Elizabeth Black Talks Nasty Fairy Tales

I’d like to welcome back to A Hopeful Romantic the fabulous Elizabeth Black , who’s here to talk about why we all love nasty fairy tales so much, and then give us a yummy taste of her latest. Welcome, Elizabeth!

 

Happily Ever After – The Allure Of Erotic Fairy Tales

By Elizabeth Black

PurrFairy tales have quickly become a very popular form of storytelling. Witness the popularity of American television shows such as Grimm and Once Upon A Time. Erotic fairy tales have always been popular but I believe they are experiencing a resurgence in popularity right at this moment. I’ve even seen submission calls for horror retellings of fairy tales. Imagine Snow White running into seven zombies or Rapunzel being one of Lovecraft’s Elder Beings locked in the tower to keep her away from the townspeople.

I’ve loved fairy tales for a very long time, and I’d wanted to write some erotic versions of them. My first was published by Scarlet Magazine about five years ago. It was entitled Happily Ever After, and it was about poor Cinderella’s dull marriage to her handsome prince. Her sex life sucked! Her fairy godmother was a man who looked like something off an erotic romance novel cover. Long blonde hair, physique as firm as a mountain, and cheeky to boot. He taught Cinderella a lesson she’d never forget.

It took a few years for me to pen another erotic fairy tale. That story is Purr, my short erotic version of Puss In Boots, one of my favorite fairy tales. This story is only a portion of the Puss In Boots tale. Below is information about it. You may find an excerpt on my web site’s Purr category (also listed below).

 

Name: Elizabeth Black

Title: Purr (Based on “Puss In Boots”)

Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair

Genre: Twisted Fairy Tale

Size: Short Story

ASIN: B005407APY

Cost: $2.99

 

Blurb:

The alluring puss in boots Muca aspired for her master to become the richest and most respected man in the land, but her job was cut out for her. Could she convince the local farmers to trust in her against the vicious ogre who ruled the region?

 

Buy Links:

New Dawning Bookfair: http://tinyurl.com/purr-ndb

Amazon Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/purr-kindle

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/63792

AllRomanceEBooks: http://tinyurl.com/purr-are

Purr Blog Category: http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com/search/label/Purr

 

I’ve decided for the first time to self-publish. This summer, I will release two more erotic fairy tales. Climbing Her Tower is my smutty retelling of Rapunzel. Trouble In Thigh High Boots is my long smutty retelling of Puss In Boots. Both of these novellas are quite kinky. I introduce two very erotic fetishes in them. I won’t say which fetishes. You’ll have to read the books to find out!

And now, a treat! Here is an advance excerpt from my soon-to-be-released erotic fairy tale Trouble In Thigh High Boots. This scene is when Puss (she is a cat/human shapeshifter named Tita) shifts from cat to human form in front of her master for the first time. She helps him to dress her in her leather garments and signature thigh high boots. After all, she is Puss In Boots. This novella is my longer erotic version of that fairy tale. It covers the entire fairy tale, not only a segment like Purr.

Unsnapping the corset in the back, she wrapped it around her torso, fastening the snaps until it held her in a tight embrace. The underwire demi-bra lifted her full breasts, leaving them exposed for his pleasure. Twin globes begged for his touch. Nipples erect and rosy red, the more she admired his aroused state, the darker the warmth grew that spread from her cheeks to her sternum.

Not content to leave things as they be, saunter over to him, and stretch across his lap, she wanted to take her seduction one step further. She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of elbow-length black suede gloves so slowly she felt as if she did a striptease for him but in reverse. Do you like my little dance, my pet? How often does a woman seduce a man by putting on her clothes rather than taking them off? The gloves slid onto her arms like a second skin. Soft and luxurious, she relished the feel of the treated leather against her sensitive skin. Without her fur and skin exposed to the elements, her body felt every breath of cool breeze that flowed around the cottage. Goosebumps rose as she pulled the gloves onto her bare arms, and her body shivered with delight. She felt every touch of soft fabric and brush of air on her sensitive skin for several hours after shifting into human form since her body was unprotected by her thick layer of tawny fur when she inhabited the body of a cat.

Once the gloves were in place, she pulled out of the knapsack a leather collar adorned with brass studs. The ruby crystal hanging from the center ring caught the light of the room, bending it in refracted beams all colors of the rainbow. She snapped it open, and held it out as if questioning whether to place it around Dylan’s neck or hers. As Dylan reached for it, she pulled her arm back.

“This one’s for me.” She cocked her head in his direction while a cheeky smile spread across her face. “Would you like to put it on me?” She teetered in her stiletto heels, swinging her hips as she took a few steps towards him. Without warning, he reached for her waist and pulled her into his lap. His erection poked at her thigh, and she knew he couldn’t get much bigger without bursting. She placed her collar in his hands, and guided him by the wrists to place the device around her long neck. Warmth emanated from his body and from the hearth, but the warmth from his body felt sharp and thrilling. Amid his sweat and the odor of freshly mown grass on his clothing, she inhaled deeply to take in his masculine scent. As she pressed her face into his unkempt brown hair to take in his full flavor, her breasts brushed against his cheek. Fingers gripped each breast like a vice, twisting them out of the demi-bra with such force that a mewl of agonized pleasure rose from her solar plexus. When his mouth found her right nipple, she arched her back to accommodate his desire as much as her own. When was the last time a virile man had taken her so forcefully?

Keep an eye on my Facebook wall and my Twitter page for updates regarding when Trouble In Thigh High Boots will come out. I’m releasing it during the summer. If you like hot and smutty fairy tales, this one is for you! And don’t forget Climbing Her Tower, which will be released at the same time. Rapunzel wants out of that tower very badly. By the way, that horrific Lovecraftian Rapunzel I described earlier in this article? I’m writing that one for a horror call. Here are my Facebook and Twitter links to keep track of my progress and release dates:

https://www.facebook.com/elizabethablack

http://twitter.com/ElizabethABlack

Remember, there is always a happily ever after ending, even for the zombies. 😉

 

Loved Fifty Shades Of Grey? Sexpert Tracey Cox brings you THE ultimate guide to ‘mummy porn’ with her definitive steamy reading list

Mail OnlineThe Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace

Sex with a mysterious stranger on a train initiates the innocent Rita Holly into the secretive and sexy world of the Mount Club where deviant rituals await. Author K D Grace describes herself as ‘passionate about nature, writing and sex – but not necessarily in that order’, and enjoys Chinese martial arts. Readers have been badgering her for a sequel since its publication.

Erotica rating: 9 out of 10

Read the entire article at the Mail Online.

 

Shanna Germain Shares The Story Behind the Story of Her Novella, Safe Haven

The Story Behind The Story

It’s my pleasure to welcome Shanna Germain to a Hopeful Romantic to talk about her fabulous novella, Safe Haven, which is in Xcite’s One Long Hot Summer anthology. Another one of the lovely Secret Library volumes.

 

The idea behind Safe Haven was one I’d been thinking about for a long time, but just hadn’t found the time and impetus for. I grew up on a farm where we were always rescuing animals – or having rescue animals brought to us – and that seemed like the perfect backdrop for two people to meet and fall in lust and love. And it also seemed like the kind of woman who ran a rescue farm would be the kind of woman who was a perfect heroine. She’d have to be strong and independent, but also big-hearted and determined. Of course, I also wanted to give a huge helping of unmet lust, just to make sure things really sparked.

When The Secret Library said they were looking for novellas with strong women and hot men, I just knew that it was time to find the characters to populate the steamy idea I’d been carrying around.

I found the perfect image of Kallie right away – a natural beauty with intense eyes who loved animals and had this crazy, world-changing laugh and smile. Gauntlet – the puppy who features predominantly in the story – was also easy to find. I knew he needed to have one white paw and those big puppy eyes that just melt your heart.

It took me much longer to conceptualize Darrin, the alpha male hero type. Most of the guys I write don’t really fit that mold; I like to create characters that are a little bit broken, often a little socially awkward, but who really do it for the right partner. So I wanted to find a way to combine the two elements – a man who was clearly an alpha male in one situation, but who was really soft and vulnerable in another. When I found an image of a dark-haired, charismatic man holding a camera, I realized that was the key to Darrin’s character. Behind the camera, he could be the strong silent type. In front of it, he could be something else entirely. And sexually? Sexually, he could be the kind of man who was happy to take control, and just as happy to give it up—to the right woman.

There were sparks from the first meeting (as you can read below), but by the end, things got even hotter—and sweeter—than I expected. I always love when that happens.

One Long Hot SummerExcerpt

It wasn’t one of the Eric’s hired hands. And it wasn’t, at least as far as Kallie could tell, a new rescue animal. And if it was fresh hell, it was incredibly sexy fresh hell in jeans and black boots. A fresh hell of a tall, curly haired man pushing a motorcycle up her gravel drive. As he walked, the horses were following him, keeping as close to the fence line as they could, tossing their heads and snorting at him.

A second later, she realised they weren’t snorting at the man. They were snorting at the wriggling bundle of fur that was bounding up the driveway after him. Great. So it was a random drop off. She wanted to stop them right there and tell them that Safe Haven was full. She didn’t have time or room for any more strays. Not even cute strays. Especially not cute strays. She had enough trouble on her hands.

But her voice, which had so recently been crooning at a huge horse, now seemed stuck in her throat.

‘Hey there!’ the man called as he got closer. He raised one hand off the motorcycle in something like a wave. He wore a thick silver ring on his middle finger, and her eyes were drawn first to its glint, and then to his long fingers and strong wrists, then to the length of his bare arm, the lightly tanned bicep that was offset by the blue fabric of his T-shirt. ‘Are you Kallie?’

She started to say no, even though she knew it wouldn’t do any good; someone had obviously sent him, even though everyone knew Safe Haven didn’t rescue dogs or cats, and it definitely didn’t rescue beautiful, curly haired men with motorcycles and fantastic smiles. But she started to deny her birth name anyway, because this was trouble walking up her driveway. She could feel it. Even the horses could feel it.

Then he lifted up his sunglasses, pushing them up on his head and any words she might have said completely disappeared.

He had blue eyes. Not just blue eyes, but poppy-blue eyes. Fall-into-a-dream blue eyes. Sky on the first day of summer blue. Almost surreal in their bright gaze, surrounded by small wrinkles as he gazed at her. She heard her own sharp intake of breath and felt stupid for its sound in the mostly quiet day.

‘Kallie, right?’ he asked.

She nodded. Look away from his eyes, she thought. Just … look anywhere else. But she couldn’t. They were so blue, threaded with silver that shone funny in the sunlight.

‘Oh, good,’ he said. He looked away – she was so grateful for being released from his gaze that she could hear her heart thumping in her chest – and kicked his bike stand to settle it on the gravel. Then, he bent down and picked up the wriggling bundle of fur that had been stalking his boot laces.

In contrast to the man’s intense blue eyes, the puppy’s curious brown gaze was a hundred times easier to take. His tongue lolling to the side, he settled into the man’s arms and gave a happy yip. The puppy licked his fingers, and the man gave a quick, delighted laugh.

Kallie’s heart did something funny in her chest. She stuck her hand in her pocket, realised she still had half a carrot in there, and pulled her hand out quickly, trying to wipe the wet off on her jeans without being obvious.

The man didn’t seem to notice her movements. He reached for the puppy’s single white paw and made it move up and down in the semblance of a wave.

‘Hi, I’m Gauntlet,’ the man said, his voice a growled approximation of a puppy voice. Kallie choked back laughter, and ended up just coughing in the process.

‘Are you OK?’

‘Fine,’ she said after a moment, although she clearly wasn’t. She was the world’s biggest dork. She cleared her throat, and finally found her voice. ‘But … Gauntlet?’

The man looked at the puppy in his arms as though he’d just seen him for the first time. Then the man smiled. Dimples. Wrinkles. Oh sweet heaven. She was in so much trouble. She thought her libido had dried up after Erik left – an event her friend Stephanie called the Double B, “the Big Breakup” – but clearly that wasn’t true. Go back to the barn, girl. Now. Before you get yourself in more trouble.

*****

Shanna Germain claims the titles of writer, editor, leximaven, wanderluster, vorpal blonde, Schrodinger’s brat, knife licker, flower picker and tire kicker. Her poems  essays, short stories, novellas, articles and more have found homes in places like Absinthe Literary Review, Best American Erotica, Best Gay Romance, Best Lesbian Erotica, Blood Fruit: Queer Horror, Pank, Storyglossia and more. Visit her at www.shannagermain.com

BUY One Long Hot Summer: http://thesecretlibrary.co.uk/?page_id=8757

 

New Release: Off the Beaten Track by Lucy Felthouse

Another new release from my good friend and fellow writer, Lucy Felthouse!

 

Off the Beaten TrackWhen workaholic Libby Strong’s friends and family make her take a long overdue holiday, she’s not impressed. A week of lounging by a swimming pool and doing nothing is not her idea of fun. In an act of rebellion, she books a day trip, touring in a jeep. When her guide arrives, Libby’s astonished to discover she’s the only patron going on the trip. But as hunky Demetrio takes her off the beaten track and deep into the beautiful Portuguese countryside, she soon leaves her worries behind and hangs on tight for the ride of her life.

Available from:

All Romance eBooks
Resplendence Publishing
1PlaceforRomance.com
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble

Excerpt:

Libby huffed and puffed as she made her way up the steep slope leading to the rear exit of the hotel complex. She swore the builders had had secret CCTV cameras installed so they could watch people suffer their poor planning for years to come. At least it was early. Had it been lunchtime, she’d surely have passed out with the heat.

Ah well, Libby thought as she finally reached the road, it’ll be worth it. This trip is going to be amazing.

As she stood on the mercifully flat pavement and got her breath back, a thought niggled at her. Nobody else was here. Panicking, Libby wrenched open her bag and pulled out her paperwork. She examined it, then a glance at her watch confirmed she had both the right date and time. So where was everyone? Yes, she was ten minutes early but surely the others should be here by now? Looking down the slope she’d just ascended, Libby frowned as she saw it was deserted. Everywhere was deserted.

Fuck, she thought, perhaps they were all here earlier and they’ve gone without me!

The rumble of an engine distracted Libby from her worries. Turning, she saw a jeep trundling down the road towards her. She watched hopefully as the driver pulled the vehicle up beside where she stood and reached into the passenger seat.

Picking up a clipboard, the man glanced down, then at her, and said, “You are Libby Strong?”

She nodded.

The man grinned widely, revealing dimples in both cheeks, and hopped out of the jeep. Walking around the vehicle to where she stood, he held out a hand.

“I am Demetrio. Your guide for the day.”

Libby took his hand and shook it. It was warm and strong. Much like the rest of him, she suspected, as she gave him a subtle once over. He was tall, with black curly hair to his shoulders, luscious brown eyes and olive skin. A white t-shirt bearing the holiday company’s logo covered his top half—though without obscuring his impressive biceps—and he wore longish tan colored shorts on the bottom. A pair of non-descript white-ish trainers and faded red cap completed his outfit.

“I’m Libby,” she said, even though he already knew her name. She was just being polite. “Pleased to meet you.”

They broke off the handshake and Demetrio smiled again, then moved to the passenger side of the jeep and pulled open the door.

“Please,” he said, gesturing she should get in.

Libby did as she was told, but couldn’t help asking the burning question.

“Where is everyone else?”

Demetrio waited until she was safely in the passenger seat, closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. He got in, then turned to her.

“There is nobody else. You are only person on this trip. You get best views!”

He laughed then , the flash of white teeth against olive skin resulting in an unexpected jolt in Libby’s nether regions. She studied his profile for a few seconds, then grudgingly admitted to herself that Demetrio was, in fact, very attractive. Despite the fact she was a red-blooded woman, she rarely noticed such things.

Like most people, she’d come on this holiday to recharge her batteries. Unlike most people, she’d been practically forced into it. Libby was somewhat of a workaholic, which left her little time for anything else. It was this fact which had cost her her last relationship. The long working hours, frequent rain checks on their dates and her lack of interest in any kind of affection, let alone sex, had finally caused James to walk away.

Libby had barely noticed. She’d just carried on working, and working…until her friends and family had finally intervened. They’d booked the holiday to Portugal, arranged with her boss for her to have the time off, and basically given her little choice but to go.

*****

Lucy FelthouseLucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

Lucky Seven is a Gift

Tag! I’m it! So far as I know, Shanna Germain started it all, so it’s all her fault! Leave it to Shanna to start us all off on something fun! She tagged Justine Elyot and Sommer Marsden, who both tagged me. That’s right, I’ve been double-tagged. It’s a meme game. The seven people tagged go into one of their works to either page 7 or page 77, go down to line 7, then post the next 7 lines or sentences. That done, the next step is to tag 7 other victims … er I mean writers who are all out there with hands raised saying, ‘pick me! Pick me!’

Since I’ve got a free promo going on at the moment with the new exclusive Kindle three-part version of The Pet Shop, I decided to tease my readers with the naughty bit from page 77 of The Gift, which is now free on Amazon Kindle for the next three days! Enjoy!

The Gift: Page 77!

‘Then you have to be Tino, or you wouldn’t have–’

He covered her mouth in an insistent kiss. ‘What?’ He spoke against her lips ‘You think I wouldn’t notice the sexy English bird distracting me from all the other birds.’ He teased her lips apart, sparring with her tongue, making her insides feel like warm toffee. She was relieved to hear no anger in his voice.

She came up for breath. ‘But how else would you–’

And now… Lucy Felthouse, Lexie Bay, Janine Ashbless, Rebecca Bond, Lily Harlem, Sharazade, Nikki Magennis, you’re it! You’ve been tagged. If you want to play, of course!

 

From Amazon.com

The Gift

From Amazon.co.uk

The Gift

 

 

 

 
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