Slumber by Cassandra Dean *Giveaway
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About The Book
Author: Cassandra Dean
Genre: Fantasy Romance / Erotic Romance
The Tailor has been tasked to find the princess…
Upon decree from his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He didn’t expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.
The princess must become the Queen…
Thalia has always known she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.
However, not everyone desires the princess’s return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?
Sebastian, the Tailor to the KIng, is sent to rescue the Princess Thalia. Its time for her Comfirmation to the Crown. But there are dark forces at work, and when Thalia’s life is threatened and they have to run, with guards, Thalia realises that there is more the the Tailor than he lets on.
A fairy tale adaptation of The Glass Coffin, Brothers Grimm. Its not one I’ve read before, so this was all new to me, and a new to me author too, and it was delicious! (I know, I know, but it was!)
Its a great little story, with some action and drama, and so much love between Sebastian and Thalia, but neither will admit at, till Thalia’s life is in danger. I loved the interaction between them, especially when Thalia pulled her Princess pants up and got all high and mighty with Sebastian, and didn’t he just love that!
Its only short, 122 pages, about an hour and a half reading time for me, but it packs a little bit of everything in, andits very well packed in! Erotica, fairy tales, fantasy, a little steam punky too. I’m filing on Fairy tale retells, short stories, and hangover cures.
Fabulous little read and I will certainly look out for more by this author AND more in this series. OH! Having a quick look, each book in the series is by a different author. Lots for me to look.
4.5 fangs, simply because it is short. No other reason at all, I very rarely give 5 fangs to short stories.
**really cute little tale!**
Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SLUMBER, is part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales and features Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty. Her next novel, SILK & SCARS, is part of her popular Silk Series, featuring Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever after.
Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next tale.
Visit Cassandra’s website at http://cassandradean.com
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Contact Cassandra at firstname.lastname@example.org
Giveaway for an eBook copy of one of the books from the author’s backlist on Decadent Publishing, a signed Slumber post card and a magnet
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The discordant note of a missed strike sounded rose from the coffin, followed by a terse mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?
A sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she wouldn’t curse as if she were a dockworker Maybe it was his source had lied about the gear worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile royal.
No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not going to waste any more time on this.
So decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used to quell conversation.
The woman in the coffin—the princess, damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared at him.
His breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock hardening in his too-thin breeches.
Thrice-damned god, but she was arresting.
Wild ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious black eyes pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes revealed more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the middle of her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine skin, the dull, off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather harness of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft brown leather capped with steel.
Quite insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
She had to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.
“Doing?” he said.
She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her action plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a workroom and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that could harm her, the object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers herself.”
“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his most charming smile and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder. “I am the Tailor, and I have been sent to fetch you home.”
Opening her eyes, Thalia leaned into the wind and the sea. She’d missed it. She couldn’t believe how she’d missed it. Queenstor was set upon the sea, and she’d spent her life on boats. She’d not set foot on one since she’d left, and it was a comfort to feel the roil and shift beneath her feet once more.
Turning her back on the sea, she searched out Sebastian. Another comfort. He sat near the mast, a greenish cast to his skin and a large book of paper discarded at his side. He had not taken well to this voyage, though, four days in, he seemed to be gaining his legs.
She still couldn’t figure him. He was a mass of contrasts. He would act the courtier, delicate and intolerant, but then drag her through the streets of Dyerston to safety. He would have not a care beyond the press of his garments, but then wrap himself in pre-made clothing that fitted ill and dulled his brilliance. He was vain and practical and proud and resourceful and a hundred other things that pushed and pulled at each other. Which was the real him? Which was Sebastian?
His hair glinted gold in the sun. She’d been so surprised when she’d seen his natural color, blond, and his eyes were grey-blue. His hands, without the ever-present gloves, were strong and covered in old nicks and scars, his fingers long and sensitive, the nails showing remnants of great care that the journey to find her had destroyed.
Whoever he was, whatever he was, she found herself thinking of him too often. She thought of his hands and how they would feel against her skin. She thought of his hair and how it would feel sliding through her fingers. She thought of his mouth and how she wanted it on her own.
Exhaling, she wrapped her arms about herself. She wanted him. It wasn’t going away and was only growing stronger.
Sebastian paused outside their cabin, his fingers curled around the door handle. Leaning his forehead against the rough wood, he exhaled. You can do it, man. You can ignore her.
For a week, they’d shared a cabin, and for a week, he’d struggled to resist temptation incarnate. Thalia brushing her hair. The rustle of cloth as Thalia changed clothing behind the screen. The even sound of her breath as she slept. A man could only endure so much, and he was rapidly approaching his breaking point.
This evening he’d attended the captain’s dinner in a vain effort to garner much-needed distance, but all he’d done was think of her. What she’d been doing while he pushed his first course about his plate. If she would’ve enjoyed the intricately prepared second course. If she was at her bath during the dessert course, soaping the golden skin of her arms, dragging the washcloth over her breasts, pushing it between her legs over and over and over….
Breath exploding, he pressed his forehead harder against the door. Gods, he had to stop this. She was his princess. He couldn’t feel this lust for her. Nothing could come of it, and he would only make for himself a frustrated bed should he continue. It didn’t matter that she’d kissed him earlier that day, that maybe she wanted him as he wanted her. It didn’t matter.
Straightening, he turned the handle decisively and strode into the room, arranging a smile that he knew would dazzle upon his face. He faltered as soon as he saw her, the smile frozen.
Thalia sprawled casually on the bed, her back propped by pillows she’d gathered from her sleeping area and the one he’d made on the pallet on the floor, her knee bent as she read a book she’d appropriated from somewhere. Her skirt was rucked up about her knees, her bodice half undone in deference to the warm night air, and she twined a piece of hair about her finger, her lip caught between her teeth.
All-too-familiar lust rushed through him as she looked up, her frown of concentration lighting to a smile when she saw it was him. He wanted to taste the damp skin of her throat, wanted to take the book from her hands and cover her mouth with his.