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What are SILVER SLIPPERS?
SILVER SLIPPERS are erotic fantasies spun from the fairy tales we heard at our parents’ knee.
Elves, goblins, Princes, Princesses, evil Kings and Queens, giants, gnomes, Fairy Godmothers…
Have your own spin on one of the Fairy Tale Classics?
A naughty stepsister trying to steal your prince?
A seamstress who has a one-night stand with a nameless stranger?
Perhaps a meddling Godmother who is determined to help you find a mate? [Read more…]
I’m at the halfway mark in this project. I hope I’ll have it wrapped up by the end of May, but this is a busy month. I guess we’ll see. 😉
“If you touch her, I will kill you.” He cupped Vaughn’s chin, twisting hard to one side, his threat implicit. “What I am hasn’t hindered my willingness to kill. Don’t offer to her again.”
Blinking twice in rapid succession, Vaughn submitted and Rhys released him. The exchange was so flawless I had to wonder how often similar conversations occurred between them.
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How is it possible this is the first weekend in May? Sheesh.
At this rate, it’ll be Christmas before I know it.
“They’re beautiful to watch.” I complimented her clan’s skill, belatedly realizing my gaze had stuck to the same tall warrior, mesmerized by his fluid motions and perfect form. Darkness shrouded his face, and I wished for a moment I could see the expression hidden there. Was his face as flushed as mine? His teeth bared in my same vicious smile? Oh, but that I held a sword.
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Happy Easter, everyone! I hope you all get to enjoy some family time today.
Since there was some question about the narrator last week, Araneae is told from my heroine’s point of view. 🙂
“She’s young,” Rhys said gruffly. “Hope is a fragile thing, easily crushed.”
I stared at him, wondering why his experience sounded personal and curious as to what he’d once wanted and gone without. His tone made me wonder if he considered hope another wasted emotion his clan was better off lacking. Then I wondered how he existed without it.
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Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.
