I love when new authors drop in with a bag full of goodies, and today is one of those days. Lila Shaw has stopped by and one lucky person who leaves a comment will find themselves the winner of a digital copy of “Vixen and the Pea”!!
Let’s get to know her a little bit first, then we’ll dive into that bag of goodies and take a peek at the book.
Lila Shaw is the pen name for a writer of works of erotica and erotic romance. She also writes adult fiction (novels and short stories in many genres) and non-fiction under the pen name of Claire Gillian.
Her erotic writings typically involve strong-willed women, and are often playful, sarcastic and even silly. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously.
Published works include All's Fair in Love and War, short stories in the Midnight Seduction and Stockings and Suspenders anthologies, all from Evernight Publishing. As Claire Gillian, her debut novel, The P.U.R.E. was released in April 2012.Lila lives in the Pacific NW with her very funny husband and two sons. She works full time as a finance/operations professional for a large insurance company.
***Now, I’m handing the reins over to Lila, so nobody bite her… but if you do, make sure to be gentle, after all, we want her to come back!!
Hi Robin and thanks for sharing your home for a bit with me and introducing me to your readers.
Vixen and the Pea is the latest offering from Evernight's Naughty Fairy Tale line and is based on one of my favorite fairy tales, "The Princess and the Pea" by Hans Christian Andersen. I always loved the trait that set apart a commoner from royalty in that story: only skin as delicate as that of a princess could feel an object as tiny as a pea when laid beneath mattress after mattress. A more humorous variation of the story, and another of my favorites is the play, "Once Upon a Mattress", which starred the wonderful Carol Burnett. In that variation, the princess wannabe receives some surreptitious aid from interested third parties and the next morning's results are a series of hilarious double-entendres. I loved that! Some say even Hans Christian Andersen's version was rather tongue-in-cheek. What better bones for a naughty fairy tale than one already steeped in innuendo?
All that stands between playboy Prince Koldo and the throne is his wife…or the lack thereof. Koldo has no desire to wed anyone, let alone the know-it-all shrew his parents favor.
Lady Otsana is fed up with the oppressive sexism that requires she hide her face, body and brains. She much prefers the sexual adventures she enjoys out of her birka-like clothing when she becomes Fleur.
Prince Koldo also has an alter ego, Bero, only Fleur is not fooled by his disguise. Just as Fleur and Bero’s attempts to best each other in the bedroom blossom into romance, Koldo reaches the end of his tether. His bride will be chosen by contest at the upcoming King’s Ball.
Otsana must make a difficult decision. Will she enter the Prince’s contest and risk all for a chance at love or will she play it safe but give up Bero forever?
The first rays of the sun seeped through the openings in the window curtains. Koldo took himself in hand and tried to stroke new life into his fallen soldier. Not a single spark could he coax from the once lively fellow. He pumped faster, but the pressure only elicited a wince. Had the wench bruised his manhood? Was such an injury even possible? With a sigh, he turned his head, prepared to concede defeat to the succubus he had bedded, a demon in the guise of a woman who had nearly sucked the life out of him.
Its eyelids were shut, lashes fanning across high, sculpted cheekbones. The demon’s dark tresses lay askew across the pillow, with a long lock trailing down over one breast. She really was a lovely creature.
He leaned closer to lay a soft kiss upon her lips and to see if she had been spying on his resurrection attempts. Lips had almost met lips when hers parted and a loud snort, like that of a pig, burst out. He recoiled snickering.
Otsana’s snores grew louder, but soon their steady cadence lulled Koldo into a drowsy state, and his eyes drooped shut one last time before sealing.
Otsana wasn’t sure if the rooster’s crowing woke her or the shaking of the bed, but both had her sitting bolt upright. Koldo no longer lay next to her but sat on the edge, pulling on his boots.
“Merde! How long have I been asleep?” she asked rubbing her eyes. No point in pretending. She’d lost their bet. The arrogant Prince of Basqueland had bested her. No man had ever outlasted her in bed before. How had this bastard done it?
Koldo turned and smiled. “Since the first light of dawn at least. I was all set to pounce upon you once again when the most unholy noise came forth from your mouth. My lady, you snore … loudly.”
“I do not!” Otsana gathered the sheets to her breasts and scanned the room for her clothes.
“You most certainly do.” He leaned over to fetch something from the ground that he tossed to her. Her shift. Another lean produced a single black stocking.
She remembered its mate had been pressed into service and indeed was still tied to the bedpost. A wicked smile passed across her lips as she untied it. Perhaps another night with this rogue wasn’t the worst means of settling a wager. “I will concede that I have lost our bet … but not that I snore.”
A deep booming laugh caught her off guard. She’d expected him to crow about winning, yet he’d not spoken a word about it thus far.
“As you wish. Seeing as my carnal needs were thwarted by your … softly slumbering self, ‘twas not snoring I heard but my own disappointed hopes.
Otsana gave him a sidelong glance. “Another night we said?”
“Aye, my lady, on the date of my choosing.”
She gathered her stocking and prepared to slip it over her foot, when he stilled her hand and took the stocking. He turned toward her and slowly unrolled the woolen knitwear over her foot and up her leg, his fingers lightly skimming her skin during their trek. A sigh escaped her lips. Why did his touch affect her this way?
His mission complete, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Three nights hence, meet me here at sunset. I’ll leave a note for you with the innkeeper telling you which room.”
She nodded, unable to tear her gaze away. When he ran hasty fingers through his disheveled hair, the moment was broken, and they both turned their attention elsewhere. He appeared as puzzled as she felt.
“Very well. Three nights.” She drew on her other stocking, pretending to be engrossed in her task while she sifted through a muddle of emotions.
The bed jiggled when Koldo stood to slip on his coat, the only remaining garment he had not donned. He strode to the door, which he opened halfway then paused and glanced back at her.
Her brows lifted in question, and she waited for him to say something, but no words came. The man himself moved, heavy-footed, back to the bed where she sat and without a word, snatched her into his arms. The kiss he planted was commanding and thorough. Otsana’s bones began to liquefy, but before she could embarrass herself by begging him to stay a while longer, he wrenched his mouth away.
“Three nights,” he said, and with a curt nod of his head, left.
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