Guest Post: Elyzabeth VaLey
Please welcome fellow Wednesday Briefs blogger Elyzabeth VaLey. She’s here to talk about her new Naughty Fairy Tale release, Blind Beauty, and to give us a fun little quiz.
Thank you for having me!
Fairy tales… fantasy, magic, and sometimes a lesson or two to be learned. They were always such great fun to read as children, so why not continue the tradition as adults?
Blind Beauty is a Naughty Fairy Tale. You know what that means, right? *wiggles eyebrows* It has magic, a lesson or two, lots of love and some hot scenes. There is also adventure, of course. James Macintosh, our handsome (though he doesn’t think so) hero finds certain things in his path that lead him into Richard’s arms. He makes some appropriate (or maybe not?) decisions. Take the quiz and find out how you would fare if you were in his place.
You are on your way home when your horse stops moving and a child comes running into your arms. You hear a woman calling her name in the distance. You:
a. - Push the child off you and run away.
b. - Pull out your sword and confront the woman. (What if it isn’t her mother?)
c. - Ask the child if the woman calling her is her mother.
The woman gives you the heebie jeebies. She’s friendly enough but there’s something about her that you can’t pinpoint. You:
a. – Hand her the child and run away.
b. - Stab the woman and run away.
c. – Chat with the woman and offer to help her. (They’re on their way to town after all and the weather is lousy.)
You’ve just said goodbye to the child and the strange woman, who has helped you get your horse moving again, (strange that you didn’t see that thorn in her hoof and you checked twice), when it starts to snow heavily. You:
a. – Curse your luck and return in the direction you came from.
b.- Brave the storm and continue towards your destiny.
c. – Turn back in search of the woman and the child. (They’ll never make it to town in this weather!)
Uh-oh, you’re lost. You:
– You sit under a tree and pray that you don’t freeze to death.
– You’re never lost.
– You search for a place to brave off the storm.
Results
a. Running away… tsc. tsc. That’s not going to get you anywhere.
b. Heroes have to stop and think every once in a while. Pulling out your sword for everything might not be the best solution.
c. Congratulations! If you picked all C then you’re following James’s footsteps and are on the right track to find your one true love. Albeit, you still have some difficulties to go through…
Blurb:
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength. Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?
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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Excerpt:
He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?
Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.
