Little Red's Temptation

By Calista Jayne

A sexy woodcutter and a hot-as-sin wolf? Red's not afraid of going into the forest anymore.

Red has lived a sheltered life under the too-watchful eye of her strict mother, all while longing for love and passion. A chance sighting of the hot woodcutter skinny dipping in the lake awakens Red to filthy possibilities.

When the woodcutter and the wolf offer Red the chance to fulfill her fantasies, will she take them up on the offer, or remain the good girl her mother raised?

Little Red's Temptation is a MFM romance intended for adults who want a lot of steam and a little spanking in their fiction. Buy it today to get lost in a steamy, modern twist on an old favorite.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Calista Jayne
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005596668

Calista Jayne

Calista Jayne adores filthy, smutty romances featuring dominant-yet-tender men. When not writing or reading, she’s falling in love with the heroes in K-dramas or walking along a California beach.

Book preview

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Red had a secret. A secret so big, so hairy and ugly, that she dared not speak of it.

She tried not to think of it as she picked blackberries in the woods near her house, but she couldn’t help it, because she’d heard the hacking of an ax in the forest beyond and she knew Shane Larsen was out there, taking apart fallen trees to sell as firewood in their little mountain resort town.

And knowing Shane Larsen was out there was a thought sweeter than blackberries and more tempting than a fresh-baked cobbler.

The very sight of Shane Larsen made Red’s body ache in ways that her mom told her no young woman should be aching. It wasn’t her fault that her heart flipped and tripped over itself whenever she caught sight of him.

Except, maybe it was her fault. Because there was that one evening at the edge of the lake, when she knew she shouldn’t be spying on him, but she couldn’t help herself. He’d been naked, swimming in the lake, and she’d watched. Could she really be blamed? She was twenty years old, and she’d never seen a naked man before.

Ever since that evening when she’d watched Shane’s muscles ripple over his back and stomach, she’d wondered what it would be like to touch him, how his skin would warm beneath her palms, how he would taste—his lips, his neck, and most tantalizing of all, the long, thick appendage that he’d stroked while standing in the lake.

Red! a voice called from behind her.

Red shook her head, trying to dislodge the delicious memories of watching Shane swim. Her mom, carrying a basket full of blackberries and wearing a frown, walked up the narrow trail.

You’ve been gone a long while, Red, her mom said.

Sorry. I was just—

Just daydreaming again, yes, I know. Her mother’s eyes flashed. I’m obviously not giving you enough jobs each day.

Red held in her sigh. She could be as busy as possible, and she still wouldn’t be working hard enough. Her mom would think Red was daydreaming or thinking too much.

Come on, there’s more to do in the house, her mom said.

As the two went back to the house, Red looked over her shoulder, toward the woods and the lake where, last week, she’d watched Shane Larsen touch that appendage between his legs until he suddenly stopped and let out a groan that seemed to touch Red between her legs.

Her face felt hot, and her mom said, Are you feeling okay?

I’m fine, Red said, even though she wasn’t. She had questions—questions that hadn’t been touched upon because every time Red brought up sex and reproduction, her mother waved off her questions.

It’s embarrassing. Only sluts do that. You’re a respectable girl, Red, so you shouldn’t trouble yourself with any of that. When you get married, I’ll tell you all about it.

Red had been homeschooled, but she’d never gotten to learn much about the human body. Especially not the male body. Her mother had a very strict idea of what materials—and what thoughts—were proper and respectable.

And Red might feel like she didn’t know a lot in this world, but she could guess that spying on Shane while he went skinny dipping was anything but respectable.

She yearned to watch him again, even though she knew it was wrong.

There was something out there—more knowledge, more experience—that she wasn’t getting. She wanted to learn about sex. She wanted to have sex. Or, at the very least, share a kiss with a man.

And she wasn’t sure how to ask for it, or who she could ask.

Mr. Shane Larsen? Now there was an idea.

Red’s mother would be gone all day to the city—it was a big grocery day—and wouldn’t be home for hours. So Red had gone to the lake to see if Shane Larsen was there.

He wasn’t. But he’d been coming down the trail as Red went back to her house.

Hey, Red, he said. Having a good afternoon?

Yes, she said, stopping midstride.

The man was handsome, there was no getting around it. His light brown hair curled about his ears, meaning he would probably be cutting it soon. Dark stubble covered his chin and cheeks, and