Finn
Rumpelstiltskin is a wealthy playboy descended from a long line of European
royals. A count with boyish good lucks and an infectious smile, he seduces
women with the grace and skill of a master swordsman. Until an insignificant
one night stand changes his life forever. Horribly disfigured by a spurned
lover and her sorceress mother, Finn is forced to learn the meaning of the
phrase, Beauty is only skin-deep.
Katarina Krauss is a rare and exquisite jewel. On the cusp of womanhood, the talented weaver must decide whether to save her family from financial ruin, or follow her heart. Thrust into the hands of Aleksander Othman, a ruthless warlord eager to manipulate her gift and steal her virtue, Katarina must spin a heap of straw into a stack of gold.
Will Finn’s magic help Katarina escape Aleksander’s evil clutches? Can he win her heart and reclaim his soul?
Katarina Krauss is a rare and exquisite jewel. On the cusp of womanhood, the talented weaver must decide whether to save her family from financial ruin, or follow her heart. Thrust into the hands of Aleksander Othman, a ruthless warlord eager to manipulate her gift and steal her virtue, Katarina must spin a heap of straw into a stack of gold.
Will Finn’s magic help Katarina escape Aleksander’s evil clutches? Can he win her heart and reclaim his soul?
Excerpt:
“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander
said to the governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he advanced
on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber wrist. He stepped
back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a ballroom. She pirouetted
twice before he stopped her. Aleksander clutched her hip with an unyielding
grip and pulled her against his strong, athletic build, his erection flush
against her thigh. Katarina’s fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders
to keep from falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her
ear. “I make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what
is expected.”
It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking
about her work on the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped
backward toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She
picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face him. “Here
is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything to distract him from
his mission to seduce her.
He took a brief gander at the material, then
turned his attention back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the
brandy on his breath.“Very nice. But that’s not the only
reason I brought you to my estate,” he said as he cornered her
body between the wall and the bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide
from the onslaught of his desire. “I need to taste you.”
Suddenly his mouth descended upon her
sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the
slender column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno along
her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid arms over his
well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly felt weak.
Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to speak up, before she lost her
nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have any respect for my honor, stop this
madness!”
Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his
decisiveness unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment, before
he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy, swollen bosom.
One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her corset. A draft hit her
exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It was enough to cause her nipple
to bead expectantly, begging for his
eager
caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat exploded between
her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled down the inside of her leg.
“No need to worry your pretty little head,
Katarina. We’re just having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At
least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her lithe
curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart, lifted her gown,
and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d left for her earlier. Each
stroke was purposeful. Each movement precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a
gift on Christmas morning.
Then he stepped away and gawked at her
nakedness. Katarina watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped
open, saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out invasion.
Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the delicate flesh of her
womanhood that glistened in the early morning sunlight.
Aleksander extended his index finger and
slid it over her heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom,
collecting the sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two.
Katarina writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to relish
her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor Katarina’s
unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and groaned. “Hmm. Just
as succulent as I dreamed.”
Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body
against the cool pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of
air to calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked. “Because
I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her shoulder blades, he let out
a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided across her prickly skin. A moment
later, he slipped her dress and undergarments back into place and stepped away.
He snatched up the gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to
the door.
“Now get back to your work at the spinning
wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter
of days to check on your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll
reward you with a night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh
could never imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”
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