| Author: | Cate Troyer | ISBN: | 1230000018767 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Little Secrets | Publication: | September 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cate Troyer |
| ISBN: | 1230000018767 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Little Secrets |
| Publication: | September 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Bella is a small-town girl, sleeping with the well-endowed but stupid local farm boy when her father returns home with shocking news. She has been traded to a mysterious and hideous lord in return for her father's freedom. She doesn't know what to think or expect, but invisible servants and a continuing question certainly didn't top the list. Will Bella ever be able to answer his question, or will the Beast forever be a creature of darkness?
EXCERPT:
He patted her head lightly. “I went inside and found a fire burning in the fireplace with a pot of tea sitting next to an old moth eaten chair covered in a thick warm blanket. I called out, looking for the owner, but no one appeared, so I sat in the chair, had a cup of tea and dozed off in the warmth and dryness.
“The next thing I remember, I was lifted in the air by a pair of huge, hideous paws and I looked into the feral eyes of a monster who spoke to me. He could use civilized words, but he was not a civilized creature. His skin was heavily coated in wiry fur. His face resembled that of a wolf, ending in a black, wet nose. His teeth, Bella… Oh, his teeth were sharp and yellowed. He roared in my face, his breath fetid and damp.
Bella is a small-town girl, sleeping with the well-endowed but stupid local farm boy when her father returns home with shocking news. She has been traded to a mysterious and hideous lord in return for her father's freedom. She doesn't know what to think or expect, but invisible servants and a continuing question certainly didn't top the list. Will Bella ever be able to answer his question, or will the Beast forever be a creature of darkness?
EXCERPT:
He patted her head lightly. “I went inside and found a fire burning in the fireplace with a pot of tea sitting next to an old moth eaten chair covered in a thick warm blanket. I called out, looking for the owner, but no one appeared, so I sat in the chair, had a cup of tea and dozed off in the warmth and dryness.
“The next thing I remember, I was lifted in the air by a pair of huge, hideous paws and I looked into the feral eyes of a monster who spoke to me. He could use civilized words, but he was not a civilized creature. His skin was heavily coated in wiry fur. His face resembled that of a wolf, ending in a black, wet nose. His teeth, Bella… Oh, his teeth were sharp and yellowed. He roared in my face, his breath fetid and damp.
