| Author: | Danica Slate | ISBN: | 1230000261852 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate | Publication: | August 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Danica Slate |
| ISBN: | 1230000261852 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate |
| Publication: | August 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
In a sensual twist on the Rumpelstiltskin myth, a sexually-frustrated princess is trapped in a tower by her usurping uncle, only to find herself face to face with a short, magical man who claims to have the power to set her free.
But this lustful princess has no interest in guessing games or in giving up her firstborn child. Instead, she demands a more amicable exchange - one that will have them both shouting each others' names late into the night!
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“What can you offer me?” This strange man intrigued her. And the timbre of his cool, measured voice, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked her over, was setting a fire under her skin.
“Your uncle promised you your freedom if you could make golden items, yes?”
She nodded. The man shrugged, tinkling small bells braided into his hair.
“I can do this for you,” he stepped ever closer, “but I ask something in return.” Her eyebrows raised.
“Oh?” her hands lowered, letting her gown drop open again. He looked to he bosom and smiled, then back to her face. She was breathing faster and a blush colored her cheeks.
“When you are queen, I shall have your first-born child.”
She blinked in surprise.
“Don’t be foolish. I shall never be queen, not as long as my uncle reins in my stead.”
“Ah, but he cannot long keep you locked away if you should meet his demands, can he?”
“Perhaps. But what would you do with my firstborn child?”
“That is for me to decide,” the little man cackled.
She considered for a moment. Then she frowned and climbed back onto her bed.
“I had something different in mind,” she growled, as she flipped back her loose hair.
In a sensual twist on the Rumpelstiltskin myth, a sexually-frustrated princess is trapped in a tower by her usurping uncle, only to find herself face to face with a short, magical man who claims to have the power to set her free.
But this lustful princess has no interest in guessing games or in giving up her firstborn child. Instead, she demands a more amicable exchange - one that will have them both shouting each others' names late into the night!
---
“What can you offer me?” This strange man intrigued her. And the timbre of his cool, measured voice, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked her over, was setting a fire under her skin.
“Your uncle promised you your freedom if you could make golden items, yes?”
She nodded. The man shrugged, tinkling small bells braided into his hair.
“I can do this for you,” he stepped ever closer, “but I ask something in return.” Her eyebrows raised.
“Oh?” her hands lowered, letting her gown drop open again. He looked to he bosom and smiled, then back to her face. She was breathing faster and a blush colored her cheeks.
“When you are queen, I shall have your first-born child.”
She blinked in surprise.
“Don’t be foolish. I shall never be queen, not as long as my uncle reins in my stead.”
“Ah, but he cannot long keep you locked away if you should meet his demands, can he?”
“Perhaps. But what would you do with my firstborn child?”
“That is for me to decide,” the little man cackled.
She considered for a moment. Then she frowned and climbed back onto her bed.
“I had something different in mind,” she growled, as she flipped back her loose hair.
