Elle: An Erotic Faerie Tale
Tasha Blackstone
Tasha Blackstone
Genre: Adult
Fantasy /erotica
Publisher: Siren Publishing
ISBN:
978-1-62242-307-1
Number of pages:
159
Word Count: 53,443
Book Description:
A tangled web of
love, magic, and seduction, this retelling of the classic fairy tale Rapunzel
is not your mama’s fairy tale.
Elle has lived in
solitude, high in the tower, her entire life. When Emmett appears on her
balcony, poisoned from the vicious Witch Weed and close to death, she knows she
must save him at all costs. Her desire for him becomes unbearable, and when she
realizes that he has also stolen her heart, she must decide—risk it all to be
with him or let him walk away, missing her only chance at true love.
However, Elle's
time is short and her life is in danger. Despina, an Enchantress posing as
Elle's mother, needs the magic that lives in Elle in order to survive. Can Elle
save Emmett, embrace the love that awaits her, and survive her mother’s dark
intentions before it is too late?
As Emmett
lay on the bed, watching Rapunzelle weave the tale, he found himself struggling
with an inner conflict. He knew that magic once ruled the lands. Peppered
throughout the history books were tales of powerful wizards and evil witches
who had become consumed by their lust for power over all of mankind. They were
said to be the cause of the War of the Witches, which had turned into a battle
that, ironically, had ended the rule of magic once and for all. Some creatures
of magic still existed, of course. Fairies and Ogres were spotted from time to
time in darker corners of the woods. A rock troll still lived up in the
mountains in a cave hidden by windy paths and thorn bushes. Even the midwives
were gifted healers. It was the fact that Emmett’s experience of climbing a
poisoned vine could be real, rather than brought on by hallucinations from
tainted faerie water, that bothered him.
His thoughts
were interrupted by the feeling of Rapunzelle’s hand on his. He looked up to
see her eyes fixed on his with intimidating intensity. She lifted his hand from
where it had been lying on the bed and turned it so that his palm faced up.
When Emmett looked down to see his hand in hers, his heart skipped a beat. The
palm of his hand was covered in red, angry wounds that were in the midst of
healing. Some of the deeper cuts had thread sewn through them, keeping them
closed, while others were slick with what appeared to be a salve of sorts.
Seeing the severity of the wounds caused pain to surge through Emmett’s hands,
and sweat began to bead on his forehead.
“Emmett?”
He pulled
his eyes from the wounds and found hers still fixed on him.
“You asked
me where you are. I do not know why or how you found me, but your memories are
not false. You did climb my tower. I found you on the balcony, covered in blood
from your wounds and succumbing to the effects of the poison from the Witch
Weed that protects me. I brought you inside so that I could heal you, but
you’ve been asleep for several days, and I was starting to think that I’d been
too late.”
“Why would
you attempt to heal me if you have Witch Weed to keep intruders out?”
A sweet
smile crossed Rapunzelle’s lips as she reached up and ran her fingers through
Emmett’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead.
“Even a
pure-hearted man would never survive the climb. He would have succumbed to the
poison and fallen to his death not even halfway up. I figured that there must
be a reason that you were able to make it all the way to the top, and it is not
my place to interfere with your life path. Healing you seemed to be the only
true option.”
A whispered
“thank you” was all he could manage, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ve made a
stew for us, hoping that you would awake soon and be hungry. Let me get you
some, and we’ll start working on getting your strength back.”
Emmett
watched as Rapunzelle rushed out of the door to the bedroom, her black braid
following behind her. He slowly looked around the room, taking it in with
newfound awe. The walls were rounded and made from the same alabaster brick he
had been drawn to in the meadow. There was no window, but the roof was
fashioned to allow sunlight to fill the space. The room was decorated with
paintings of flowers and mountain scenes, and books cluttered the tops of
furniture. In the corner, only half-hidden behind a sheer curtain, he saw a
copper tub big enough to lie in while bathing. Off to the side behind the tub,
he could see a door that opened just enough to reveal a room filled with
clothing. The bed sat in the center of the room and was large enough that two
of him could comfortably fit side by side on it. It was covered in lush,
deep-purple blankets and countless pillows that were scented with jasmine and a
spice he was unfamiliar with.
If there had
been a choice of being healed in a sterile nursemaid’s wing of the palace or
high above the ground in Rapunzelle’s bedroom, sealed away from the world
below, he would choose her room every time. Sounds of her preparing his meal
drifted in through the bedroom door, and Emmett found himself comforted by it.
He closed his eyes and listened as he fell asleep.
His mind was
quickly filled with visions of Rapunzelle. She was lying down on the bed beside
Emmett, face propped up in the palm of her hand as she stared with longing into
his eyes. Her long black hair, free from its restrictive braid, flowed out
behind her like black waves. Her other hand reached up, and he felt her fingers
trail from his cheek, down his neck, and finally rest on his chest. His
heartbeat quickened at the feel of her touch. Her hands were smooth and soft
and her touch, though alive with intent, was gentle. She ran her fingers
through the little curls of hair on his chest and smiled when she looked down
to see his arousal
Elle: An Erotic Faerie Tale
Tasha Blackstone
Fantasy
M/F. Spanking. Anal Play
Despina, an Enchantress with the desire to become more powerful has gotten the Huntsman under her power and is enjoying him as her current toy. When the Huntsman's wife gives birth to their child it is Despina that steps in and kills the wife and takes the child.
Rapunzelle has lived her life alone in a tower and knows no other life. She goes by the name of Elle and has love for her mother even though it is an unusual bond. Her mother brings her food and visits her monthly but not much more.
Emmett is first born son to the King and is expected to follow his father's footsteps and rule the kingdom. His mother understands that her son does not want to have a bride chosen for him and when he wishes to leave the kingdom in search of what he feels is missing in his life she encourages him.
He is drawn to a meadow via a vision he has had and sees a tower that he does not understand but he knows that he must climb it.
Elle finds him on her balcony and helps heal him as he is near death. She knows this must be done yet she does not know this stranger but feels she must save him and so she does.
Despina feels Elle coming into her powers and knows it is time to complete her plan, to gain the power she craves.
Emmett is just the man to save Elle, he just has to figure out how to do it.
Emmett is just the man to save Elle, he just has to figure out how to do it.
4.5 star
About the Author :
There was never a
day in Tasha’s life when she wasn’t creating new worlds, or characters, or
story lines. Even as a little girl, she was often locked away in her
grandfather’s office drawing, cutting, pasting, and writing short stories to
give to her mom. Using all methods, crayons, pens and pencils, typewriters, and
word processors, her favorite was the typewriter. The clickity-clack sound that
the keys made as she wrote her stories ignited excitement, and at the young age
of eight, she knew she wanted to grow up and be a writer.
Tasha thanks her
grandma for her love of books. Her grandma’s home was in all aspects a library
with hundreds and hundreds of books on the shelves, all of which Tasha was
allowed to read regardless of her age. With the exception of the typical
children’s faerie tales, Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King was the first
fantasy novel Tasha had read, and she was hooked. The freedom to create a world
without having to follow traditional rules was the most amazing thing ever! Of course,
as she grew and decided that boys were no longer gross and infected with
cooties, but rather cute and tempting, she turned to romance. Her favorite
pastime became writing short stories for her friends and featuring them as the
heroine and their crushes as the love interest. When one of the moms found a
story and mistook it for a real event, Tasha knew writing truly was her
calling.
Though it took a
little longer than she had hoped to achieve her dream, the waiting was well
worth it.
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ReplyDeleteLove this and can´t wait for my chance to read! =)
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//Linda