Swapped for the Beast

By Kinky Press

Young Prince Thomas is a spoilt brat.

As punishment for his behavior he is sold to the cruel Earl to cook and clean and be his loyal servant.

But to remain anonymous—and teach him a lesson—he is cursed... he must endure servitude as the beautiful, petite and buxom Belle. She finds out the Earl has gained his ravenous reputation because he has been cursed as well—turned into a half-beast of a man.

What you’ve heard is a myth. It isn’t true love’s kiss which breaks curses—it takes something much more powerful. Like some good, hard thrusting.

But will Belle want to be “cured”?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steamy eReads
• Release date: May 15, 2020

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I know it’s a cliché by now—the evil stepmother—but let me say it anyway.

My stepmother is a bitch.

The minute she married my father, she started in on me, thinking that because she was the wife of a lord she could just do whatever she wanted to his son—his one and only son, might I add. So, she asks me to help the servants with their cleaning when I’m not even being paid, and she asks me to take her coat and make the table and all that when we have maids to do these things, instead.

I know what you’re thinking... it’s not that bad. It could be worse.

Well, it does get worse.

Last night she laid a curse on me, turned me into a woman, and sold me to the Earl as his handmaiden.

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I looked down at my brand-new body, my legs and feet just about obscured by the sight of my brand new large, pert breasts. I blinked back up at my stepmother, her hand still raised triumphantly in the throes of magic, and my mouth fell open.

What did you do? I demanded to know. But my voice was no longer low and commanding. Instead, it was tinkly and dainty. Instinctively, I prodded inside my ears with my forefingers and cleared my throat. What’s happened to me? I tried again. My voice was still high-pitched and ever