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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.
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.
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.
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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About the Author:
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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