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FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT ~ OVER TWO MILLION BOOKS SOLD!
In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, The Frog Prince, heiress Darcy Haverford and ex-military beach bum Daniel Colvin find themselves shipwrecked on a desert island together.
Daniel may have the skills to keep them alive--but after living alone with Darcy for a week, he's not sure he has the patience to keep from wringing her spoiled neck.
But the longer they spend together, the hotter it gets on the island, until the friction between the two of them rises to a fever pitch.
What neither of them knows is that a storm is coming, and the key to their survival may be both discipline and surrender.
EXCERPT:
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Darcy demanded as he carried her back toward their camp.
She was shivering now that the sun was going down. It had taken him half a damned day to find her, and when he did, he was so furious he could barely see straight. He didn't care that she was completely naked--she'd stripped off her bikini to go wading into the fresh water pool they'd found--when he grabbed her out of the water and threw her over his shoulder.
Darcy screamed and kicked and railed at him, but Daniel ignored her, navigating his way through the dense foliage, the naked woman over one shoulder, her bikini top and bottom balled in his other fist, until he reached their camp.
He had a fire built, which provided warmth and helped keep the bugs away. Daniel dropped her on the sand near the fire and Darcy screeched, reaching for her bikini, but he tossed it behind him, out of her reach.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked again, scrambling to her feet beside him. "You have no right! I just went to take a bath. I wasn't--"
Daniel grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. She was soaking wet, shivering with cold--the days might be hot, but night temperatures varied, and tonight it was chilly. She shuddered against him, her eyes sending knives into him.
"What did I tell you I was going to do--the next time you took off?" He kept his voice level. His grip on her arm kept her from running away, but he wasn't holding her hard enough to hurt her.
"What?" She stopped trying to pull away, her attention focused on his words. "What are you talking about?"
"What did I tell you?" His enunciated each word, gripping her with both hands. He could almost wrap his hands entirely around her upper arms. "That I was going to do the next time you disappeared?"
"I--" She stared at him, the memory finally coming to her. He saw it in her eyes. The sudden panic. "No way. No fucking way. You can't be serious!"
Daniel didn't say a word.
He sat on the log they'd dragged over as a seat in front of the fire and pulled Darcy down with him, bending her over his knees. She screamed and protested and tried to get away, but the minute his hand came down on her bare ass--the sound was loud, resounding--Darcy stopped struggling. He smacked her again, this time on the other cheek, and she grunted a little, but that was all. The banshee he'd carried through the jungle had suddenly gone quiet.
"I told you to stay in camp." He smacked her again and she whimpered, but didn't scream or rail at him. "I didn't make the rules for me, you know."
Her bottom was turned up, round and pale in the moonlight, her face down near the sand. She was bracing herself with her hands, her hair hanging in her face. He smoothed a hand over her skin--he couldn't help himself. It was like a ripe peach, so tempting.
Darcy let out a little moan when he coasted his big hand over the curve of her behind.
Then his hand came down again, making her jump and gasp.
"I'm trying." Smack! "To keep." Smack! "You safe." Smack!
He looked down at her ass--rosy now instead of white. She had one of his handprints on her left cheek--from his first hard smack.
"Maybe now." Smack! "You'll follow." Smack! "The rules."
Darcy's body shook, shuddering over his legs. He felt the tension in her melt away and suddenly he realized she was sobbing, but crying silently--or as quietly as she could.
"Do you hear me?" His hand went back to her ass--it was magnetic--sliding his palm over the curve, rubbing the red spots he'd made. She quivered and moaned when he did.
"Darcy, answer me."
"Yes!" she choked. "I hear you. Loud and clear, Sir! Do you need me to salute, too?"
She whipped her head around, glaring at him, her face red and wet with tears.
"No, princess." He pulled her up, gently sitting her in his lap. He expected her to flee, to go hide in the tent, but she didn't. So he carefully put his arms around her. And she let him.
"But I do need you to follow orders," he said softly.
In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, The Frog Prince, heiress Darcy Haverford and ex-military beach bum Daniel Colvin find themselves shipwrecked on a desert island together.
Daniel may have the skills to keep them alive--but after living alone with Darcy for a week, he's not sure he has the patience to keep from wringing her spoiled neck.
But the longer they spend together, the hotter it gets on the island, until the friction between the two of them rises to a fever pitch.
What neither of them knows is that a storm is coming, and the key to their survival may be both discipline and surrender.
EXCERPT:
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Darcy demanded as he carried her back toward their camp.
She was shivering now that the sun was going down. It had taken him half a damned day to find her, and when he did, he was so furious he could barely see straight. He didn't care that she was completely naked--she'd stripped off her bikini to go wading into the fresh water pool they'd found--when he grabbed her out of the water and threw her over his shoulder.
Darcy screamed and kicked and railed at him, but Daniel ignored her, navigating his way through the dense foliage, the naked woman over one shoulder, her bikini top and bottom balled in his other fist, until he reached their camp.
He had a fire built, which provided warmth and helped keep the bugs away. Daniel dropped her on the sand near the fire and Darcy screeched, reaching for her bikini, but he tossed it behind him, out of her reach.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked again, scrambling to her feet beside him. "You have no right! I just went to take a bath. I wasn't--"
Daniel grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. She was soaking wet, shivering with cold--the days might be hot, but night temperatures varied, and tonight it was chilly. She shuddered against him, her eyes sending knives into him.
"What did I tell you I was going to do--the next time you took off?" He kept his voice level. His grip on her arm kept her from running away, but he wasn't holding her hard enough to hurt her.
"What?" She stopped trying to pull away, her attention focused on his words. "What are you talking about?"
"What did I tell you?" His enunciated each word, gripping her with both hands. He could almost wrap his hands entirely around her upper arms. "That I was going to do the next time you disappeared?"
"I--" She stared at him, the memory finally coming to her. He saw it in her eyes. The sudden panic. "No way. No fucking way. You can't be serious!"
Daniel didn't say a word.
He sat on the log they'd dragged over as a seat in front of the fire and pulled Darcy down with him, bending her over his knees. She screamed and protested and tried to get away, but the minute his hand came down on her bare ass--the sound was loud, resounding--Darcy stopped struggling. He smacked her again, this time on the other cheek, and she grunted a little, but that was all. The banshee he'd carried through the jungle had suddenly gone quiet.
"I told you to stay in camp." He smacked her again and she whimpered, but didn't scream or rail at him. "I didn't make the rules for me, you know."
Her bottom was turned up, round and pale in the moonlight, her face down near the sand. She was bracing herself with her hands, her hair hanging in her face. He smoothed a hand over her skin--he couldn't help himself. It was like a ripe peach, so tempting.
Darcy let out a little moan when he coasted his big hand over the curve of her behind.
Then his hand came down again, making her jump and gasp.
"I'm trying." Smack! "To keep." Smack! "You safe." Smack!
He looked down at her ass--rosy now instead of white. She had one of his handprints on her left cheek--from his first hard smack.
"Maybe now." Smack! "You'll follow." Smack! "The rules."
Darcy's body shook, shuddering over his legs. He felt the tension in her melt away and suddenly he realized she was sobbing, but crying silently--or as quietly as she could.
"Do you hear me?" His hand went back to her ass--it was magnetic--sliding his palm over the curve, rubbing the red spots he'd made. She quivered and moaned when he did.
"Darcy, answer me."
"Yes!" she choked. "I hear you. Loud and clear, Sir! Do you need me to salute, too?"
She whipped her head around, glaring at him, her face red and wet with tears.
"No, princess." He pulled her up, gently sitting her in his lap. He expected her to flee, to go hide in the tent, but she didn't. So he carefully put his arms around her. And she let him.
"But I do need you to follow orders," he said softly.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940156735259 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Excessica Publishing |
| Publication date: | 11/22/2016 |
| Series: | Modern Wicked Fairy Tales |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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Selena Kitt is a TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotic romance and erotica fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
website: www.selenakitt.com
facebook: www.facebook.com/selenakittfanpage
twitter: @selenakitt
blog: www.selenakitt.com/blog
Get ALL FIVE of Selena Kitt’s FREE READS
by joining her mailing list!
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Selena Kitt is a TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotic romance and erotica fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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