In fact, erotica seduced me. Seventeen years later I found myself editing the 20th anniversary edition of Best Lesbian Erotica, after editing fifteen different anthologies, only two of them sf/f. Now my second BLE (now titled Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year Volume 2) has just come out, and I’m reading submissions for a third. The world of publishing has changed cataclysmically, though, and for various reasons the erotica field has been flooded with so many books and stories of varying length, quality, cover images (generally lurid) and prices (generally cheap) that what I’d consider the really good ones have hard time getting seen. Writing erotica is now far from being a road less traveled, making it harder for any individual work to get anywhere. Then, of course, there’s the whole pirating situation, but I won’t get into that quagmire here.

Instead, let’s get back to my beloved erotic fairy tale book. Instead of excerpts from the stories, I’ll share my introduction, as a more compact way to give you an overall impression. At least I hope so.

Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms: Introduction

How often have you tried to envision “he” as “she” when you’re reading fairy tales? Those flights of imagination can sweep you up into worlds of magic and sensual delights—or would, if only so many heroes winning the day (and, of course, the girl) didn’t get in the way. Do you long for heroines who win each other?

I do, so in this anthology I wanted erotic romance and wild adventure with women who use their wits and/or weapons and come together in a blaze of passion. These wonderful writers gave me all I hoped for, and even more. Some adapted traditional tales, and some updated old stories to contemporary times, not merely changing the gender of a character but making the female aspect essential. Some created original plots with a fairy tale sensibility, while some wrote with merely a subtle aura of fantasy. Their heroines are witches, princesses, brave, resourceful women of all walks of life, and even a troll and a dryad. There are curses and spells, battles and intrigue, elements of magic and explorations of universal themes, and, yes, sex, sensuality and true love, all bound skillfully together into complex and many-layered stories.

Royalty or a miller’s daughter, a woman warrior passing as a man, a sorceress in flowing robes, even a window inspector dangling in harness on a high-rise building—who better to rescue a long-haired captive in a tower?—all of them are made so real that you long to touch them, and be touched. The relationships are intense, sometimes quick to ignite, sometimes all the hotter for restraint that flares at last into a fierce blaze.

In all my years of editing anthologies, I’ve never read so many submissions that were beautifully written and just what I’d asked for. And I’ve never had so much trouble choosing which to use to fill the finite space in this book. I can only hope that readers will get as much pleasure from these stories as I did, and that Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms turns out to be, to quote a certain beloved film with a unique take on fantasy traditions, exactly, “As you wish.”

Sacchi Green
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Note: I don’t know how long it will last, or who decides these things, but right now there’s a temporary sale on the ebook version of this anthology, so on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc., you can get it for $1.99.

Also, I’ll give away an ebook copy in Mobi, Epub, or PDF to a name drawn at random from the comments on this post.


Sacchi Green (sacchi-green.blogspot.com, www.facebook.com/sacchi.green) is a Lambda Awardwinning writer and editor of erotica and other stimulating genres. Her stories have appeared in scores of publications, including eight volumes of Best Lesbian Erotica, four of Best Womens Erotica, and four of Best Lesbian Romance. In recent years shes taken to wielding the editorial whip, editing fourteen lesbian erotica anthologies, most recently Wild Girls, Wild Nights, Me and My Boi, Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year 20th Anniversary Edition, Witches, Princesses and Women at Arm, and Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year Volume 2, most of them from Cleis Press. Sacchi lives in the Five College area of western Massachusetts and makes occasional forays into the real world, usually for readings in places like NYC. She also posts on alternate Mondays on Oh Get a Grip, a group website for ten erotica writers with plenty to say. http://ohgetagrip.blogspot.com

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Review Tuesday: Before She Wakes by Sharon Lynn Fishe (#fairytale #erotica #review)



Before She Wakes by Sharon Lynn Fisher
Penguin Random House, 2016

As I noted in my review last week, fairy tales provide fertile ground for exploring erotic themes. Before She Wakes by Sharon Lynn Fisher collects six original fantasy stories that might fit very well with some of Grimm’s offerings.

In “The Dragonmaid’s Secret”, a young woman born and bred to defend her Provence village along with her Persian dragon Aurora is seduced by a stranger and discovers that, like he, she’s a dragon shifter.

Raven Takes a Pearl” introduces an enigmatic being, half human and half bird, who occupies a castle overlooking a blasted land. When village woman Pearl confronts him in an attempt to retrieve a stolen keepsake, she finds he wants to possess her, too.

The Garden Rules” begins in the contemporary world, but the protagonist is soon swept into an alternative reality where carnality reigns supreme. She must abandon the rules by which she has ordered her life as she abandons her body to lust.

The Kelpie’s Prize” is a steam punk delight in which the wizard Merlin’s nemesis Viviane has been reincarnated as a Victorian folklorist.

Willa and the Wisp”, my favorite tale in the collection, unfolds in the New Bayou, a vast swamp that covers the flooded ruins of New Orleans. The bayou is haunted by dire and magical creatures. Willa, a human who makes her living ferrying people around the swamp in her boat, must defeat, or at least come to terms, with the bayou’s magic in order to survive.

The final tale, “The Dragonfly Prince”, offers the classic fairy tale scenario of a beautiful, unfortunate woman forced to marry a monster. In Ms. Fisher’s story, the match turns out to be less traumatic than in many versions of this legend.

Overall, I enjoyed Before She Wakes. Ms. Fisher’s stories benefit from both her vivid imagination and her gorgeous prose. Each one has a distinctive atmosphere, though all partake of some fairy tale quality. Her protagonists (all female) tend to be clever and brave, but highly susceptible to the lures of the flesh—especially when that flesh belongs to beings who are not quite human. Many of the stories include moody, intensely erotic scenes with a kinky edge.

Unfortunately, some of the stories suffer from what I can only call gratuitous sex.

You may wonder what I’m talking about. After all, this is a book labeled as erotica. Why should I object to the sex?

I don’t object to sex that fits the story and the mood. Unfortunately, the author tends to throw in sexual activities that seem inconsistent with the characters and which do not advance the plot. “The Dragonmaid’s Secret” is perhaps the worst offender in this regard. Early in the story, the Celtic dragon Roark takes Isabeau as his lover and awakens her to her true identity. The erotic scenes between these two are glorious, ecstatic, overwhelming. Then Roark brings his mate to the court of Louis the Fourteenth. All at once she’s playing sex games with a couple of Louis’ mistresses. The dragonmaid of earlier in the story would never have done this. Nor would she have dallied with the king himself, as she does in a later scene. For me, these extra sex scenes reduced rather than enhanced the eroticism of the tale. I almost felt as though the author had gotten instructions from her editor or publisher, to “sex it up” and “make it kinky”.

The Dragonfly Prince” has a similar problem. The erotic interactions between Rowan and her transgenic bridegroom Dayne sizzle, but for some reason the author felt impelled to turn the story into a ménage—a threesome involving Rowan’s step-brother, of all people. This didn’t work in the context of the story at all (in my opinion). It felt contrived, even exploitative. “Step-brother stories are hot”, someone might have counseled. “Better include one in the book.”

There’s a non-trivial amount of BDSM-like activity in the book. As with the example above, in some cases it felt artificial rather than integral to the story. “Raven Takes a Pearl” was an exception. Pearl trusts Raven enough to offer him her life. That sort of trust lies at the heart of BDSM.

Perhaps I am being unfair. It may be that the sexual activities I’ve labeled “gratuitous” truly reflect the author’s fantasies rather than being additions calculated to increase the heat quotient of the book. Possibly other readers would not find them so jarring or incongruous. Alas, for me, they somewhat spoiled what would have otherwise been a haunting and beautiful book.

(I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.)

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Review Tuesday: Like a Thorn (#bdsm #fairytale #anthology @CircletPress)


 
Like a Thorn: BDSM Fairy Tales
Edited by Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels
Circlet Press, 2009 

The term "fairy tale ending" has come to signify a happily-ever-after resolution in which the protagonists' dreams are fulfilled. The original versions of classic fairy tales, however, did not necessarily offer such perfect conclusions. Today's kids have grown up with Disney-fied interpretations of Cinderella, Snow White, the Little Mermaid, and Hansel and Gretel, light and airy, where even the villains sing. The stories offered by the Brothers Grimm, on the other hand, were, in fact, frequently--grim. Blood, pain, terror, curses, and above all, ambiguity, characterized these tales, which derived from the ancestral memories of villagers in the gloomy forests of old Europe. The prince might succeed in his quest, but something was always lost on the journey. The heroine might not waken from her hundred year sleep.

In Like a Thorn, editors Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels try to tap into the darkness at the heart of many fairy tales. In these stories, the "darkness" results from the more or less perverse desires of the characters. I'm not entirely happy with the equation between BDSM and darkness, but the five authors represented in this book all succeed in integrating a storyline of dominance and submission into the plot of familiar fairy stories. Sometimes the result is a clever romp, an old classic with a naughty twist. In a few cases, the stories cut deeper, exposing desires as twisted as the thorn bushes that overran the walls of Sleeping Beauty's castle.

The most exquisite and disturbing tale in the collection is Shanna Germain's "Skin Deep", a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. In this version, Belle is as gorgeous as required but is also a cruel sadist who delights in torturing the gentle, refined Beast. Despite himself, the Beast hungers for her torments, although she repeatedly taunts him, threatening to leave him to the nice young girl who will eventually fall into his clutches and turn him into a pretty, bland, boring Prince.


They say I went willingly, and that part is true. It wasn’t for the rose, or even for the beast though―after all, I hadn’t met him yet. Would I have gone if I’d known what awaited me? Oh yes. Oh yes.

But I went for the stem, the thorns. Strong as a lash, sharp as claws. I bent the long stem of it over and over in my hands, closed my palms on their curved points until they pierced my flesh.

Oh, yes, I went willingly. Wantingly. Wantonly. A thorn in each hand.

Another clouded and moving story is "The Last Mistress of the Chatelaine", a BDSM version of Bluebeard by Kieran Wyn Dewhurst. A plain village maiden is sent to wed a rich nobleman, his seventh wife in as many years. Sophie is not much to look at, but she is clever and bold, by her own admission. She falls in love with her gruff, mostly absent husband and manages to resist the temptation to open the forbidden door that has been the downfall of her predecessors. Then she gives her lord the punishment he craves and allows him to expiate his guilt.


It is a strange thing to look down upon a wretch, a murderer, a drunkard, a heretic, and feel sympathy... yet I do. I do not understand what has taken place here, only that it is certainly not of God’s doing; but to be prevented from confession, from taking Communion, from grace itself does not seem holy to me either.

So vulnerable now, my proud Lord, on his knees in horseshit and straw. I am keenly aware of his need for atonement, and also of my own dark delight at his suffering, both for it and for want of it.

I kneel to face him, pushing the acrid bowl to the side, and place my hands over his.

Husband. Look at me.”

He lifts his heavy head. I do not see a monster. I see a once-strong man burdened by his own sins, as are all humans. How cruel to make him carry them, unlightened, through his lifetime! His eyes plead with me, wet and aching, for release. My fingers tighten over his; I am filled with resolve, compassion, power... and something less noble.

I will give him what he needs. I will take what I want.

The other three stories in the anthology offer somewhat lighter fare. The brightest is "The Princess and the Peony" by Mercy Loomis. Ms Loomis gives us a princess in thrall to her dominant ladies maid, who has hatched a plot to marry her to a gay prince. In "Cinder Feet", by Mari Ness, Cinderella is the devoted slave of her ravishing step-mother, who allows her to dance at the ball but calls her home by midnight. Cinderella rebels and marries the prince who comes to woo her, only to regret the decision for the rest of her days. Sunny Moraine's "That Wicked Witchcraft" turns Hansel and Gretel into Han and Greta, teen-aged drifters who are caught stealing the witch's stereo. Circe the witch lures them into some pervy sexual adventures, and invites them to stay with her in her house in the woods. Greta , though tempted, declines--but her relationship to the formerly uncomplicated Hans has changed forever.

The stories in this collection more or less fulfill the promise of the introduction. They are original, well-crafted, and varied. All are laced with at least a bit of darkness. My biggest criticism of this collection is that it is too short. This is the second Circlet mini-anthology that I've read, and I gather that the publisher has released a number of others in the same format, with just five or six tales, under one hundred pages. Perhaps shorter works sell better in the e-publishing domain. I don't mind reading a novella at that length. However, I prefer anthologies that offer a wider range of authors, topics and tones. Like a Thorn succeeds in its objectives, but it was over far too quickly. If Circlet can assemble five stories of this quality on this fascinating theme, I suspect that they could have managed ten, fifteen or twenty just as easily. That would have left me far more satisfied.
 

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Review Tuesday: Fairy Tale Lust (#erotica #reviewtuesday #fairytale @kristinawright)

Fairy Tale Lust: Erotic Fantasies for Women
Edited by Kristina Wright
Cleis Press, 2010
978-1-57344-397-5

Once upon a time, a lovely author of sexy stories put out a call for erotic fairly tales. She worried whether anyone would take up her challenge. After all, there had been many X-rated retellings of Cinderella, Rumplestiltskin and Rapunzel in the past. Perhaps the well of inspiration had run dry.

Fortunately for connoisseurs of erotic fiction, her fears were unfounded. Fairy Tale Lust is a treasure chest of delights, each tale a unique gem. There are really no boring or poorly written stories in this anthology, which is a marvel in itself. From Shanna Germain's lyrical and haunting “Her Hair is a Net, Woven” to Jeremy Edward's hilarious “Gildi and the Unwieldy, Ineffectual Committee of Bears”, each story offers a different voice and a different vision. Some, like Andrea Dale's “How the Mermaid Got Her Tail Back” or Louisa Harte's “Ellie and the Shoemaker”, offer contemporary settings and modern characters. Others, such as “Three Times” by Justine Elyot and “The Pub Owner's Daughter” by Alegra Verde, unfold in the traditional fairy tale world of Germanic villages and royal castles, populated by canny maids and brave lads out to make their fortunes (and get off along the way).

Some of the stories particularly stand out for their originality. In Craig Sorensen's “Ducking”, a modern-day ugly duckling discovers that sexiness starts from within. I was impressed that a male could write such an accurate account of feminine self-doubt. “Sleep Tight”, by Janine Ashbless, offers a visceral first person account by the hapless landscaper penetrating Sleeping Beauty's palisade of thorns. The final twist is shocking and yet, in retrospect, feels inevitable. Kristina Wright's own contribution, “In the Dark Woods” explores the transforming power of obsessive, forbidden desire. It is less of a fairy story than many of the tales in this volume, though it hums with dark magic. “Gingerbread Man” by Carol Hassler, is almost a horror story, despite its eventual happy ending.

Traditional fairy tales did not always end well. While most of the stories in this collection conclude with the characters well-matched and well-fucked, the conclusions in Janine Ashbless', Kristina Wright's and Shanna Germain's contributions are all threaded with darkness. Alana Noël Voth's “Big Bad Wolf (An Excerpt)” foreshadows pain and loss as well as pleasure. And Charlotte Stein's haunting and erotic “The Return” brims with anxiety, despite the heroine's delirious satisfaction with her new lover:

Of course Roland never spoke about him at all. Families like his don't talk about bad eggs, who do things like steal and murder and inveigle their way into your secret heart, the secret heart that wants dark instead of light, danger instead of boredom.”

All in all, Fairy Tale Lust is an exceptional collection. My one complaint is the ridiculous subtitle: Erotic Fantasies for Women”. There's nothing at all in this book that particularly qualifies it as “women's fiction”. In fact, a woman reader looking for “safe” erotica might find some of the tales in this book rather alarming.

So I'd recommend that you just ignore this clumsy marketing attempt. Get yourself a copy of Fairy Tale Lust and read happily ever after.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Kinky Fairy Tales and Nursery Rhymes

By Bianca Sommerland (Guest Author)

Too easy. You might have noticed, a lot of erotic authors use fairy tales for inspiration because many have built in sensuality. I had to do something on Snow White because my muse told me it was begging to be a ménage. And that’s how Rosemary Entwined was born.

But what other fairy tales could easily be kinky? Well, I saved that question for my guest post on Lisabet’s blog (as a special thank you) since she gave me the idea.

You did say no heat limits, right?

Beauty and The Beast (BDSM)

Crumpled rose petals settled in the dirt around her slippers. Beads of moisture gathered on her neck from his hot breath as he leaned over her.

Don’t look at me like that. Your father sinned, not I.” His eyes, dark as rain soaked bark, narrowed when she shook her head. “You surrendered yourself to me willingly to spare him.”

Tears spilled as Belle stared at the metal trellis in the center of the rose garden, with chains woven through it like vines and four shackles wrapped in silk and fur dyed the color of the blossoms. Her gaze dropped to her feet and she shivered, imagining those chains around her wrists and ankles, displaying her, naked and helpless before this...this...Monster.

You can’t mean for me to...”

Oh, I can.” He tilted her head back and studied her for a moment. Lips curved, he trapped her wrists in one, big hand. “But do not fear for your innocence. I would not take it from you with this animal form.” He drew her hands over her head, shackling one wrist, then the other. “But watching you writhe and enjoy the pleasure none other can give you...” His smile full of fangs seemed almost tender. “Perhaps that will be payment enough.”

Belle gritted her teeth as he crouched to shackle her ankles, tightening the chains so her legs were pulled apart. “You could never please me.”

The beast smacked her thigh. “You will not speak.” He smirked when she tugged at her restraints, hips jerking towards him and away as she fought her own reactions. The sweet essence of her arousal filled the air between them. Beast inhaled deep and straightened. “Unless the pain becomes too much or you are truly afraid. Then you may say ‘Rose’ and I will stop. Do you understand?”

No words came to her, so she simply nodded. And took the punishment, screaming and crying when the strike of the paddles or whips teetered on the edge between pain and pleasure.

But she never said ‘Rose’.

*

Now let’s try another.

Cinderella (foot fetish)

The glass slipper covered her toes and her sweet little heel like crystal moulded to display the perfection of her dainty, little foot. He had to take it off. He’d wanted to ever since his first glimpse of one bare when she’d lost her slipper after the ball.

Beneath them, the wagon wheels creaked and thumped on the craggy road. Cinderella reclined on the gold brocade, padded seats and crossed her ankles. His eyes leapt from her feet to her face. Her brow creased and he forced a smile to his lips.

It wouldn’t do for his new princess to think him odd.

His heart flipped and flopped up into his throat when she kicked off the slipper and wiggled her toes. The sight had him staring. He couldn’t help it.

I’ve never had a man look beyond my breasts or my ass like that.”

The prince tore his eyes from where they caressed her sleek arc, his mouth watering. “Does it bother you?”

Not at all.” She rested her foot on her knee and flexed it, gaze fixed on his crotch as his rock hard dick stirred. “Would you like to touch?”

Oh, yes.” His hands covered her foot, massaging that flesh, so soft in places, textured and rough in others. He traced each delicate bone with his fingers in an attempt to cast the wondrous image to memory.

She twisted her ankle and freed her foot.

No, not long enough!

That was...all right.” A half smile on her lips, Cinderella braced on her elbows and swung her foot under his chin. “Now how ‘bout you do that again. With your tongue.”

He groaned and caught her big toe with his mouth. His tongue circled the plump end and he sucked his way up and down. Then he released it with a plop and grinned.

Have I told you how much I love you?”

*

Well that was just tons of fun. Fairy tales are kinky in the most wonderful way. All it takes is a bit of imagination.

Hope you have some fun with your bedtime story tonight.

Blurb: Rosemary Entwined

One kiss might save her, but if Rosemary has to lose even one of her men, she doesn’t want a prince.

The only role of Rosemary's nest of men is to feed her insatiable hunger for lust, but that's not what she wants for them. Or what they want from her. While Rosemary presses for them to live their own lives, they each find ways to steal into her heart. With the threat of her mother's nest hanging over them, Rosemary decides to surrender to the love they offer and focus on building their combined strength to stand against the inevitable attacks.

When her control over her powers slips, another problem arises. The nest is incomplete. A prince must be chosen, and if he is not among her men, she'll be forced to let one of them go.

She once feared her heart wasn't big enough to hold them all. Now she fears she's not strong enough to release even one. Even if it costs her her life.

Bio:

Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.

Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds. She is currently working on a risqué new ménage novel called EMBRACING EVIL. You can find her at http://imnoangelauthorsblog.wordpress.com/