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Red and the Huntsman

Red has turned eighteen, yet her mother (and everyone else) persists in seeing her as a little girl. She doesn’t know if it is because of her petite stature or something else.

When the man she is attracted to doesn’t see her as a woman, it’s the last straw. She will show them that she’s all grown up, and woman enough for her man.

The Question of Royalty

A lush, sensual, wet beauty arrives at his hunting lodge, seeking shelter from the ferocious storm. She claims to be a princess, but so many things about her don't add up. Despite his intense attraction to her, Frederick can't help but be suspicious.

Serena is running from a terrible fate, and she has no wish to linger, even when one look from her host makes her feel things she's never felt before. Not to mention the touch of his hands, his lips... Fires burn hot and bright between them, despite the questions in his eyes, questions she cannot answer.

Unbeknownst to them, villainous forces are at work, seeking to keep them apart. Will Frederick be forced to let her go, especially if she can't answer The Question of Royalty?

The Quest

Giselda of Mithirien is a fake, and she knows it. When Prince Michael of Ermont offers for her hand, she's overjoyed. Michael can give her everything her heart desires--wealth, security, status. So why is she attracted to Rodin, son of the palace gardener?

Rodin knows he's nothing and no one in Giselda's eyes, but he can't help hungering for her. Brought together by a desperate mission, Rodin can't resist awakening his princess to the sensual arts. Much as he loves her luscious body, he wants her heart even more.

Their desperate quest is fraught with peril--from monstrous beasts and rough terrain to the wild longings and forbidden hopes of their unsuspecting hearts. It may bring them destruction...or their greatest prize.

Excerpt from The Quest:

Giselda was about to reply when something caught her ear. At first she thought it was the hard pounding of her heart. But when it came again, she was sure. It was a moan. A low, feminine moan.

“I’ll show you things you’ve never --”

“Shh.” She pushed against Michael. “I heard something. Someone may be hurt.”

“But you haven’t answered me yet --”

“Keep quiet.”

Her sharp ears caught the low sounds. They seemed to be coming from the trees some feet away to the right. She noted in a distracted way that their retainers had stopped a good distance from them, presumably to give them some privacy.

As she walked toward the grove of trees, the moans became mixed with sighs and whimpers. Increasingly perplexed, she pushed aside the branches with some trepidation as she forayed deeper into the green foliage.

“Hello? Is anyone hurt --”

Shock rendered her speechless. And immobile.

Dim sunlight filtered through the dense leaves.

The woman’s head was pressed against the tree trunk, her eyes closed and her mouth half-opened as she panted and moaned as if in pain. Her dress was pulled down from the neck, exposing her dark skin. The man’s mouth was fastened to a dark globe and made sucking motions as his hand disappeared under the woman’s skirt. Giselda watched, fascinated, as the woman splayed her hand blatantly against the front of the man’s trousers.

Even with his back to her, Giselda knew who it was.

Time seemed to stop. She heard nothing but harsh breathing and the hard pounding of her heart.

Rage filled her, a rage that demanded release.

She screeched with all the fury that welled up inside her. “Stop. Stop it!” When the couple appeared to ignore her, she forcibly pulled Rodin away from the woman. “How dare you -- you -- you engage in such acts in front of me!” she spluttered.

The woman opened her eyes and dropped to her knees, her whole body trembling. “Your -- Your Highness.” One hand pulled up her dress in desperate movements.

The terror in her voice appeased some of Giselda’s fury, but Rodin’s mocking voice brought it all back.

Green eyes taunted her. “Well, well, if it isn’t Her Royal Highness herself. Want to join in the fun?”

“I would never demean myself,” she said in a cold voice.

“Then why interrupt us?” His voice was silky smooth. “If you don’t mind ...”

“How dare you talk to me like that? I said ‘no’ and I mean ‘no’!” Giselda tried to push him farther away from the kneeling woman, but he was like a stone statue glued to the ground. “I’m the princess, and I expect to be obeyed!”

“You are seriously taxing my patience, Your Highness.” His eyes gleamed, and a feral smile graced his lips. “I’m not seducing you, so I don’t know why you’re protesting so much.” An unholy light came into his eyes. “Or perhaps that’s the reason for your protests? You want me to seduce you instead?”

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About the Author

Kai Andersen has always loved books. Ever since she could remember, stories have always fascinated her. She loves heroes and heroines with whom she can identify with, i.e. characters who are flawed, who have their own sets of strengths and weaknesses, who find love and passion in each other's arms. So, these are the kinds of stories she writes. Or hope to write.

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