Happy Labor Day and here is wishing you a day of leisure, fun and perhaps the chance to lose yourself in a book. That is my favorite sort of day, but to be honest it pales in comparison to the pleasure of releasing a new book, which my co-authors and I have just done. Enchanted Fairy Tales is a fantasy anthology dealing with my favorite subject--the world of the Fae. Here is a little sample:
The Gingerbread Man- A Scrumptious
Erotic Fairytale
by Lynn Hubbard
Once upon a time
there was a girl named Penelope. Food was scarce those days, and she had to
walk miles looking for roots or berries to eat. After a long, hot morning
Penelope was tired and hungry. A delicious scent led her to a cabin deep in the
woods. She followed it in anticipation of having all her needs filled.
The Legend of M’Rith
by Miriam Newman
By
1844, an increase in the human population of Ireland has forced Fae inhabitants
from their lush green homes in the East to the spare, bare terrain of the
West--except for one. M’Rith, half
fairie and half elf, has been bidden by her Queen Mother to remain in the
forest, promising her a mortal man to love.
Kieran, the village blacksmith, has lost his wife and lives in the same
painful solitude as M’Rith, but he is a worker of iron that can mortally wound
a fairie lover.
To Adventure
by Jae El Foster
There is a black
plague crossing from kingdom to kingdom, placed upon a slumbering princess by
her wicked stepmother, and only with true love’s kiss can the spell be lifted.
Will the plague encompass all before that kiss can be sealed, or will the power
of true love make itself known to the handsome Prince Harold, providing him with
the adventure of a lifetime?
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The Gingerbread Man- A Scrumptious
Erotic Fairytale
by Lynn Hubbard
Unable to stem her curiosity, Penelope
took a couple steps to the open doorway. She was shocked when she peeked
inside. There was a bed and a man lying on top.
At least she assumed it was a man. The
room was dark so she could not make out his features. Stepping closer, she
froze as the wooden floor creaked beneath her feet.
Thankfully, he did not move. Taking a
step closer, and then another, she reached the side of the bed. Looking down,
she was shocked at what she had found: A life size Gingerbread man. She blinked
her eyes twice to make sure she was seeing things right. Verifying she was
sane. She fell to her knees in shock.
The Legend of M’Rith
by Miriam Newman
Small
and slight and sweet as a berry, she had the palest of faces with enormous
pools of slate-gray eyes and a sculpted mouth the color of a berry, too. Jet
black hair fell in a mass to her shoulder blades and the violet gown she wore
let him see an enticing bit of those as well as lovely sculpted collarbones and
the beginning of a swell of breast. Her slender waist was cinched with gold
cord. On her feet were the prettiest scarlet slippers—a shocking contrast to
her gown, but somehow they suited her, matching the drape of a rich, red-beaded
necklace she wore against all rules of fashion. She was all amethyst and ruby.
Her feet were the tiniest he had ever beheld; she was tiny all over…the most
glorious, diminutive woman, with her skirts held up so that he saw the finest
turn of a lovely ankle and calf ever permitted his view outside the marital
bed. He felt an unmistakable pang of desire, shocking in the midst of his
grief, but he told himself it was simply that he had been too much alone.
She
wasn’t anyone he knew, but she stood stock still amongst his chickens, looking
at him fully and boldly…a somehow impertinent stare, as if she knew quite well
what was in his mind and challenged him to come and kiss the startled look from
her face, part her legs and plunge into ecstasy. She was, in short, the woman
of his dreams…the one who would consume him utterly.
To Adventure
by Jae El Foster
“I
thank you for your time, but I must depart now. I have my horse with me, and it
is going to storm soon.”
“That
thunder does not mean rain,” she said in a cryptic tone.
“Well,
I cannot chance that. Thank you again.”
Prince
Harold turned from her and walked to the curtain. This time, Madame Howell did
not stop him. He pulled the curtain open and stepped outside, looking up to the
sky. Surely enough, the sky was clear, the moon was full, and thousands of
stars glistened down upon him.
He
saw the young man with the scruffy beard standing alone by the fire. Letting
his encounter with Madame Howell remain behind him, locked inside that tent, he
approached him.
“Hello
again,” he said, stepping up to the young man. “I never did get your name.”
“That
is because I never told it to you,” the young man answered.
“Well…
may I know your name?”
The
young man looked at him and smiled. His smile was less than comforting though.
It made Prince Harold uneasy once more.
“I
have been called many names,” he told him in a voice that was uncanny and dark.
“My favorite has been Mephistopheles.”
