Warning – toys or other sexual devices
What’s a sexy young witch to do when everyone thinks she having too much sex? Her Grandmother’s best idea was to send her out for a hike in the woods. Did Gran know she’d find the cabin? Did she know how thrilled each one of the shapeshifting occupants would be to meet her? This is definitely not your run of the mill fairy tale, do you have the nerve to read it?
When the door opened she was just as shocked as Sunday night. It wasn't Edmund standing on the other side of the threshold, but there was definitely the same instant sexual pull. The men of this cabin must have a thing against wearing clothes…at least shirts. Tara's gaze traced down his bare chest all the way to the waistband of his very well fitting jeans. This man was just as tall as Edmund and just as muscular, but he wasn't as chiselled. His beautiful body had a slight layer of softness over those hard rippling muscles.
"Well, hello. Can I help you?" His voice held the same deep timber as Edmund's but something else, something softer and even more alluring.
Oh Goddess, yes you certainly can help me. "Oh, hello. I was hoping you might like some company this evening."
"I can't think of a better way to spend an evening than with one of Sadie's beautiful girls. Come on in."
"How did you know I was Sadie's granddaughter?"