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Snow Bite

This very first, exclusive excerpt of White Magic, a dark fairy tale, is only the beginning. Keep an eye out for more of this very special story, coming in ebook and paperback, as we approach release day: Christmas Eve!

 

Chapter One

EXCERPT

It was at the wedding that Snow White saw her stepmother for the first time, and was enchanted. Not by a spell, though the woman was a witch and the princess knew it in the first moment. No, the girl was caught by her stepmother’s presence, her brilliance, her stunning beauty.

In white and gold, her silk robes heavy with embroidery, the gleam of the new queen’s gemstones and jewelry was not what held the girl’s attention, but the woman herself.

This new mother was pale as fine ivory, her skin smooth, her eyes black as the bottom of a well. Her hair was spun copper, hot coils wound about her ears, long braids flowing into a mass of curls and every strand in motion, a thousand vermilion snakes erupting in a tangle of perfect beauty.

A sensation like hot water, or sparks flung from a fire, prickled on Snow White’s skin. She smelled something sweet and sour, a violent, violet odor of blossoms and rust. Without knowing how or why, awareness coursed through her, a living thing on its own.

Magic.

The wedding ceremony passed in a blur before the princess’s eyes, with one center, one focus, blazing bright and wild. Her stepmother was a witch. A witch! The knowledge beat in Snow White’s breast, alive, dancing, a fire with a heart of storm.

Even at the reception, she thought her stepmother spilled the secret from laughing lips with every sound, but no one else cared to hear it, or no one could. Only Snow White stared at her, enraptured. Magic. It was here – it had finally come.

She was the king’s daughter, it was true, but she wanted neither riches nor the kingdom. Only magic. To be a witch; to hold the power in her own hands.

That night, and for several days after, Snow White watched the new queen’s treasures being brought in, across the white-stoned courtyards, beneath the shadow of green leaves and up the stairs of the empty western tower, where they were hidden behind a black door, freshly painted.

Clothes and furniture, chests and cases did not much interest the girl, but there were other things. A bright steel cauldron, its bottom not black but white. Hangings for the tower walls, each one marked with strange embroideries, runes and symbols, vistas of foreign lands.  A box of dark wood, ornamented with a single seal – a potted plant with forty brilliant blossoms, yet no scent.

Last of all came a mirror, wrapped in cloth of gold. On each of those things, Snow White smelled the magic-fragrance she had encountered at the wedding and the iron tang of blood.

The girl made up her mind by the end of the fifth day. Why should she settle for a stepmother, when instead she could have a witch?

 

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Eleventh Entry: Rakushinpu

 

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The sound of the water rushes overhead. Beside us, the great fall is a roar and in its shadow the gleam of spray and the shadow of leaves overtake the world, together with drowsy promises. 

The spirits of the mountain speak in murmuring voices, a whisper to calm the senses, a low, red sound. Of love, it speaks, with the sound of a lute  and the eager harmony of all night’s darkest passions.

Come to me.

The voice does not belong to the water.

Stay with me.

The words are a plea from which an answer will summon only regret.

Is it not quiet here? Are you not tired now? Stay a while and sleep with me…

The lady of the falls trades on her whispers, and when the sun dips past the high of noon toward the horizon, when the laziness of the afternoon is full upon us – then, at the edge of the water, climbing in silken coils, the threads come one at a time.

Each one attaches to a man. An ankle. A toe. A calf. But we are prepared, as not many before us have been. The threads are not broken, but hooked to trees, to stumps – one rooted life in exchange for each marked man. 

As the sun begins to go down, the threads are pulled, one by one, and one by one pieces of the forest crash over the cliff-side, down the mountain, into the rage of the river and the waterfall’s roar.

A woman cries with it, and the longing has not left her voice. 

Stay with me, won’t you?

There is no laughter, no speech, as we make our way down the night blackened sides of the autumn mountain. We return to our camp – to the nearest village. It is there that we count our number and find that twenty-four has been reduced to twenty-three. 

Stay with me…

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Rakushinpu/Jorogumo References
Jorōgumo Wiki
Jorōgumo Legends

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Week Thirteen – Sophie By The Sea

This bit  of erotica comes from my newest erotic short, Sophie By The Sea, a fun little experiment with a shark shifter! Why let land predators have all the fun?

Sophie By The Sea is out now, and this is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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You are my woman. I will give you what you want, and what you need. And I will take from you, yes, but only the same for myself. Don’t you trust me, Sophie?

It felt like the most dangerous question she had ever been asked, but there was only one answer. ‘Yes. Yes! Or I wouldn’t be here, or I – but please, won’t you tell me…

What I want? You already know what I want, woman.

Sophie traced his lean muscles with her gaze and felt them as if they were beneath her fingers – shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs. She stared at his cock as it stiffened, reddened and drew up against his belly

Oh yes, oh yes, she knew what he wanted – or at least, she knew now, and had been hoping. She didn’t resist when pressed flush against her and kissed her again – instead, she melted into his embrace and twined her legs around his legs.

His cock pressed hard and throbbing against her, and Theron rocked against her as he slid his hands along her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. He followed her pulse down her throat with curious fingers, then stroked Sophie’s collarbone, and across the curves of it to her chest.

As if testing their weight, he lifted her breasts in his hands, then brushed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples and smiled when she sucked in a little gasp. She tasted salt – and then Theron.

He held her still while he bent his head and kissed her, and Sophie stared up into his eyes. They were even brighter underwater, the indefinable something that so attracted her was infinitely more focused. Sophie moaned against his mouth, relaxed against him and gave in completely.

Her desire and her submission were both open in her thoughts, and he must have seen them there because he pulled back from her instantly, but only enough that he could get his mouth on her nipples. He sucked at them, bit hard enough to make Sophie buck her hips against him and moan, but not hard enough to hurt.

You like the sharp edges, Sophie? Between pleasure, and pain.

Yes…

Theron slid his mouth over her skin and bit at her breasts, her nipples. He crawled his fingers down her body, over the softness below her breasts, over her belly, down to her hips. He wrapped his arms around her then and squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and though there was no moan in the underwater silence, his lust and approval slashed across her thoughts with the same piercing ease as his words.

He desired her, really, truly desired her. The more he touched her mind the more she learned the truth of it, how passion had driven him across the sea, following her. The night that was her “night of the wolves” was his “night of Sophie”, and the thought was enough to stoke the already sweltering fire burning in her blood.

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