Thank you for having me on your blog today! This is my debut novella so I'm going though ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line a try, and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red's story. Snow White's story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the opportunity to share this with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Blurb:
Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.
Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.
Be warned: bondage, anal play, spanking
Excerpt:
“Do you have a habit of
going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy
voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company
for quite some time, and it's taking its toll.
“I don't have
many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which
leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare
down into her eyes.
“I don't think
that's any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings
my ears. “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is
waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don't return.”
“It'll be a
mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing
across my lips.
The green in
her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”
“Absolutely.
Once they're dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking
clothes. “It'll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there's
a nasty storm brewin' outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out
in, alone and at night. It would be in your best interest to stay here and let
it pass. You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I
pour sincerity into them in hopes she'll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come
sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.”
She darts her
gaze between me and the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her
clothes. But she doesn't.
“And what am I
to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her
breasts together.
I force my eyes
away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well,
I assume you'll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would
take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole
falling into the river and me rescuing you.”
Her eyes widen
as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”
“Perhaps I came
upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.
Fury blazes in
her dark green eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she's
gorgeous when she's feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump
lips with my own.
“How much do
you know?” She leans in, forgetting she's naked as her protective covering
falls away from her breasts.
They stare up
at me from the corner of my eye, but I'm careful not to look at them for fear
she'll cover them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the
room. My fingers ache to rub them.
“How much
should I know. I've never met you before, Rose. You've come into my woods for
the past month, and each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone.
And I'm left to dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to
worry that you'll add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket
on either side of her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just
above her lips.
Quick breaths
puff from her lips as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a
glorious rage, and it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury
between her legs.
“Not unless
you're in league with Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches
closer to mine, the blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate
soft skin of her stomach catches my eyes and I'm unable to look away.
“Hestor?” I
repeat, as it's the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of
her curves.
“Are you not
familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.
“Oh. On the
contrary, I'm quite familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him
out?” My gaze turns back to her.
“Like what you
see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It's yours if
you lead me to him.”
I shake my
head. “You truly must think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I
know that's what you offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the
reward of your body, yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives.
You cannot seduce me in this way.”
“Am I repulsive
to you?” her voice notches up an octave.
“You, Rose Red
are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon.
But I think you should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature
and perhaps we could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.
“What do you
want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes
darken, studying me with intent.
I lean in,
pressing my chest against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons,
as I know you do yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is
that he must be eliminated. No?”
“Your towel
seems to have come lose,” she whispers.
My brow quirks.
“How would you know?” I think she's trying to distract me, but I won't fall for
her games. “Your eyes haven't left mine.”
“Because I'm the one who loosened it.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock,
forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head yells at me to jump back, but the
sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my flesh wipe all logical thought
from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing down, aching to watch her hand
stroke my length. It's the last thing I see before she knocks me cold.
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Author Bio:
Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.
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