Breaking the Curse: Raven's Royal Mate: Naughty Fairy Tales, #3

By AJ Tipton

A terrible curse goes erotically right. 

In a magical kingdom far away, there lived cursed princes, warrior women, and mighty magic. Breaking the Curse is a sexy gender swapped Sleeping Beauty retelling where the heroes have become heroines, the heroines have become heroes, and nothing is as it seems. 

Handsome Prince Nathan is doomed. Cursed at infancy to plunge into an eternal slumber on his twentieth birthday, he believes a short, isolated life is all he can ever hope for. With so little time left, he only wants to have fun with his best friend, a talking bird named Raven. 

Raven is not what she seems. A mischievous temptress, Raven is the henchwomen of the same malevolent sorcerer who damned Nathan as an infant. Cursed to be a woman-by-night, bird-by-day, Raven still thinks she has everything she needs: a handsome semi-evil lover, a charming best friend, and an unending supply of pranks. 

When one of her schemes puts Nathan's life at risk, she'll have to expose her true feelings for him to save the day. Will Raven change her wily ways? Or are they both out of time? 

This naughty adult retelling of Sleeping Beauty involves light bondage, drunken sorcerers, and a love strong enough to defy even the strongest curse.

This STANDALONE novella is part of the "Sexy Gender Swapped Fairy Tale" series which can be read in any order. There are no cliffhangers, and each short ends as it should: happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savvy Storytelling, LLC
• Release date: Oct 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540126252

AJ Tipton

AJ Tipton is a writing team: Annie and Jess (Get it? "AJ"). Based in Brooklyn with the greatest dog in the world as our mascot, we love to create fun romances that astound, amuse and arouse. Our romances are steamy and paranormal, with strong heroes saving the day through extraordinary adventures.   Check out our FREE novella, Coaching the Bear, for a taste of what our magical worlds have to offer! We are huge proponents of informed consent, and love to wind cheeky pop culture references into our works. Let us know which ones you catch!  Please say hello! You can get in touch with us through: Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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Breaking the Curse: Raven's Royal Mate

Breaking the Curse: Raven's Royal Mate

An Adult Sleeping Beauty Retelling

AJ Tipton

Illustrated by

LydiaChai

Copyright © AJ Tipton 2015 The right of AJ Tipton to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 (or other similar law, depending on your country). All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author, except in cases of brief quotations embodied in reviews or articles. It may not be edited, amended, lent, resold, hired out, distributed or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s written permission. Permission can be obtained from [e-mail]

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This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Well , this is awkward. Raven sighed .

Raven’s stiletto heels clicked on the marble floor of the palace’s grand ballroom as she followed her boss though the quickly-parting crowd. Mal—the kingdom’s resident evil sorcerer—had drunkenly barreled through several layers of palace security and finally bested the heavy ballroom double doors with a fireball. Cool night air rushed into the ballroom, making the celebratory banners hanging from the ceiling flap and crack.

Raven resisted the urge to take advantage of the fireball’s settling smoke to blend in with the assembled crowd. Her new dress of layered purple silks sweeping out from a flattering black corset could help her easily disappear among the nobility gathered to witness the baby prince’s christening. It was tempting to pretend she had no association whatsoever with the gin-soaked drama queen stumbling his way through the staring crowd.

Well, well, well. Mal swayed slightly as he made his way to the royal family.

Ah, crap, he’s going to pass out before he even gets to the good bit. Raven cringed. Trying to look menacing, Raven sashayed forward to stand behind Mal, her small top hat not quite reaching his shoulder. He leaned onto her and she struggled to hold him upright, trying not to gag as the stink of cheap alcohol seeped from his pores.

The king and queen sat regally on a raised circular platform in the center of the room. Great for the view, but terrible for security. Amateurs.

King Rodney radiated rage as Mal approached, one large vein throbbing in the ruler’s forehead. He rose from his throne, unsheathing a sword Raven knew from a glance was more ceremonial than functional. What’s he going to do with that? Raven shook her head at the idiocy. Poke at a pissed off magic user?

Queen Samantha held the newly-christened Prince Nathan tightly against her chest, looking around desperately for a savior, or at least a path away from Mal’s wrath. She found neither.

Lovely shindig you’ve got going on here, Mal belched. I can only assume my invitation was lost in the mail.

"How dare you threaten my family, sorcerer!" The king moved with the speed of a much younger man, swinging the ruby-encrusted sword at Mal’s throat.

Shit like this is why we never get invited to things. Raven stepped back to give Mal some space and to avoid the inevitable.

With a flick of his wrist and a cloud of smoke, Mal magicked the sword into his own hand. He began to twirl it absent-mindedly, reminding Raven of a small child playing with a stick.

You don’t... Mal dropped the sword, apparently unable to handle the strain of both talking and moving at once. "You didn’t invite me to your baby party and so,—Mal took a swig from his flask—your baby is my enemy now!" He sneered at the infant squirming in his mother's arms.

The baby blew a spit bubble and giggled.

Do I have to do everything? Raven inwardly sighed.

Raven stepped onto the raised platform, hoping to bring some dignity to the situation. She spread her arms dramatically, stretching the silky black fabric of her cape wide like wings, trying to appear intimidating as she addressed the room.

You have dared to incur the wrath of the greatest sorcerer of our time. Some of the nobles began to inch fearfully towards the exits and she heard a few gasps. Good. If they’re not scared, I’m not doing my job.

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