Fairytale Love
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Granden, King of Wands, is a bored man of magic in the fairy tale world of Ziabell. He can cast love spells, but it just isn't the same as the real thing. Isabelle, daughter of Jadder, king of the fairies, finds her way into his life, and surprise of surprises, casts a spell of her own that puts a thousand year curse on him and his loveless sister, Marinda, dropping them all into a dreamland where sexual fantasies come to life.

 

The Excerpt

Somewhere in the night, Jadder found the strength to wrap an arm around Marinda and connect their dreams. Marinda clung to him. She coiled her leg over his, spread her hair over his body-which in dream state was unclothed. The silk of her hair slithered across his manhood, teasing him to erection under cover of darkness.

Marinda occasionally turned her lips to Jadder's chest and placed a spare kiss. That's how it began, anyway.

His fingers tightened. Indeed, his whole body became rigid when her kisses became more frequent, and her hands began to rove. Exploring Jadder's body-a totally new experience for Marinda. He had stroked and fondled her repeatedly in his dreams, sharing with her the sensation of his desire for her. But Marinda, it is sad to say, had never reached to him. She had simply reveled in his attentions, marveled at the tender ministrations, and gentle display of romance that every nuance of finger touches afforded her.

Jadder sighed in his fantasy.

Marinda rained kisses over him, becoming more and more amorous as the night wore on. Her touch firmed, circled around his chin, as she leaned up to kiss his silent, sleeping lips. She traced her tongue over them, and then kissed again.

She dropped a dozen little pecks along his jaw line, dribbled them past the edge, and strayed toward his throat. There, she began to suck.

The arousing of her body happened as she moved over him. Amidst the parting waves of her hair, her heavy circles of her breasts weighed against his smooth chest. Her nipples rubbed against his skin, tantalizing her-bringing to mind the myriad of times that he'd cupped them with his hands, drawn them into his mouth.

Jadder had worshipped Marinda's body in her sleep-so many times. And now, in desperate heartache that he might leave her, she returned his lovemaking. She crawled between his legs and dragged her lips from place to place, all the way down his torso. Pressing her lips, then her cheek, against him frequently in the midst of her attentions, she fought the words that pried at her lips.

How could she be in love? The very thing that would set her free of his hold? The one thing she had fought for a thousand years and more. If she allowed herself to love, she knew it would all end.

Facing this caused tears to resurface. With true reverence, Marinda began kissing her king again. The lingering of her lips became more pressing. And she found that she'd worked her way down until.

 

The Reviews:

Carys Weldon weaves a magical tale of fancy and lust in Fairytale Love - Tarot: The King of Wands. I was enchanted and engrossed immediately, and will be counting Carys Weldon among my favorites from now on.

5 Angels, Michelle @ Fallen Angel Reviews


Ms. Weldon is a talented author with an extremely creative imagination. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys stories of fantasy, especially those including fairies and other such mystical creatures. King of Wands is most definitely a keeper!

4 Cups, Susan White @ Coffee Time Romance