Loving the Beast, Fairy Tales Unleashed: Book 1 Available June 3rd, 2011, from Breathless Press Gwendolyn Sinclair needs help. And the one person who can give her the aide she urgently requires is exacting a high price. Desperate to keep the neighborhood community center open, Gwendolyn seeks out Xavier St. James, her childhood friend and the brother of her dead fiancé. Xavier’s family foundation possesses the funds necessary to keep the center open, but he offers another bargain—a devil’s bargain: submit her body to his pleasure for seven days and the building doesn’t close its doors. Left scarred from an accident, Xavier is bitter, resentful, and alone. When Gwendolyn reappears in his life, need and loneliness overrides conscience, and he proposes an arrangement she can’t afford to refuse. With the woman he has always wanted but could never have finally in his bed, he hungers for more. Her heart. But could she come to love a beast? Read Excerpt | View Video Buy: All Romance ebooks | Breathless Press

Loving the Beast Excerpt (unedited version)

Her toffee-colored hair, only shades lighter than her smooth skin, had been drawn back into a classic bun. Still, he recalled the explosion of unruly spirals that proclaimed her biracial heritage as if it were yesterday, instead of three years ago when he'd last seen her. Tonight, the tamed mass accentuated the arresting features that ensnared an observer's fascination. The only sight that could compete with her face was the visual orgasm of her body.

Xavier lowered his inspection and took in the curves and dips that could make RuPaul straight. Or envious. Full breasts that would fit his wide palms perfectly. The small indentation of her waist and feminine flare of her hips that made a man fantasize of gripping while he took her long and hard. For kicks and giggles, include legs that would wrap around his waist with her heels bouncing against his ass as he plunged and withdrew from what he knew would be a tight sheath.

Shit.

His breath quickened. His heart thumped against his rib cage. If he didn't leash his imagination he would scandalize the good citizens of Boston by tenting his tuxedo pants with a huge hard-on.

But then his dead brother's woman had always possessed the power to make him desire something that didn't belong to him Her.

For the first time in seven months—since his ex-fiancée had cheated and left him for another man—he'd experienced something besides antipathy and bitterness toward a beautiful woman. Unlike others of the fairer sex, Gwendolyn didn't avoid looking at his face. She didn't make well-bred, phony excuses to extricate herself from his company.
No, as she'd declared, Gwendolyn had come to see him. That simple sentence shouldn't have had the effect of a fist squeezing his cock.