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Trapped in a Tower: A Naughty Fairy Tale
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1390937Trapped in a Tower: A Naughty Fairy Talehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/trapped-in-a-tower-a-naughty-fairy-tale/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/443100/4188b749-c6d6-4a33-9423-e19c7d3ad99e.jpg?v=6383348354922000006161MXNDanica SlateInStock/Ebooks/<p>In a sensual twist on the Rumpelstiltskin myth, a sexually-frustrated princess is trapped in a tower by her usurping uncle, only to find herself face to face with a short, magical man who claims to have the power to set her free.</p><p>But this lustful princess has no interest in guessing games or in giving up her firstborn child. Instead, she demands a more amicable exchange - one that will have them both shouting each others names late into the night!</p><p>---</p><p>What can you offer me? This strange man intrigued her. And the timbre of his cool, measured voice, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked her over, was setting a fire under her skin.</p><p>Your uncle promised you your freedom if you could make golden items, yes?</p><p>She nodded. The man shrugged, tinkling small bells braided into his hair.</p><p>I can do this for you, he stepped ever closer, but I ask something in return. Her eyebrows raised.</p><p>Oh? her hands lowered, letting her gown drop open again. He looked to he bosom and smiled, then back to her face. She was breathing faster and a blush colored her cheeks.</p><p>When you are queen, I shall have your first-born child.</p><p>She blinked in surprise.</p><p>Dont be foolish. I shall never be queen, not as long as my uncle reins in my stead.</p><p>Ah, but he cannot long keep you locked away if you should meet his demands, can he?</p><p>Perhaps. But what would you do with my firstborn child?</p><p>That is for me to decide, the little man cackled.</p><p>She considered for a moment. Then she frowned and climbed back onto her bed.<br />I had something different in mind, she growled, as she flipped back her loose hair.</p>1377050Trapped in a Tower: A Naughty Fairy Tale6161https://www.gandhi.com.mx/trapped-in-a-tower-a-naughty-fairy-tale/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/443100/4188b749-c6d6-4a33-9423-e19c7d3ad99e.jpg?v=638334835492200000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20141230000261852_W3siaWQiOiJmNmQ1MjJiMC05ODFhLTQ0ZjUtOGJiNi0zMDYyZTIwNGEwNTUiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMDctMTFUMDA6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d1230000261852_<p>In a sensual twist on the Rumpelstiltskin myth, a sexually-frustrated princess is trapped in a tower by her usurping uncle, only to find herself face to face with a short, magical man who claims to have the power to set her free.</p><p>But this lustful princess has no interest in guessing games or in giving up her firstborn child. Instead, she demands a more amicable exchange - one that will have them both shouting each others names late into the night!</p><p>---</p><p>What can you offer me? This strange man intrigued her. And the timbre of his cool, measured voice, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked her over, was setting a fire under her skin.</p><p>Your uncle promised you your freedom if you could make golden items, yes?</p><p>She nodded. The man shrugged, tinkling small bells braided into his hair.</p><p>I can do this for you, he stepped ever closer, but I ask something in return. Her eyebrows raised.</p><p>Oh? her hands lowered, letting her gown drop open again. He looked to he bosom and smiled, then back to her face. She was breathing faster and a blush colored her cheeks.</p><p>When you are queen, I shall have your first-born child.</p><p>She blinked in surprise.</p><p>Dont be foolish. I shall never be queen, not as long as my uncle reins in my stead.</p><p>Ah, but he cannot long keep you locked away if you should meet his demands, can he?</p><p>Perhaps. But what would you do with my firstborn child?</p><p>That is for me to decide, the little man cackled.</p><p>She considered for a moment. Then she frowned and climbed back onto her bed.<br />I had something different in mind, she growled, as she flipped back her loose hair.</p>1230000261852_Danica Slate89064209-97fa-3033-87ca-1557da6277f4_1230000261852;1230000261852_1230000261852Danica SlateInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/577adcea-6cbc-4bc9-9dde-a766d302a40c-epub-46bae9a4-63a1-4217-8d0f-d6a0c3a0b97f.epub2014-08-20T00:00:00+00:00Danica Slate