Beauty and the Beast with a Twist…

Beauty and the Beast has always been my favorite fairy tale which is why I’m pleased to announce my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Taming the Beast. Here’s a blurb and a naughty excerpt to get you hot ‘n bothered.

Taming the Beast…by Evangeline Anderson

Sold into a life of prostitution by her greedy uncle, innocent Gisella Trelain finds herself a prisoner in a dark and ominous dungeon. Chained to the wall is a muscular, naked man named Tristan who tells her he is under a curse.

Every month he is doomed to lose his humanity and take on the characteristics of a ravening beast—a beast with needs too savage to be satisfied by any ordinary woman. In order to break the curse, Gisella must submit completely to the beast and offer herself freely to slake its fierce sexual desires.

But the stakes are high in this fairy-tale come true and if Gisella isn’t able to open herself completely to Tristan’s inhuman lusts, she may lose her life as she attempts to…Tame the Beast.

Excerpt—Warning—Explicit!

Gisella was thinking hard, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “But you no longer hope?”

Tristan shrugged dejectedly. “There doesn’t seem to be any point. So many women have tried and failed. And too many have tried and died.” He nodded at the grisly pile of ivory bones. “You are just another in a long line, little Gisella. And when the twin moons rise as one overhead—and they will rise very soon for I can feel it—I will change my form and become a beast.” He sighed. “If such is the case and you do not care to try and break the curse, run as fast as you can to the door of the dungeon and call to be let out. Only you must be quick and go before I scent you in my animal form. The scent of a woman’s ripe body, especially if her pussy is wet and ready for fucking is too much for me to bear when I am the beast and I will certainly break my bonds and come after you.”

“And…and if I do not wish to run? If I wish to try and break the curse?” Gisella swallowed hard but forced herself to continue. “What…what must I do?”

Tristan looked at her with respect and wonder in his dark eyes. “Do you truly wish to try? No girl in years has had the courage. They all run from me in fright when they hear my story and see the bones of those that tried before them.”

“I…” Gisella risked another glance at the pile of bones and then stood up and took a step towards the bound man until she could feel the heat of his bare skin against her nearly naked body once more. “I do wish to try,” she said softly.

She thought of telling Tristan of her background and the reason she thought she might set him free of the curse but she sensed they had little time for talk. Already his dark eyes were taking a lighter cast and the curving black marks on his forehead and temples were starting to pulse, as if with some strange magical energy. Outside the twin moons must be rising even as they spoke and soon he would become a monster.

“What must I do?” she asked again.

Tristan looked down at her from his immense height and his dark eyes were now almost gold. “You must submit,” he said thickly. “Submit to my cock in your pussy, submit to my fucking. But I warn you, it will not be easy. As large as I am now, I grow even larger in my other form. And I am not gentle.”

Gisella tried to swallow and heard a dry clicking in the back of her throat. Was she really going to do this? After all, Tristan had offered her an easy way out—she could run the minute he changed and beg the servants to free her. Then, with her virginity still intact, she could make her way to the convent of The Goddess of Light and take up the life her parents had planned for her.

But when she thought of the convent, all she could think of was the way she would never again see a man, especially not a man as handsome and intriguing as Tristan. She would never know a man’s touch or feel a cock between her thighs, filling her pussy with cum. She thought of the pleasure she had felt when she touched him and tasted him—would it not be worth the risk to have such pleasure again? If she went to the convent, she would be dead before she had even lived. Whereas if she tried to break the curse, even if she failed, she would have lived a truer and more exciting existence in her final hour than she would have in a lifetime of being a celibate priestess mewed up in a temple with nothing to do but meditate all day. With that thought, she knew she had made up her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she looked Tristan in the eyes. “I am not afraid,” she said, though her heart was pounding so hard in her breast she could almost hear it. “And I wish to try to break the curse.”

“Very well. But remember, if you stay and allow yourself to be fucked by the beast I become, I will not let you go until I have had my fill. Until I have claimed your pussy completely and filled you with my cum. Do you understand?” Tristan’s voice was little more than a growl and the thick black marks on his temples had begun to come alive. They were no longer just flat markings, now they were long, curving black horns with wickedly sharp points that curved out and back from the sides of his forehead.

“I…I understand.” Gisella swallowed hard, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

“Then if you truly wish to try, stay there where I can see you and smell you,” he rumbled. “And remember that you must not fight. Whatever I do to you, you must submit. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Gisella nodded, her pulse racing.

“Gisella, you are very brave, little one. The most courageous woman I have ever met. No other has had the courage to touch me, to take me in their hands and mouth and drink my cum.” He sighed and though his eyes were now rings of bright gold and the black horns curved up from his head, she found that she was sorry for him.

“I wanted to help you. I still want to help you.” Gisella stood her ground though he was growing in size and the humanity was leaving his golden eyes.

“But I fear…I fear to hurt you. If I awake from the curse and find you dead…” His voice was thick now, barely human and when he flexed his muscular arms against his chains they creaked alarmingly.

“I am not afraid,” Gisella said although it was a lie. “You…you won’t hurt me.”

“But if I do…” He shook his head, an animalistic gesture, like a beast getting ready to rut or fight. “No, it is… too much to risk. Don’t…don’t want you to…risk.”

“I’m staying.” Gisella shook her head and held her ground.

“No…Run…Now!” The last word was almost a roar and with it, she saw the last of his humanity leave the golden eyes.