Bone Mother Chronicles, 1
Ella has spent her life buried in ash.
Trapped in a decaying manor ruled by a cruel stepmother and haunted by restless spirits, she survives by staying silent and invisible. But when the kingdom announces the Crescent Moon Ball, Ella makes a desperate bargain with the ancient entity known as the Bone Mother.
In exchange for a gown, a carriage, and three nights at the prince’s ball, Ella gives up pieces of herself … her reflection, her memories, and eventually her very identity.
Prince Robert carries a curse of his own. Born into a bloodline bound to darkness, the ball is his final chance to find a bride powerful enough to balance the monster growing inside him.
The moment Robert and Ella meet, their connection ignites.
But magic always demands payment.
And the Bone Mother never forgets a debt.
In this dark Cinderella retelling, a cursed prince meets the girl the kingdom tried to bury. Two monsters fall in love … and together they might burn the kingdom to the ground.
Be Warned: anal sex
Excerpt:
I lean in. “Will you come with me?”
She tilts her head and smiles like a hungry she-wolf. “And if I say yes?”
I return her smile. “I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
Once more she places her palm against mine. A tingle runs from my palm through the rest of my body as I lead her out of the ballroom and down a hallway. I push open the first door we reach and escort her inside. Behind me, I lock the door, needing to know we will not be interrupted.
Turning, I see that I have closed us in the library. Ella walks along the shelves, her fingers skimming along the titles, her beauty bathed in moonlight.
“Did you bring me here to read me a fairytale?” she asks, but I can hear the laughter she tries to hide.
“A fairytale is the furthest thing from my mind,” I reply, crossing the room to reach her. I turn her around to face me and back her against the bookshelf.
A gasp falls from her lips as she stares up at me with her azure-colored gaze. I don’t ask for permission or give her a chance to push me away before my lips descend on hers. I kiss her like I have been craving for years, like this moment is the only one I will ever have.
She melts in my grip, kissing me back. Her arms twine around my neck as her fingers sift through my hair. A shiver of pleasure works through my body as my hands glide down her sides to grip her hips, roughly. She moans loudly and I feel my darkness taking hold.
Slowly, I step away from her. Her face is flushed, her breasts heaving beneath the dark material of her gown.
“Take off your dress,” I demand.
She smiles demurely. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I want to fuck you in nothing but those fucking shoes.”
She blushes deeply but does as I ask. Slowly, she pushes the straps from her shoulders and allows the material to skim her body before pooling around her feet. My mouth dries as she steps away from her dress and toward me. She is beautifully naked, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I want to lay her on the carpet and feast on her body, but I know we don’t have the time for that tonight. Once I have chosen her as my bride, I can do whatever I want.
For now, I just need to feel her around me.
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