Hot Screeching Excerpt - Happily Ever After
By Elizabeth Black
Published By Scarlet Magazine In 2004
Word Count: 3,174
Genre: Erotic Fantasy/Fairy Tell Retelling
Heat Level: Scorching!
HAPPILY EVER AFTER - EXCERPT
Cinderella grabbed a bread roll in one slender hand and threw it into the fire. Cinders flew in the air. Wood sparked and sizzled as much as she did. She wailed. She pulled her hair. She stomped her feet. She banged her delicate fists on the table, making the red grapes jump in their silver bowl.
"If you don't stop that incessant racket, I'll tie you up myself."
She snatched up another roll, whirled towards the voice and pitched the bread with all her strength. The man who caught it without effort was so luscious she caught her breath.
Six feet of muscle, sinew and cheeky attitude stood before her. His long mane of blond hair was tied from behind in a black velvet ribbon. A triangular black velvet chapeau tipped jauntily on his head. A brocade and velvet coat in paisley colours, predominately emerald green, draped across strong, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Long, muscled legs were wrapped in tight black cloth pants and tall leather boots. A satin sash encircled his waist. His grin was so broad that it creased the corners of the brightest blue eyes Cinderella had ever seen.
He was definitely not from the neighbourhood.
"Who are you? Get the hell out of my palace before I call the guards."
"Down, girl. Calm yourself. I'm here to help you. After all, you called me."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't call anyone."
"Dressed in that little nightie having a scorching temper tantrum, you most certainly did call me." He crossed the room and pressed a piece of paper into her hand. "My card."
It read: SEX COACH - DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL BEINGS. An Equal Opportunity Employer.
She realised that she did, indeed, stand before him dressed only in a sheer nightgown. Suddenly embarrassed, she wrapped her arms tightly around her ample breasts. She stared at the card for a few moments, and then she recognized the organization. She stared at him, back at the card, and back at him.
"You're not my Fairy Godmother," she said stupidly.
"Good Heaven's, no," he laughed. "That old cow wouldn't know what to do with your problem if it came up and bit her on the arse."
She said nothing. She could only continue to stare at him, standing with her arms covering herself like Botticelli's painting of Venus. Where did he come from? How did he get in? She thought she had returned that lamp to the market weeks ago…