Beast: The Untold Legend by Shoshanna Evers
Publication date: October 1st 2015Genres: Erotica, Paranormal, Romance
Deflowering the princess may just save her life.
Princess Justine makes an unlikely ally when she storms into the stables and finds an angry, devastatingly handsome young man tending to her mare. Victor belongs to her soon-to-be Queen mother-in-law, and he has the whip marks on his muscled back to prove it.
The Queen, an enchantress well-accomplished in the art of black magic, turns Victor into a creature like no other. He’s a ten foot tall beastly wall of muscle, animalistic sinew, and savagery ready to unleash every primal urge coiled within him. At the Queen’s command, he kidnaps Justine on her wedding day to the prince — but refuses to kill her. Instead, he keeps her safe by turning her from a threat to the Queen’s power into a ruined woman who will never ascend the throne.
Now the Beast holds his princess captive in the woods, his focus on only one mission: deflower her and get her with child before the queen comes back to kill Justine herself. But as their tentative alliance forms, both Victor and Justine can’t help but wonder— what if being together is their chance for true love?
Excerpt:
The
idea of being used by a beast like the one who held her captive now
made Justine’s breath short, her pulse race. His display of
strength and agility so far made it clear she’d never be able to
outrun him, or fight him. Under his control, she’d been rendered
completely helpless.
Being
a princess would mean nothing out here, deep in the forest. Any
privilege she thought she’d had was stripped away when she was
alone with someone who didn’t give a damn about her title.
Just
like with her handsome stable boy—Victor Gerard. Once he’d known
she wasn’t going to tattle on him—and how could she, if it would
only serve to get a rightfully angry, abused young man even more
punishment?—he had shown her who would be in charge behind closed
doors.
No
one had ever dared treat her that way before. And God help her, she
liked it. It aroused a feeling of fear that skated the edge of
desire… to be taken in hand the way he did, touching her with
impunity as if she belonged to him, holding her under his control.
Her
breath quickened. What was wrong with her?
And
just like with Victor, the beast had her alone to do whatever he
wished.
The
beast had taken her so far away from the kingdom that the guards
would never find her, even if they continued to pursue them. By
running down streams wherever he could, the beast had effectively
covered their tracks.
Finally,
after countless miles of running through the dense forest that
surrounded the kingdom, the beast stopped.
Thank
God.
He
plucked her off his shoulder and set her down on the pine-needle and
moss-covered ground. Her relief was quickly replaced by fear. What
would he do to her now?
Her
legs were so shaky from having tensed her muscles in terror the whole
time he’d been absconding with her that her knees buckled, and she
fell on the ground in an inglorious heap.
“Beast,”
she said, trying to steady the tremble in her voice. “I have no
quarrel with you, sir. Please don’t hurt me.”
To
her surprise, the beast dropped down on all fours to be closer to
her, and shook his massive head. A lock from his dark mane fell over
his blue-gray eyes, and Justine paused. It made no sense for him to
remind her of…Victor.
Maybe
it was just that feeling they inspired in her that drew the
comparison in her mind. That feeling she got when she stood on the
edge of a cliff and stared down, and wondered what it would feel like
to jump if only she had wings to keep her from crashing. Staring at
the beast now, he felt like both the cliff…and the wings.
“I
had no choice but to take you, princess,” he said, his voice
gravelly and deep. “Do not run from me.”
The
cadence of his low voice sounded familiar, but that didn’t make
sense.
“You’re
not real,” Justine said. “I fainted at my wedding and hit my
head; I’m sure of it.”
The
beast loomed over her, covering her with his body, so there would be
no escape. “I am real.”
“Please,
do not harm me, Beast, I beg you.”
“I
will not harm you,” he said. “Look at me, princess. You
know me.”
No.
This wasn’t real. “You are a figment of my imagination. There is
no beast like you in nature.”
His
face was millimeters from her own. He pressed his cheek to hers, his
rough whiskers prickling her own delicate skin.
Goosebumps
raised along her arms. If it were a dream, would she be feeling that?
“I
am real,” he growled. “But you are right about one thing,
princess. I am not natural.”
“Please
wake up,” she shouted, hoping it would jolt her out of her
nightmare.
With
a dangerous smile that bared his fangs, the beast gripped her arm.
“This is no dream. Shall I pinch you, and prove it?”
“Yes,”
she said, with a boldness she didn’t feel. This nightmare was going
on too long—
The
beast raised one thick eyebrow…though the eyebrow blended in on his
face, which was covered in smooth short hairs that did nothing to
hide his strong jaw and high cheekbones.
He
picked her up off the ground, his large hands so human if not for the
claws that adorned them. Yet they weren’t paws. He definitely had
fingers, holding her firmly under her buttocks.
Each
one sent a line of heat through her chilled flesh.
The
claws that had torn her gown earlier didn’t touch her now. Had
he…retracted them? Like a cat?
With
a groan that sounded too much like raw satisfaction for her
sensibilities, he pinched a handful of the flesh on her bottom.
The
jolt of pain made her yelp in surprise. *Pinches in a dream shouldn’t
hurt.*
He
dropped his mouth to her neck, his whiskers scratching her delicate
skin, and nibbled her ear. It didn’t hurt, despite his sharp fangs.
He wasn’t tasting her…he was toying with her.
His
tongue was soft sandpaper against her fragile skin, like a cat
tongue. It tickled and made her restless, unable to keep still his
arms.
He
pulled away from her ear to stare into her eyes. She couldn’t look
away as he growled softly and pinched each handful of her ass cheeks
again, holding her flesh hostage even as she squirmed against him.
This
is not a dream.
“Stop!”
she gasped, struggling to be free of his iron grip.
Her
attempts to move her bottom away from his hands only served to press
her mound against torso. Quick as could be, the beast adjusted one
hand to grab the junction of her thighs, forcing a moan from her
mouth.
“Am
I real to you now, Justine?”
He
knew her name. He used her name as if he knew her.
Author Bio:
The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.
Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.
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Email: shoshanna.evers@yahoo.com
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