EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

by Angie Martin, Izzy Szyn, AnnaMarie Gardner, Jess Bagnall, Brandi Gillilan, Kathryn C. Kelly, Candi Fox, Layla J. Omorose, CeeCee Elaine, Leigh Savage, Christina McCord, Nathalie M. L. Römer, Courtney Lynn Rose, Stephanie Angelea, Cree Nations, T. Elizabeth Guthrie, and Claire Marta & Nia Farrell.

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Join this amazing group of authors as they take you inside the erotic world of the Brothers Grimm, putting their own twists on classic fairytales.

Erotic Fairytales from the Brothers Grimm includes

The Devil’s Touch by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 23,028 words

Taken by a dark-eyed devil to settle a debt, this innocent angel will give him his due.

A deal struck with a devil in a designer suit and Avalon O’Keefe’s life becomes a nightmare. Taken as payment for her stepfather’s debts, she finds herself in the clutches of mobster Ricco Gotti. Crude, cruel, and unyielding, he’s used to people bowing to his will. He demands her submission, intending to make her pay between the sheets.

Avalon refuses to play Ricco’s game. When she proposes one of her own, it’s a challenge he grudgingly accepts. Two fierce competitors, each determined to best the other, both of them believing when it comes to winners, there can be only one.

Let the games begin…

The Devil’s Touch is a modern take on The Girl with No Hands by the Brothers Grimm. This dark Mafia erotic romance has potential triggers and is written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

Moving to the large wooden wardrobe, Avalon caressed the panel of the door, feeling its smoothness beneath her fingertip before tugging it open. The rod inside was lined with clothes. Everything was new, still with tags. Pulling out a dress, she saw the name of an expensive boutique… and frowned when she saw it was her size.

What the fuck?

Taking out another, she checked the label. Leaving it on the bed, she took out the others—all with her exact measurements. Even the shoes. How? How had Ricco known her sizes? This wasn’t possible. Unless….

Shock washed over Avalon. How long had he been plotting to kidnap her?

Hurrying back into the bathroom, she checked all the bottles she could find. Everything was what she used. Even the makeup she found in a cabinet had her brands and shades.

The ruthless, calculating son of a bitch.

He’d intended to take her as payment for Fred’s debts all along. Avalon felt sick at the knowledge. Ricco must have been spying on her. He’d had her watched. For all she knew, he’d baited Fred with an eye on the prize, and Fred had fallen for it—hook, line, and sinker.

Pressing a hand to her mouth, she sank to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

She might be spared from his advances tonight, but tomorrow was a different story. How was she supposed to save herself from his lust? Avalon chewed on her lip, her mind racing furiously. She’d seen his excitement at her challenge. Even though he’d wanted her, he’d played along with her game. Maybe she could dare him again. Perform for him as she had tonight. Make another bargain. Keep him distracted until she could find a way to escape.

As soon as she did, she was headed for the nearest police station to report his crimes against her. Against Fred Miller. Freddie might be a loser, but no one deserved to have their finger cut off. The sight of that blood-soaked towel was burned in her brain. She’d have nightmares tonight, she was certain. But there were hours to go before bedtime, and the devil was expecting her for dinner. She needed to get a grip, compose herself, and keep herself together. Stay placid, calm, and cool even when he turned that lust-filled gaze full-force on her.

She had to be strong. Strong and smart. Using her head was the only way to save her body from what he had planned.

Squaring her shoulders, she met her gaze in the mirror, dried her hair, and put on makeup. War paint, she thought, applying a mask that made her feel empowered. Confidant.

Or confidant by comparison.

The antique highboy had drawers of lingerie, all in her size. Imagine that. She couldn’t fault his taste. The matched set she picked made her look like someone’s favorite mistress. Not that she intended to be his, but if she was gonna dance with the devil, she might as well do it in style.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Ricco refilled their glasses. Avalon’s wine had a little something extra in it.

Let the games begin.

Within a minute, her cheeks grew flush. She fidgeted her napkin, raising it to fan herself. “Is it hot in here?” she wondered, blissfully unaware of what was happening. She crossed her legs. Uncrossed and recrossed them. Straightened them and clamped her thighs together in growing desperation. She needed release.

So did he.

Ricco reached for his tie and pulled it free, tossing it onto the table. Shrugging off his jacket, he threw it on an empty side chair and started rolling up his sleeves, revealing his hair-dusted forearms. His sculpted muscles made her eye him like a prime cut of beef. The top two buttons of his shirt pushed free, allowing the neckline of his shirt to part. Running his hands down his chest, he fondled himself, giving her a peep show but keeping the best parts hidden.

Her sapphire eyes darkened. She wet her lips and aimed her gaze at his groin, frustrated by the tabletop between them.

“You know,” he drawled, “I promised I wouldn’t fuck you. But there’s nothing to stop you from copping a feel. Nothing to stop you from taking whatever you want. Nothing to stop you from using me however you fucking need, whatever it takes to get yourself off. How do you want to do this, angel? Where do you want me?”

She bit her lip and considered her options. “Turn around,” she told him. “Put the back of your chair against the table and stay seated in it.”

Playing along, he followed her directions. She rose to stand before him. When he reached for the button at his waistband, she batted his fingers away. “Put your hands on the arm of the chair and keep them there!”

Hmm. Suddenly, he was rethinking his offer. It would be a dick move to rescind it now. Plus, she’d made him curious to see what she had in mind.

Hiking up her hem, she looped her arms over his head, grabbed onto the back of his chair, and straddled his lap, grinding her clit against his groin.

The scent of wisteria body wash rose from her skin. Her breasts were close enough, all he’d have to do is dip his head to get a mouthful.

Circling her hips, she started riding his pole, rubbing against it, using friction to bring herself off. Even with the drugs, it took some work, but she did it. Meanwhile, he took in everything. Her fractured breaths, her trembling thighs, the way she stiffened and broke against him.

“Oh, God…” She shattered, pussy walls squeezing her juices and ruining the front of his pants.

While he was still hard as oak behind his tightly zipped fly.

He’d cheated and she’d outmaneuvered him again. She’d gotten her rocks off and he was still incredibly aroused.

And admittedly humbled. He wasn’t as smart as he thought. Like chess players, the king had tried to take the queen but he hadn’t succeeded.

This was one very clever girl.

The Dead of Night

THE DEAD OF NIGHT

by Claire Marta & Nia Farrell

Originally appearing in Vampirielle Four anthology (out 25 December 2020, delisted).

Now part of THE POISONED GARDEN COLLECTION, free to Claire Marta and Nia Farrell’s newsletter subscribers here.

Back in Paris, heartbroken and alone on Christmas Eve, Etienne de Foix decides to share his beloved music with the souls of the dead. When someone else is drawn to the cemetery, he finds himself tempted by his new admirer.

The young man who steps from the shadows has stars in his eyes and an innocent air that stirs Etienne’s hunger. Intent on sating his lust for blood and sex, he’s surprised when something more emerges from their tryst.

The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1791, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT:

He let his music transport him, carrying him as close to heaven as he would ever be. A creature of the night, eventually he’d be dust and would rot in hell for all eternity. There was no forgiveness for his sins. No penance or absolution. His only solace came from the bow in his hand and the strings beneath his fingers, weaving songs as they formed. He grew so lost in the new one, it was a while before he sensed he was no longer alone.

Opening his eyes, his gaze traveled through the shadows opposite him, settling on a man. A handsome young man with honey brown hair and hazel eyes. He stood so perfectly still Etienne had almost missed him.

Pausing, Etienne surveyed him cautiously. Was he a hunter looking for prey?

“Don’t stop,” the stranger pleaded when he stilled his bow. “Play.”

“My music was not for you,” Etienne told him, enchanted by his voice. “I perform for the souls that lie here.”

He wasn’t in church. Maybe he was a prostitute. Paris was full of them. Easy pickings for a vampire like himself.

Disappointment crossed the young man’s face. “What brings you here in the dead of night on Christmas Eve?”

“I come to play,” he told him. “What is your name and what is your price, hmm?” 

“Gael,” the young man spoke softly. “And I have no price.”

“Nonsense,” Etienne scoffed. “Everyone has a price. It’s only a matter of finding it.”

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DARK HARVEST—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

DARK HARVEST

A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Originally part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume 1 (delisted).

Now part of THE POISONED GARDEN COLLECTION, free to Claire Marta and Nia Farrell’s newsletter subscribers here.

BLURB:

An invitation to the royal hunt at Château de Fontainebleau is an offer Etienne de Foix cannot refuse. Falling for the charm of Kristoff Vasilyvich, a Russian prince, yields a second one he’s delighted to accept. The third—to find pleasure in a threesome with Odette d’Évreux—flings him into a world of darkness. Lurking beneath the château are creatures he never knew existed. One dark kiss, one night of insatiable lust, and Etienne finds himself one of the damned, reaped in the dark harvest.

The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1538, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM and MFM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT:

To Etienne’s good fortune, the Russian prince shared his nature, preferring men to women but indulging in both. Last night, he’d been delighted to discover the Russian was big all over, not just in stature. He’d had trouble sitting all day. A price well worth paying for the memories they’d made. Typically, he was the one who plucked the black rose, but he’d found Kristoff too charismatic to say no. They’d left the dance early and fucked half the night.

His cock stirred, ready for another round.

Kristoff chuckled. “Settle,” he murmured. “Do not let her see your interest.”

Etienne grimaced. “‘Tis you she wants.”

He bent to whisper in his ear. “As do you. I think I should fuck you both. Shall we see how badly she wants it? I am willing to beg off from joining the hunt. Let the others go forth in the cold and damp whilst we stay warm in bed.”

Jesu. Etienne was hard now. The bastard knew well how to incite his passions. He wouldn’t mind sharing Odette with Kristoff. The man was a satyr. He’d handle them both and his servants, too, given the chance.

“All right,” Etienne agreed, striving to not seem too eager. “How do you wish to do this?”

Kristoff stroked his beard, considering. “I could just ask her. Or I can entice her. Lure her away with an offer to see the gardens by moonlight and carry her off like a Viking conquest to my bed. She’ll expect nothing less from the House of Rurik. Once we get started, you can come and join us.”

Etienne nodded. Locked in the throes of passion, she’d be much more likely to agree to take two lovers—especially if it meant losing the one.

He watched Kristoff stalk across the floor to the beauty who was watching them. She was a captivating creature with dark hair, expressive brown eyes, and soft, generous lips that contrasted with her smooth, fair complexion.

It took nothing for his lover to coax her onto the dance floor. Sipping his wine, Etienne watched Kristoff flirt, reeling Odette in with his rough charm and devilish smile. A touch of his hand here, a whisper in her ear, and he’d soon persuaded her to join him in an evening far more satisfying than a dance.

They’d already agreed the hunting party would leave at dawn without them. Whether there were two or three bodies in Kristoff’s bed remained to be seen.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One

Vol 1

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F. Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta, Nia Farrell, Tanis Owen, Livia Lang, and Sloane Ridge.

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One includes Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 3K words).

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