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From bestselling
erotica author Shoshanna Evers comes an erotic re-imagining of the classic
fairytale, Beauty and the Beast.
With her
father’s freedom at stake, Belle agrees to be the fearsome Beast’s prisoner in
his enchanted castle. Held as his willing captive, Belle must submit to the
Beast’s most primal desires to survive.
The Beast can’t
let his little Beauty go free, not while there’s still hope that she might be
the one to end his decade-long curse…and with true love’s kiss, return him to
the Prince he once was.
Their story is
one that begins with imprisonment—he in his monstrous body, she in a
dungeon—but without this predicament, Beauty would never have met the Beast.
So we shall
begin with what occurred on that fateful night when everything changed: when a
lover was betrayed, a man deformed, and a castle shrouded in an enchantment…
EXCERPT:
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2013 Shoshanna Evers
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Beast
bared his fangs, and she cringed.
“Y-you’re
smiling,” Belle said. It might take her a while to get used to that.
“I
am. I have a proposition for you.” He gently smoothed her skirt back over
burning bottom, and turned her around to face him. “I haven’t had a woman in my
bed for a very long time. If you’d be willing to sleep with me, I’d reduce your
lifetime imprisonment to one short year.”
Belle
gasped, both at the idea of sleeping with him, and the idea of a life sentence
being reduced to a year.
“You’d
crush me to death,” she said, looking up at his towering hulk.
“I
would not. Wasn’t I very gentle with you earlier, in your cell, when I made you
feel so amazing, as you put it? Right before you—”
Right
before she cut him and ran. Yes, she could recall something like that
happening.
“It’s
really not ‘willing’ if I must bed you for my freedom,” she pointed out.
“Forget
I said anything,” he growled. “I’ll see you safely to your cell.”
“Wait!”
She paused, frantic, not willing to give up her one chance of freedom. And also
not willing to give up a very rational excuse for having more experiences like
the one he’d given her earlier. “Three months. Then I can go.”
“Six
months, and you do everything I say.”
“It’s—It’s
a deal, Beast.” She sighed. “I’m yours for six months. And then you set me free
and you forget all about me and my Papa.”
Beast
smiled. Yes…definitely a smile. “I very much doubt I will ever forget you,
beauty. But I’ll never harm you.”
Her
thoughts immediately flew to her sore bottom, at the way he spanked her so
thoroughly. Although, it was as he said. He’d hurt her, he had not harmed her.
She would remember her punishment when she sat down for a day or two, but it
wasn’t like he’d crippled her.
Or
ate her. That was something to be grateful for.
Beast
looked around his castle as though seeing it for the first time. “I suppose, if
you’ll be staying awhile, we could arrange more suitable sleeping quarters for
you.”
“In
your bed,” she guessed.
“You’ll
have your own suite.” He spoke louder, and Belle realized he was probably
summoning the fairies. “Belle will need a suite, with a four poster bed, a
bath, dresses in the armoire, and a fire ready for her.”
“The
fairies can do all that?” she asked.
“Fairies?”
He shook his head and began to say something, but it just sounded like growling
to her.
“Pardon?”
“Never
mind. If you’d like to believe we have a fairy infestation, then by all means.
Believe what you will.” Beast gestured for her to follow him up the stairs and
into the west wing of the castle.
She
followed, mesmerized by the glorious tapestries and paintings that adorned the
long hallways. Where had a beast gotten such wealth?
One
oil painting, of a young man, about her age perhaps, caught her eye. His
handsome face seemed to draw her in. Belle stopped in front of it, gazing at
the portrait.
“He’s
beautiful,” she whispered.
“Thank
you,” Beast said. “I mean…I’m glad you appreciate the art in my castle.”
There
was something familiar about the young man’s intense green eyes.
“Do
I—do I know him?” she asked.
“Perhaps.
You would have been a child when this portrait was taken.”
She
looked at the inscription on the gold plaque beneath the portrait. It said
“Prince Frederick,” and was dated ten years prior. That would have been when
she was nine years old, and certainly never out and about, gazing into handsome
princes’ green eyes.
“I
suppose I don’t,” she said.
For
some reason the thought made her sad. What had become of that young man?
Perhaps the portrait was from another country. She’d never heard of a Prince
Frederick before.
Beast
kept walking down the corridor, so she followed.
“I
imagine you ate everyone who lived in this castle,” Belle said. “That’s why they
aren’t here, and…you are.”
Beast
whirled around, and she was so caught off guard that she stumbled against his
enormous chest.
“I’m
sorry,” she gasped.
“That
is not what happened.”
“The
painting was ten years ago. Ten years ago, you changed. You told me so. I was
merely…taking an educated guess.”
“There
was nothing educated about it,” Beast said. “And if you’ll be staying under my
roof for the next six months, you might want to reconsider playing guessing
games if you want us to get along.”
She
put her hand to her mouth. “I apologize.”
“We’re
here.” He stopped in front of a large door, with the words “Belle’s Suite”
etched into a small silver placard on the door. “If you need anything—”
“I’ll
just ask the fairies,” she finished for him.
“Um,
yes. Exactly.”
“Will
I be sleeping…uninterrupted?” She blushed as she spoke the words, but she had
to know if he’d be taking her up on their deal tonight.
“Dawn
is almost here. Sleep as late as you’d like. I won’t bother you until you come
to me.”
“But…what
if I never choose to…come to you?”
Beast
raised his heavy brow. “Your six months begins when you do. Take as long as you
need.”
He
held opened the door to her suite and she stepped inside, reveling at the sight
of the large four poster bed with the flowing white linens, the glowing warmth
of the fire burning in the fireplace, and most of all…the roses. They were
everywhere, the scent beckoning her.
“Good
night, beauty.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
The non-fiction anthology
Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published
Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing
Reference, and Romance Writing categories on Amazon.
Reviewers have called
Shoshanna’s writing “fast paced, intense, and sexual…every naughty fantasy come
to life for the reader” with stories where “the plot is fresh and the pacing
excellent, the emotions…real and poignant.”
Shoshanna used to work as a
syndicated advice columnist and a registered nurse, but now she’s a full-time
smut writer and a home-schooling mom. She lives with her family and two big
dogs in Northern Idaho.
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