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.
UNBEARABLE
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.
Read on for an excerpt.
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.
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.
Thanks for having me!
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