Naughty Fairy Tales

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 68,541
1 Ratings (3.0)

Have you ever wondered...

...what happened to Alice after she came out of the rabbit hole? Ten years have gone by since that innocent, accidental venture. But Alice couldn't resist meeting old friends again. Will she finally catch the White Rabbit this time around? What of her friendship with the Cheshire Cat? As for Queen Scarlett of Hearts, she is after Alice as well and will stop at nothing until Alice is hers. Alice seems to be in more trouble than she ever was.

...what would happen should Snow White find shelter in a house with seven handsome men, after running away from a stepmother intent on killing her? She strikes a deal with them, in exchange for their silence. Seven men, seven days a week, a girl couldn't find herself in more delicious situations than this!

...what happened to Emma after she was gifted with the ability to produce a flower or precious jewel every time she speaks? When her mother drove her out of the house because of it, was the gift still a thing to be treasured or has it turned into a curse?

...about Red Riding Hood's real story? Wolf follows her through the forest hoping to make her his next tasty meal. The last thing either one of them expected was for sparks to fly. With Geoffrey Hunter hot on their trail, who will get to Grandmother’s house first?

...if Beauty really tamed the Beast? Or did he bring out the wildness in her? After Linda hears her father’s ramblings about a monster in a far off chateau, she decides to see this creature for herself. What--or who--she finds there is more than she had bargained for.

…how Cinderella really got to the ball? With the help of a meddling aunt, Marie makes her way to the ball and falls in love with the prince and gets more than she bargained for.

…the true story behind The Three Heads of the Well? Amelia hates her new stepmother. So she decides to leave the castle, the only home she has ever known and tries to make her own fortune, with the help of a new friend.

Bedtime just got more exciting!

Naughty Fairy Tales
1 Ratings (3.0)

Naughty Fairy Tales

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 68,541
1 Ratings (3.0)
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Monica, HEA Reviews, 4/5 CUPS

"…very creatively written. The fairy tales we read…as kids have now become very interesting erotic short stories. You have Beauty and the Beast, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Alice in Wonderland and much more. Rose wrote these short stories as if they could have been made as an adult short story flick."

Gabrielle, The Romance Studio. 4/5 HEARTS

"I loved the original fairy tales as a child and as a grownup I enjoyed these new and different versions of them. I enjoyed the adult twists on all these stories. Each one transports you to a world of magic and true love. How could one not enjoy that? If you are looking for a little more from the fairy tales that you grew up with then this is the book for you."

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“Come out, come out wherever you are, precious,” Anthony called out in the sweetest voice he could muster.

Lynette had taken all of his clothes and hidden them. He was now walking in the stable, naked and looking for her, while Ben was inside the house, keeping her sisters occupied. Lynette couldn’t help but giggle. She thought the situation was very funny. She tried to suppress her mirth by placing her hands over her mouth. She peeked out at Anthony from her hiding place and smiled as she watched his half-hardened cock swing from side to side as he walked. Suddenly, he grinned, appearing to have heard her stifled giggle.

“You think this is really funny, don’t you? Me, walking naked and at your mercy?”

Lynette tried to sneak away on all fours when she heard both his voice and his footsteps getting closer to where she was hiding, only to find herself face to crotch with Anthony. She shrieked gleefully as she tried to crawl away from him. He jumped on top of her and tickled her.

“No! Stop!” She tried to sustain the urge to laugh.

“Where are my clothes?”

Lynette laughed in response.

“Will you tell?”

“Never!” she shouted.

Anthony surrendered and kissed her. Lynette returned his kiss but with more passion. His cock grew harder as he pressed it against her thigh. She gently nibbled his lower lip, her hand caressing his chest.

Lynette frowned. She heard something. “Wait…stop.”

“What is it?” He started kissing her neck. She moaned and almost gave in to the moment, with his warm lips pressed against her skin. His hot tongue flicked back and forth against the sensitive part of her neck. She pushed him away when she realized that it was her father’s carriage she was hearing. “I think my father’s home.”

“Oh, fantastic,” he said in a sarcastic tone of voice. “Where are my clothes?” he asked in desperation.

The last thing she needed was to get caught naked with Anthony in the stable. Lynette gave him a mischievous grin and uncovered his clothes from underneath a stack of hay. She ran to the other side of the stable and grabbed the white dress she had hung on one of the hooks. After dressing, she ran to the house and knocked on her sisters’ window.

Miette opened the window and asked, “What is it?”

“I’m not sure, but I thought I heard Papa’s carriage. Finish up in there and get dressed.”

Miette stuck out her tongue. She’d never liked taking orders from her little sister.

Lynette ran to the front door and stood there watching a cloud of dust slowly made its way to her house. “Papa?” she wondered.

She watched the flurry of dust part to reveal the carriage. Their black horse Shadow looked like it hadn’t rested in days, foam and saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. She heard the familiar jingle and clanks that went with the carriage. Her father was home. It took her a second to realize that the dirty wide-eyed old man driving the carriage was her beloved Papa.

“Lynette!” he shouted.

She ran to him. “Papa, are you alright?”

Lynette had never seen her father this way. His gray hair was tangled and wild, almost as though he hadn’t combed it since he’d left them last month, which was very unlike him. He was always well dressed no matter where he went.

“Pack everything! We must flee tonight,” he shouted as he jumped off the carriage.

Shadow wasn’t concerned. The animal continued trotting with the carriage still attached to its body until he reached the stable where it knew there would be water and fresh hay.

Lucas ran into the house and grabbed a large woolen sack. He began throwing everything he could get his hands on into it. Lynette was very worried. Something was very, very wrong.

“Father, what are you doing? Why do we need to pack? Why must we leave?” she asked as she followed her father around the house. All the while, she wondered about his strange behavior.

“Where are your sisters? Tell them to pack. We must flee!” He threw his hands in the air.

“Papa,” Lynette calmly said as she held his shoulders.

He looked away from her eyes. He sobbed as he tried to speak.

She patted his back. “There, there, Father. Whatever it is, I’m sure it isn’t so bad.”

Her words only made him sob louder.

“I have sold you, daughter,” he stammered. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as he struggled to look into her eyes.

“What? You would never,” she whispered, unable to believe what she had just heard her father say.

“I have. I sold you…for a rose.” He pulled the rose out of his pocket. “This rose. I’m amazed that it didn’t wither on my journey home. None of the petals have fallen off. The edges didn’t even have the decency to turn brown. It looked as beautiful as the day I took it. That was how I knew…” he looked at her, awe and wonder and a little bit of fear in his eyes, “that it truly was enchanted.”

Lynette stared at the rose, mesmerized. She barely murmured her thanks. She had never seen anything quite as beautiful. The bright color seduced her so much that she almost forgot what her father had done to get it. Dazed, she took it from his hands and pressed it against her chest. It was as though this flower had a heart beat.

“I stayed at the home of the Beast,” her father continued in his narration. “Red glowing eyes, like looking into Hell’s flames.”

“Papa, you’ve had a long journey.” Lynette tried to find reason behind her father’s delusions. “Go to your room and rest a while. I’ll bring you some soup.” She gave him her best smile and led him to his bedroom.

“No!” He rolled his shoulder and pulled his hand away from her gentle but firm grip. “We must go. He’ll come for you.” He clutched her hands and pulled them against his chest. “He’ll come for you.”

Lynette felt his speeding heartbeat underneath the palm of her hand. She was afraid that her father’s heart was going to explode from anxiety. She needed to get him to lie down and relax.

She slipped the flower into her side pocket. “There’s no need, Father,” she soothed, rubbing his back and leading him to his bedroom. “I’ll go to him and sort all of this out. I’m sure he’s just a lonely man with a bad temper.”

He shook his head. “No, no, no.” Yet, he allowed himself to be tucked into bed, proving to Lynette just how exhausted her father was. He was asleep within moments.

Lynette sighed as she looked at her father. She took his hunter green blanket and covered him. She smoothed out his gray hair, walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

She remembered the red rose that she had tucked in the pocket of her dress. She took it out and studied it, marveling at its color. What was it about this flower? It seemed to whisper her name, calling her to some strange place. She placed it in a vase on the night table next to her bed.

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