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Fairy tales taught me the beauty of a guaranteed happily ever after, a rule all romances follow. Perhaps for this reason, I read and write them almost exclusively. Of the many (R-rated) HEAs I've written, 3 are retellings of stories by the Brothers Grimm–Operation Owl, Tower in the Woods, and Catching Red. This hop gives me the perfect opportunity to share a snippet from each.
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Five years ago, Maya Jain kissed her best friend only to have him run out of her dorm room and leave the state. But when his hacker ways land him in a world of trouble, she's the one he turns to for help. As their physical relationship picks up where it left off, she decides it’s time to make him see her as more than the bespectacled, bookish girl he once called “Owl.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me some questions first?”
Maya frowned. “Like what?”
“Whether or not I’m guilty of espionage, for one.”
Though hampered by his hands, she managed a shrug. “It doesn’t matter. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“It depends on your definition.” It took a moment before Zack realized he’d blurted the words out loud. Judging from the way her dark brows drew together, they’d zeroed in on the exact same memory.
Friends didn’t kiss. Given, they’d shared just the one, and he’d hightailed it out of her life almost immediately after, but the unfortunate lip-lock would always complicate the question of where they stood. And if someone asked him right then to slot their relationship into a neat little box, “friends” wouldn’t be it. Why? For one, he hadn’t thought about anything but kissing her for the past three minutes. Considering every branch of the all-powerful but dumb-as-fuck US government had painted a bright-red bulls-eye on his ass, his inconvenient reaction was a testament to their complicated status.
Scarlet “Red” Ryding is on a mission. To prevent mass suicide, she must fulfill her grandmother’s evil wishes and return posthaste. With knives in hand, she dives headfirst into an abandoned hospital full of zombies. But after getting trapped within, she is forced to accept help from the world’s most dangerous predator—a man.
He was taller than all the men she’d encountered. His shoulders were broad; his limbs were long. She couldn’t see his face, and a black cap covered his head. But something about him felt familiar.
Her heart pounded. It was a matter of time before he realized she was perched above him. She needed to act now. As her body fell through the air, her arms looped to secure both blades against his neck. By the time her feet met the ground, dual lines of blood marred his pale white skin. It was a silent warning.
He lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for someone to follow in his wake. No one came.
A gust of wind made the leaves rustle. A familiar musky scent filled her lungs. Realizing who he was, she froze even before she heard his voice.
“You’re not going to use those, are you, Red?” Marcus’ tone was relaxed and confident. Her mind reeled. It was all the distraction he needed.
He stepped back toward her before capturing both her wrists. He pushed them apart, released one of her hands, and swung her forward. Using her own momentum, he circled her body. His free arm rose and wrapped around her neck.
Years after the zombie apocalypse, Dane Prince is sent to investigate a mysterious feminist cult. Before long, he finds himself dangling from a tower, clutching a rope of hair. The tower’s resident wants a lesson on sex, and Dane doesn’t mind teaching her to fulfill his darkest desires.
Once all the zombies following the human were incapacitated, Nel returned her attention to the initial dilemma. The shadow was now close enough she could see it without the scope so she flipped on the safety of her M24 and pulled out the five-round detachable magazine before unloading the chamber and lowering her weapon. The draw of the human’s blood had flushed out most of the zombies within the vicinity so Nel was pretty certain she wouldn’t have to use the rifle again tonight. Any zombie within sniffing distance of the human had just been eliminated.
Still undecided about what to do, Nel peeked through the small window and looked downward. The shadow had finally reached the Tower and fumbled around the walls, looking for an opening. She could have told her uninvited visitor there was no door, that the Tower had long since been sealed with brick and cemented over, and the spiral wooden staircase leading up to her quarters blown to smithereens. But other than the few monosyllabic answers she occasionally muttered in Mother Gothel’s presence, Nel hadn’t spoken to anyone in eleven long years, and she didn’t particularly want to start now.
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