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Title: Sin's Pleasure
Series: Happily Never Happened #1
Author: LeTeisha Newton
What if Happily Ever Afters were from a place called Elsia? What if they kept that world going and intact? And what if the Fairy Godmother, young and naive, got it wrong?
Welcome to Happily Never Happened, where fairy tales are real, sexier than sin, and sweeter than deliverance. Where Fantasy Ave is a place to see your pleasures satisfied, and the stakes raised - for a price. And then meet the ladies of Fantasy Ave, hidden gems in our world, who come from the world of Elsia, escaping the hell of their Happily Ever Afters, and offered the chance, with one last wish, to find love again.
SIN married her Prince Charming, escaping into the palace and becoming one of the four queens that ruled Elsia. That glass slipper seemed to fit on the right foot - that was until Charming showed her that she meant nothing to him, and even less to others after her story was over. Sin recreated herself, tossing aside her tiara and ballgown, for stilettos and a whip - because she calls the shots now. Never again is she going to be someone's sub who doesn't know the meaning of Dominance, and never again is she going to let someone open her heart again.
And she's right. Someone can't do it. She needs two: Tobias, her trusted bodyguard, and Zuriah, a wolf of Rose's pack, to claim her, and show her just how much she's missing. Show her how much Charming didn't know about love, and that being broken only means that she can be fixed.
Now available from Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tales, be ready to delve into a hot read of desire, love, and redemption.
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Excerpt 1
If Sin hadn’t learned anything else in
the world, it was that Fairy Godmothers sucked, happily ever afters never happened, and she wasn’t in the mood
to deal with another worthless Prince Charming who didn’t know how to keep his
dick in his pants.
Yeah, she thought. Love
was a bitch.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe it
could happen. Hell, she’d been the stupid little girl once, abused by her
filthy step-sisters and step-mother because her father had been bespelled by
the sorceress witch. Sin remembered her mother, and the relationship her mother
had with Sin’s father. That had been a couple really in love, and it was the
only shining example that Sin ever had in her life. Because, surely, marrying
the damn Prince of Elsia had been the worst
decision her now cold heart had ever made simply because a Fairy Assmother
had put her damn hand in it.
It hadn’t taken long after the blissful
nuptials to find Prince Charming riding good old Rapunzel in her damn tower
because they would have some privacy. Or to find him jumping Aurora’s bones
because, why not, Zel’s own knight liked playing around with Maleficent anyway.
Even Sin thought Mal was more fun and should have put a longer sleep spell on
Aurora and then everyone would have been happy. Aurora hadn’t been the nicest
or princesses anyway, before she’d been put to sleep. Sin wouldn’t trust a
woman who liked sleeping with men that didn’t belong to her, and Mal had put
Aurora out of her own misery putting her to sleep until she’d found true love.
A little tame, by most standards, but it worked. At least Mal might have a
chance to get her knight back … That was if she wanted him. The only thing a
Fairy Godmother did for Sin was send her as far away from Elsia as possible, in
another time and place, where she could be her own woman, and forget the need
of having in man in her life.
Things were so much better now because
of that—well, as long as she ignored the one man that tugged at her
heartstrings and made her want to climb him.
“Sin, Ace in on stage four, and the
women are going crazy,” Walter, her head of floor security said to her over the
communications unit in her ear. He was a welcome distraction from the head of
her overall security detail.
Or did she just think about him again? Ugh.
“Tell him there’s a Bachelorette party
coming in to booth fifteen when he’s done. They have requested him personally
this evening. Tell Franco that he might have to entertain Rose’s boys tonight,
and have Sloane with him if they have a larger party,” Sin sent back, mentally
tallying how much the private parties alone had filled her register already.
Franco, Barbie, and Sloane were her LGBT clientele favorites, and they brought
in quite a penny from drunk frat boys and corporate events. Barbie, especially,
because she could give the best of both worlds. Ace was Sin’s lead stripper,
and women just went gaga over his piecing blue eyes and blond curls.
Something about him looking like the
dude playing Achilles. Sin could appreciate the draw. He just wasn’t her type.
Not rugged enough. She liked her sex rough, nasty, and just a bit dangerous.
Pretty boy slick didn’t appeal. Too much like the asshole she’d left behind.
Tobias isn’t a pretty boy and can give
you just what you want. Her treacherous thoughts were going to be
the death of her tonight. She didn’t need to think about Tobias. She needed to
work and make sure her place was going like it should be. Plus, when she was
working she was the one doling out punishment to women and men alike, and
Tobias didn’t take punishment. He gave it. No one touched her, not anymore, and
he’d want to. A few humps in the dark had taught her that felt as empty as her
farce of a marriage. She liked making money and spending it. She loved fixing
others, so they never had to go through what she went through. An impossible
feat, but it kept her warm at night. She didn’t need him there.
“Need more vodka at bar three,” Trix,
her head bartender, called to her. Rule one in a strip club, have female
bartenders. Women didn’t really care about standing at the bar all night ogling
hot guys just within reach if there weren’t any there, and didn’t worry too
much how much they were drinking.
“Then get your ass over to the back and
get it,” Sin ordered. “Have Rachel take over for you until you are done. Stock
all the bars tonight. We’ve got three parties and Rose is coming by with her
brood. It’s going to get wild.”
Rose. Now that was a girl that knew how
to party. One of the other misfits that resided on Fantasy Ave, Rose was Sin’s
right hand. She ran Spirits Emporium, which exclusively stocked the alcoholic
beverages of every company on Fantasy Avenue—from Ari’s Glide and Slide to
Blanche’s Poison Apple. Home to the women their worthless Fairy Godmother had
screwed in their happily never afters, they’d bonded together and created a
world of pleasure, entertainment, and, well, sometimes more pointed desires.
“Speak of the devil,” Sin said, spinning
on her six inch, thigh-high, black leather boots when she saw Rose enter Sin’s
Pleasure, the premier all male review club on the East coast. Sin tossed her
light pink hair over her shoulder, smiling and waiting as Rose came closer. Sin
had gone for gothic caramel seductress tonight with a PVC corset around her
waist with a pastel pink bra to top it off. She had black elbow fingerless
gloves with pretty pink bows up the sleeve. She rocked smoky eyes with a tar
black lipstick. Most of her clients came from her advertising, but, every once
in a while, one of Rose’s guys wanted to play. Rose wore an all red leather
suit, her trademark color, that looked more like she could be someone’s fantasy
for the night. Her red curls were wild around her heart-shaped face.
“Good to see you made it,” Sin said to
Rose with a smile.
“You know I would. Not all pleasure
tonight though,” Rose added.
“Oh? What’s up?” Sin asked, eyes
scanning the crowd for any problems.
“Your office?” Rose returned, already
turning around and heading to the back of the club. Rose nodded to some of her
guys, six of the big boys at that, as she passed the bar they waited at for
drinks. They enjoyed the show, and Rose liked bringing them in for a private party
every once in a while. Their dancers were always paid handsomely, and Sin had a
feeling it was in more ways than one. Sin would have to ask to watch one time.
Sin hurried to lead Rose into her area,
unlocking her back door and then heading upstairs. The noise from the club
dampened as they went higher, the noise cancelation Sin had installed had been
for her as much for peace of mind as for her clients when they went to her
dungeon. The private quarters housed Sin’s loft apartment, her office, and her dungeon,
much farther back. Tobias, her guard, waved at her as she passed him to go into
her office. That was his post, and it helped when she had clients. A former
medic in the Marines, Tobias could handle himself, and anyone else for that
matter, and was cool under pressure. Sin relied on him when she did her job, to
make sure everyone stayed safe.
And if she could open her heart, he’d
keep her safe too. She could see it in his vivid green eyes. But she couldn’t.
They’d never stepped on that boundary, not once, but it sizzled between them
whenever she looked at him. She could feel her body getting hot, even now as he
tossed a mischievous smile her way. God the man was sex on a stick with his
buzz cut brown hair and brawny shape. He was as big as a linebacker but quick
enough to blitz attack. She craved his touch more than she could admit. It
didn’t help that he was covered in tattoos and rode a mean Harley. Rough and
dirty sex was all she saw when she looked at him. Just what she needed. She
just didn’t need the attachment that came with it. But she didn’t trust anyone
to have her back like him, so he stayed. She didn’t think she could make him go
if she wanted to. She hurried to her office, not wanting his eyes on her any
longer.
Once in her office, Rose sat on the
couch against the wall as Sin sat at her desk before she spoke. “What can I do
for you Rose?”
“I’ve got a client for you.”
“You know this isn’t how it goes. I have
to talk to them, find out their needs, what they like, what they don’t. I have
to know what they hope to get from our sessions, and gauge if it’s what I’ll
provide,” Sin answered, already shaking her head.
“It’s one of my pack, Sin,” Rose said,
closing her eyes with a sigh. Sin froze. It wasn’t often that Rose talked about
her pack, or even called them that. Sin had gotten used to calling Rose’s pack
her boys. It wasn’t actually correct, but it helped keep down confusion. When Rose
had been in Elsia, she’d been known as Little Red. Her Fairy Godmother had
thought, mistakenly, that Rose wanted her Big Bad Wolf gone, and put the
lumberjack in the wolf’s way to get chopped to little doggy bag pieces. Rose?
She’d been crushed. The wolf had been everything that Rose had ever wanted, and
had changed her into a werewolf to live with him. He’d been hiding in the
grandmother’s house to come visit Rose, not to kill her and her grandmother.
Rose had taken over his pack and forced the Fairy to send them all where Sin
had been sent, to the human world. Rose would do anything for her pack,
anything. Even ask for Sin’s help.
“I’m listening,” Sin said then.
“Zuriah won’t yield,” Rose said after a
minute.
“To you?”
“To anyone. He doesn’t want to be the
alpha, and I don’t want him to either. We aren’t mates. But he won’t yield to
my authority, or to any of the males. They can’t mount him without coming away
bloody. He can’t mount them because they are dominant and can’t take being a
bottom. He won’t take a mate, no one grabs his attention. He’s causing chaos in
the pack order.”
Sin knew that Rose’s pack acted more
like wolves in the wild. Males could mount males like they did a woman. It was
about dominance and love at once. There was no sense of heterosexual versus
homosexual. They simply were. Love was love, and it didn’t matter a stitch who
they found it with. So Sin was sure that wasn’t the issue. He needed to be
taught how to accept dominance, or he needed to learn that he was dominant and,
perhaps, start his own pack if he wouldn’t take Rose.
“I’ll need to talk to him, Rose. Need to
know where his head is. If I can do it, I will.”
“Your rate still 250 an hour?” Rose
asked.
“Not for you.”
“I pay my way, Sin. Next shipment of top
shelf is on me. How about that?” Sin knew a shipment of top shelf liquor to her
establishment was big bucks, but she knew that Rose wouldn’t take no for an
answer.
“Fine, Rose. Get him to me, and I’ll
take it from there.”
“Won’t have to wait that long. He’s
here. Got time to talk now?”
“Doesn’t look like I have a choice,” Sin
muttered as Rose closed her eyes again. The pack could speak with telepathy and
Sin always felt her hair stand on end when Rose used it near her. After a
moment Rose opened her eyes again.
“He’s heading back here. He can follow
my scent.”
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
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