🔥NSFW🔥...All the better to eat you with, my dear.
Jun 02, 2022 1:11 am
“Red, I have something I need to tell you. I have this… well sort of an… enchantment? On me, I mean.” Hunter looked at me anxiously.
“What, like a kind of curse?” I hoped it didn’t involve not wanting sex.
All the better to eat you with, my dear…
Another day, another boring trip to grandma’s cottage.
Boring, that is, until I stumble across a giant of a man who puts me over his knee and turns my bottom as red as my cloak. And that, somehow, isn’t even the strangest part of my day.
No, that honor is reserved for the discovery that my boring little old grandmother is actually a witch—and so am I. Oh, and the love of my life is more than just a woodcutter. Through him, I discover a magical world full of wonder and unparalleled pleasure.
But danger lurks in this new world, as well, just waiting for me to make a mistake that could cost me the love I’ve only just found…
“I can’t believe this. It seems too wonderful to be true.”
“Oh trust me, Little Red. It’s true. And you will be the next breeder of werewolves.”
Excerpt:
“Ouch!” The sting was overwhelming. I tried to get loose, but he held me tighter, his big heavy hand swatting harder. Each slap was really painful. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me, and yet, at the same time I kind of liked it. That made me even more furious.
I don’t think I’ve ever been spanked harder, but as painful as it was, it was also brief. He only gave me six or so, before letting go of my shorts. He stood me up with tears of shock, hurt and embarrassment dripping down my cheeks and my nose running.
“Bastard!” I hissed. “You have no right to hit me!”
He smiled, rubbing a sore spot on his hand. “No? Funny you should say so when I had a bird’s eye view of someone who liked it every bit as much as I did. Your pussy is dripping harder than your nose, little girl.”
I stopped rubbing my bottom and, with as much dignity as possible, turned on my heel and marched back to the path. “Fuck you!” I snarled over my shoulder. It wasn’t my best comeback, but I was so conflicted. I was turned on; I was furious; my mind wasn’t working, and my butt hurt.
“Your grandma lives in the tiny cottage by the stream, right?” He called after me.
I stopped my retreat and turned around. “Yeah. Wait until I tell her about you!”
Instead of looking concerned, his unapologetic grin widened. “Oh, your grandma Sylvia and I are well acquainted with each other. What’s your name, little girl?”
“I’m not a little girl, I’m…” Shit, I couldn’t tell him I was only eighteen, a kid still in my teens. “I’m twenty-one,” I lied, hiking my chin defiantly. “And my name is Red. Little Red, not little girl”
His eyebrows rose and his smile turned devilish. “Give Granny a kiss from me,” he said. “My name is Wulf.”
A woman with a past. A man guarding his future. It's the perfect arrangement — until it isn't.
Trust is the one commodity Zeren Demir can't afford to waste. And when it comes to the women lining up to be the next Mrs. Demir, he refuses to spare an ounce of it.
Until he meets Marian, a woman who guards her heart more closely than Zeren guards his fortune. The contract they sign at the exclusive Club Zella seems like the perfect answer for both of them. Zeren can punish and pleasure his gorgeous new submissive at his whim without risking more than he's willing to pay.
But with every scene, he grows more invested in learning the secrets she keeps so carefully tucked away. By the time he is through, he'll know everything there is to know about Marian Jenkins — or he'll lose her forever.
Coming June 10...
A woman fighting for independence. A man who craves control. A love that will force them to meet in the middle, or risk losing it all...
When I left my father's house, I swore I would never be ruled by another man. My choices, my mistakes, would all be my own, for better or worse.
Until I meet Tobin. Cocky, successful, and sexy in that scruffy, rough around the edges kind of way. As reluctant as I am to let another man run my life, I desperately need help getting my spending habits under control. And it doesn't hurt that being taken over his knee for a well-deserved punishment does things to my body I've never felt with any other man.
But a part of me still fears giving him too much control. How could I ever forgive myself if I surrender it all and he turns out to be just like my father? Or, somehow, even worse...
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