Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Madeleine Shade

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This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is Madeleine Shade who writes rich and colourful adaptations of traditional fairytales, very definitely for adult eyes only. You can read more details about the first two books in Madeleine’s fairytale series below; Rumpled and Porked. I am sure you’ll agree they are fascinating, imaginative and amazingly hot. You can also enjoy reading the free excerpt from Rumpled (thanks Madeleine!).

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Biography

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Madeleine Shade grew up reading fairy tales and spent her college years studying the work of Angela Carter, Anne Sexton, Margaret Atwood, Maria Warner and Jack Zipes among others. Her erotic fairy tales take a steamy twist on childhood favorites. As a special bonus, each twisted tale comes complete with an original version of the fairy tale and author’s notes.

Review: Madeleine is an exquisite writer that sucks the audience (pun intended) into the relationship between a tormented soul trying to recapture his humanity, and a confused maiden who doesn’t know what she wants until she experiences it strapped to a chair. The character arcs of Bianca and Rumpelstiltskin are both powerful, and effectively pull the reader through the 35 pages of this chapter book for adults—which is a sexy journey centered upon Bianca’s breasts. But what you’re wondering is not whether Rumpled is worth your money, but whether it’s worth your time. And the answer is YES! — Skee, CrashCade.com

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Rumpled: An Erotic Twist on Rumpelstiltskin (Shady Lady Fairy Tales Book 1)

Rumpled at Amazon UK

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After freeing himself from a spell that left him trapped deep within the earth, Rumpelstiltskin returns to the kingdom built on the foundation of spun gold to claim his promised bride. Trapped in a twisted form, the ensorcelled fairy prince keeps the beautiful Bianca bound as he suckles at her breasts, inducing the virgin’s milk needed to return to his true form. Bianca witnesses her captor’s transformation from her breast milk and, in turn, begins to explore her new sensuality under his nimble touch. But when he refuses to consummate their union, Bianca must make the choice of returning to her place as a princess of the realm or reveling in her new-found sexual freedom. Can she seduce the fairy prince to succumb to her charms or will his noble resolve keep them apart forever? Will the fair prince Rumpelstiltskin keep his promise to free the woman of his dreams or will the captor become the captive?

Free Excerpt

from Rumpled: An Erotic Twist on Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin pushed open the bedroom door. Bianca stayed put, lounging indolently on the divan while she watched him through narrowed eyes. The red silk robe she wore was rumpled and tangled around her thighs. She tugged on the sash and let it drop away, exposing her breasts, swollen and ripe. They throbbed from the contact of the silky material.

He looked at her exposed flesh with a hunger that surprised her – even after more than a week of his attentions. “Come along, my dear.”  His tongue flicked out and he tugged the lower lip with his teeth as he watched her thoughtfully. “I have a treat for you.”

At the sound of his voice, her milk dropped. Bianca looked down to see the creamy beads appear on the rosy blush of her aching nipples.

“You might want to hurry, before I change my mind,” he said.

She slowly stood up, letting the crimson silk fall to the floor. As she walked towards him, she could feel a wetness building between her legs and the milk leaking from her breasts to drip on the floor. The exquisite pain continued to build. She stood to face him. There was no doubt about it; he was taller now. His head was level with her breasts. Perfect. A dark look came over him and he reached out with a slender finger to wipe the milk dripping from an aching nipple.

“Very pretty,” he said. He lightly flicked the puckered bud and then raised his finger to lick the drops off.

Bianca groaned. “Please help me.” Suck me dry.

Rumpelstiltskin took her hand in his and led her naked and trembling to the bathroom door. Inside, candles burned, releasing the heady scent of strawberries and vanilla. She was so hungry. Steam rose from the claw-footed bathtub. An old-fashioned milking stool stood at the head of the tub. On the other end, a large ornate mirror reflected the tub and its contents on the silvery surface. Rose petals floated in a sea of glittery foam. He gently urged her to step inside the welcoming warmness. Bianca did as he asked. Once submersed, she closed her eyes, leaned back in the tub and let her head rest against the edge. The ache in her breasts increased.

A stool scraped the bathroom floor and she heard him settle on the milking stool next to the tub, but she refused to open her eyes. Bottles clanked and new scents competed in the steamy air. She gasped when a familiar hand stroked the tender skin of her stomach. Soap slid over her body and she sighed from the pleasure of the contact. He washed her with a soft touch, tenderly soaping every inch of her skin except for the one place where she wanted it most. Her tits throbbed unbearably and she whimpered at the intensity of the feeling.

“Poor dear.” Rumpelstiltskin chuckled. “A little sore today, are we?”

“Please.” She arched towards him, but he pulled away. Her eyes snapped open and she saw herself in the mirror. Milk was streaming out of her nipples, staining the water with their creamy elixir.

“Milk baths are good for the skin,” Rumpelstiltskin said as he moved the three-legged stool so that it was positioned directly behind her.

She watched him in the mirror. Even though he was still much shorter than she was, there was no denying that he was changing, that he was being transformed by her milk. He no longer resembled a wizened old dwarf, all twisted and gnarled and bleak. His hair was now as golden as hers and his skin had smoothed out to the complexion of a ripe peach. He was beautiful. And she wanted him.

“Put your arms behind your head,” he said.

She immediately obeyed.

He reached out with supple hands and carefully brushed them across her nipples. She moaned at the surge of pleasurable pain that came with his touch. He then began to gently knead the flesh and her milk gushed out to mingle with the water. She panted from the pleasure of it all and closed her eyes. He stopped immediately.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to see how beautiful you are.”

Her eyelids flickered open and she gazed at herself in the large mirror. Her nipples were as red as ripe strawberries against the creamy whiteness of her skin. Her lips were a dark pink and her eyes were black holes in her face.

“Yes,” he said. “Much better.”

His nimble fingers brushed and tugged and flicked and caressed her breasts. Bianca began to squirm, pressing her thighs together against the slipperiness that was building at her core. He smiled at her in the mirror. “That’s my girl.”

“Please,” she groaned. “Help me.”

“I am helping you,” he whispered in her ear. His tongue reached out to flick her earlobe and she wrapped her hands around the back of his head, twining her fingers through his thick, lustrous hair.

“Please, please,” she moaned.

He laughed and disentangled himself from her grasp. By now the bath water was opaque with spilt milk. He picked up a jar filled with a golden thickness. He scooped a handful of the stuff out of the jar and began to massage its stickiness into the tender skin of her breasts.

“What?”

Rumpelstiltskin reached up and pressed a honey-covered finger against her lips “Shhh.”

His eyes were a deeper color of amber and they were growing dark with need. It won’t be much longer, she thought. She sensuously began to lick the honey from her lips. He groaned.

“Join me,” she demanded. Her voice was husky with desire. “Please.”

Porked: An Erotic Twist on The Three Little Pigs (Shady Lady Fairy Tales Book 2)

Porked at Amazon UK

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Painter extraordinaire Mauricio Lobo, known in the underground world of the fey by the title of the “Wolf,” has an insatiable hunger for shapely human women. When his appetites overpower his sensibilities, the artist breaks all the rules by binding a fairy woman in a canvas with magical pigment and paint. Fleeing the repercussions of his crime, the Wolf finds refuge in the form of an extravagant portrait commission extended by a reclusive heiress living in the remote South. She and her two curvy companions welcome the rangy painter with open arms. The Wolf seeks to slake his thirst with the buxom blonde Claire, a milliner known for her stunningly intricate straw hats. His hunger for power manifests in the domination of the leggy brunette Sophia, the owner of the perfect ass and a woodworker of the highest caliber. But Deidre, the redheaded leader of the curvaceous clan, keeps the artist at bay with her refusal to satiate his ravenous appetite. Eager to add the women to his private collection, the artist plots the perfect coup. Will the Wolf be able to blow down Deidre’s defenses or will the fiery minx prevail in the orchestration of the perfect ménage à trois? Will the Wolf ensnare the three voluptuous women in his clever trap or will the hunter become the hunted?

 

– Madeleine Shade

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