• Brynn Paulin

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It sucks to be a fairy with no fairytale ending…

Dara is a fairy, and she doesn’t like it. But what’s a girl to do when she’s the fifth daughter of the fifth generation? The fifth daughter is always a fairy. Dara uses magic to hide her nature while she lives as a human, but one thing is sure to blow her cover. Sex. Hot out of control sex.

On the eve of her wedding to the most boring human she could find, another man, the Prince of Fairy, arrives intent on two things: Making Dara reveal her wings and claiming her as his very own. By whatever means necessary.

Warning: This taboo fairytale is not your usual Brynn fare. If you’re looking for a nice safe, read, this is not it. If you’re looking for a super-sexy fairy who discovers her naughty side, well…you’ve been warned.


Dara knew two things at once. She’d never reacted as deeply to anyone or anything. The other was that she’d controlled her wings. Sort of. She felt them protruding slightly against her blouse, but they weren’t full flung.

Quickly, she retracted them as the stranger set aside the candle and reached for his fly. His intention shone clear in his steadfast green gaze. Suddenly, her senses plowed back into place.

What the hell had she just done?

She had to get out of here. Now. If she let him inside her, it was all over. She’d never control her reactions. She’d never be able to settle into a tame marriage. And she didn’t even know this stranger’s name, or anything about him.

A tremble snaked along her limbs. He was dangerous, and he had some sort of an agenda. That was apparent. Why else would he have come here and done what he’d done, made her feel…

It was nothing short of a miracle that she’d managed to keep from transforming before him. It was a miracle she wouldn’t squander.

Hastily, she drew her shredded spell around her. Taking him by surprise, she shoved his chest. Hard. She may as well have shoved a wall for all he moved. Drawing back her feet, she kicked them into his belly before he could react to her first volley.

She’d lost a shoe somewhere, but in the whole scheme of things, it didn’t matter. He’d moved just enough that she could dodge around him. She dashed to the door, gimped into a stumbling shuffle by the low-heeled-pump-bare-foot combo. Thank God, he’d ripped her panties and they weren’t around her ankles. That would have made for a short-lived escape. She’d be flat on her face and he, she suspected, would be over her.

An inappropriate rush of arousal tightened her womb. Why the hell did that errant thought excite her? She should be running faster. A guilty part of her wondered if she’d even protest if he caught her. Even a little?

She couldn’t let him catch her. She was engaged. Tomorrow morning, she was marrying a man who loved her—well liked her a lot anyway. There was probably a special place in hell for women who slept with other men the night before their weddings.

But she wanted to. She didn’t, however, want to show this stranger her wings and if she slept with him… She was fairly sure there would not be a repeat of the earlier miracle.

Why was the door so far away?

He growled in outrage at her move and thundered after her, the thunder less sound than tension from his irritation and her sense of the storm about to overtake her. She added speed. If she could make it to the door… Safety waited on the other side. She skidded to a halt before she slammed into it and frantically turned the knob.


She felt the man’s warmth as she fumbled with the mechanism. Finality licked at the edges of her hope for escape. As two powerfully muscled arms caged her, palms flat on the wood on either side of her shoulders, she dropped her forehead to the cool surface of the door. His hard body pressed behind her. His thick arousal tucked against her buttocks sent rampant panic pounding in her heart.

“I know what you are, little one,” he whispered. His lips brushed across the tip of her ear, the flutter of ashes before a lick of flame when his tongue traced the undeniable point.

Her ears! Oh God! Her ears! In her preoccupation with hiding her wings, she’d forgotten something just as vital.

“And what do you think I am?” she demanded, determined to haughtily brazen her way from this situation. She was a fool to let things go this far. She would not be controlled by her lust for this demon of seduction no matter how beautiful he was.

“Mine,” he replied.


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