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Be Careful What You Wish For
By: Nick Howard
Type: eBook
Genre: Fantasy, Kink/BDSM
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Publication Date: 01-11-2011
Length: Novella
ISBN: 978-1-60928-328-5
$3.50

Fairy Godmothers don’t always know what’s best. Or do they?

“If love is pain, I want to be hurt!”

It must have been her distress over being dumped by Sir Justin that made Princess Lilly less than precise expressing her wish to her Fairy Godmother. Otherwise, she would not have ended up the indignant prisoner of Sir Gawain, a vile knight who wouldn’t know how to properly treat a princess if the instructions whacked him upside his armored helm.

She should be angry, but she has no one to blame but herself, and no way out. The Kidnapping of Damsel Laws are very specific—once she is taken, she has no choice but to submit to his seduction. Every kiss, caress…and spanking.

Still, she’s determined not to make it easy for him. If he thinks he will bend her to his delicious…no, barbaric intentions, he has a serious flaw in his logic. Yet as he carefully executes his plan of exquisitely pain-laced pleasure, she finds her body responding quite against her will. And her mind racing with immoral thoughts that threaten her jealously guarded virtue.

Until there is a very small, tiny, remote possibility that Sir Gawain might win her hand…
Product Warnings
Beware, here be a dragon lurking. Contains the repeated exposure and abuse of a princess’s sensitive skin. Readers with gentle sensibilities may find themselves breaking out in a most un-princess-like sweat, but fear not—the heroine retains her virtue. Er, at least until she’s the one tying the last knot…
Copyright © 2011 Nick Howard
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication


“Be careful what you wish for.” Those last words spoken by her fairy godmother echoed in Princess Lilly’s mind. Who would have thought that a fairy godmother would be so nasty and literal when it came to granting requests? And why wouldn’t that impish, white-haired woman come back when she was calling her? It made Princess Lilly down right angry. She would have stomped her foot in anger but her bare feet were dangling several feet above the floor of the cave, thanks to the fact her wrists were tied together to a rope that hung from the ceiling.

The cave was also chilly, which her white and slightly torn frilly gown gave scant protection against. That was the least of her concerns as she eyed the green and red scaled dragon as he prowled around the cave. The four clawed feet made scratching sounds as it made its way around and from time to time a whipping sound could be heard from its long and wavy tail.

The dragon occasionally opened its mouth wide, showing off a black mouth and white pointy teeth too numerous to count. Lilly shook her long blonde hair back and watched the some forty foot long dragon eye her with a mixture of wants. One was as a tasty food item, possibly cooked from his flame throwing mouth. The other was lust, for this was very obviously a male dragon. To say he was hung like a horse would have been a compliment to a stallion. Normally dragons didn’t find well-endowed princesses, slim-waist to be sure, that desirable. However that brought Lilly’s attention back to the source of her problems and those were the wishes granted by her fairy godmother.

She had just been dumped by Prince Justin for a princess who had not only a larger figure but also considerably larger land holdings for the lucky husband. In a fit of rage, sadness and a general feeling sorry for herself she wailed for whatever came to her mind. One was for Sir Justin’s penis to be reduced to the size of a limp pea pod and the other was to make her so desirable to all males—she really should have specified men—that they wanted to capture her—she forgot to add the words her heart. She said this sobbing in her bed, face down and with her legs kicking. Such emotion drew the attention of the aforementioned fairy godmother who did an appearing act by her bedside.

“My poor, poor dear Lilly. Surely you do not mean such words?”

Lilly looked up, rather startled. She quickly surmised the lady floating a few feet above the floor was not one of the castle’s servants and might be indeed her long rumored but never before seen fairy godmother. “But I do, I truly do.” She buried her pretty face into a pillow—there were eight to choose from—and cried again.

“Love can be painful, as you just discovered, sweet Lilly.”

She lifted her head as tears streamed down her elegant cheeks. “I don’t care. If love is pain then I want to be hurt. I want to be desired by all males and make Sir Justin jealous he didn’t select me.” She dropped her head into another pillow.

Lilly was aware of a flash of light, and when she lifted her head saw she was alone once again. She returned to her sobbing for a few more minutes until a third pillow was wet from her tears and then slowly got up. She changed into another of her expensive gowns, this one with a low-scooped neck. There were a roomful of knights having a meeting in the Great Hall of Warriors, discussing important topics such as who should lead the Summer Parade. Lilly decided she may as well look pretty. Some of the knights would be eligible, and those who weren’t might be sorry they weren’t when they saw her. She spent a few minutes freshening, reapplying her make-up, powdering her chest where the scoop neck of her gown revealed part of her bosom, brushing her hair and painting her nails.

Now pretty as a picture, Lilly ventured out of her bedroom, deciding she wanted a bowl of ice cream, or possibly a whole quart of it. She was shocked when she felt a pinch on her bottom as she went past two guards stationed at the end of a hallway. She turned around quickly but each guard looked as frozen as before. She wondered if the sharp pain was her imagination and continued her journey.

Perhaps a smarter princess would have noticed the long looks the knights were giving her when she went by their meeting room, the soft moans from the male servants as they worked near her and the way her pet dog, Philly, greeted her as he clung on to her leg with his front limbs. But Lilly continued on her way, and when she passed back to her bedroom and by the roomful of knights meeting in a side room, was ignorant of the attention she was receiving from one knight in particular. She carried her crystal bowl of ice cream—strawberry flavored naturally—unaware her life was about to change forever.
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by lauren Date Added: Tuesday 18 January, 2011
Oh, where to begin. It sucked. Plain and simple. It seemed w... View Full Review

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