Sunday, May 16, 2010

Fae Me Not by Riley Ashford

Fae Me Not by Riley  Ashford

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Fae Me Not

by Riley Ashford
cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-430-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Hot Flash


Once upon a time...
A fairy prince lost his true love due to his own selfish mistake. Now, they're cursed to live apart... him in the world of humans and her in the fae realm. He remembers everything. She remembers nothing. One day every year they both must relive the most painful day of their lives. He's doomed to break her heart.
Only this time around, he's determined to write a new ending... one that will free them both.
Fae Me Not
Riley Ashford
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Riley Ashford

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Once upon a time...
He loved her.
Achingly so.
It was terrifying, this feeling.
Love turned him into someone he didn't know, made him act in ways that weren't his own, and then this... this gorgeous devastation did something worse than all the rest: It made him believe in happily ever after.
He stood at the window, his gaze taking in the seamless indigo sky. In the Fae realm there were no stars. No sun. No moon. There was day, and there was night, both achieved in a magical way they all accepted. There were no scientists here, no curious souls searching to understand why something was, or seek ways to improve it. This place was perfect -- nature's beauty and bounty, all without a single mistake in either root or petal. The Fae were connected to their world, an extension of everything around them.
There were doorways to other worlds, but the one fairies liked to visit most of all was the human world.
Humans were fascinating, he supposed. Those messy, boisterous, rude creatures always struggled against their natures and their places in the world. He knew now what that felt like -- his love for her had created within him a terrible unknowing. He no longer understood his place in this world.
He was changed.
Below, the party spilled onto the palace grounds, an even more decadent celebration than those of nights past.
Fairies loved a good party, almost as much as they loved a good wedding.
"Prince Selfish."
Her voice echoed with laughter as she entered his bedroom. She'd called him that the first time they'd met, only then she'd meant to insult him. Now, it was an endearment. He turned from his contemplation at the window and watched her close the heavy door, then cross the room. She wore a gossamer blue dress that swished around her knees and left her shoulders bare. She'd left her hair down, those silky strands falling to her waist as shiny as spun gold.
"I don't know what's happened to me," he said.
"I happened." She took his hand and lifted it to kiss his knuckles. She was always doing such things. Why did she feel so sure? It was as if she was born to love him and him alone.
He couldn't control himself.
But there were other things that were his to control.
He took hold of her glorious blonde locks and pulled until her head tilted back. He leaned down and whispered, "Do as I say."
"Yes, my darling."
His heart stuttered. Such beautiful, instant submission. It was just another of the gifts she gave him so easily. How could the person who always made him feel like he was walking on air also make him feel so grounded?
Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he kissed her deeply. With his free hand, he dipped into the front of her gown and caressed her breasts.
She moaned.
He took his time, both with the kiss and the tending of her nipples. He pinched each turgid peak between his fingers, rolling, twisting, teasing, until she quaked in his embrace.
He released her hair, and stepped back.
She stood there, her gaze on the floor, her hands folded demurely as she awaited his commands. His cock was so hard, it ached. He wanted to fuck her. And if he told her to go to the bed, lean down, and offer him her ass, she would.
He sucked in air through clenched teeth. "Take off your dress."
She rolled her shoulders and the dress swirled, sliding down her lithe body to pool like sapphires on the floor. She wore nothing underneath. Not even the usual lace scrap of underwear.
"Two days before the wedding," he said. "We're breaking tradition."

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