Marie Treanor

Cinderella Unmasked by Bonnie Dee and Marie Treanor, Ebook available now from Samhain Publishing. Paperback available from My Bookstore and More, Amazon and all good bookshops.

Three balls. Three sexual adventures. One true love.

In the years since her husband King Charming boarded a pirate ship to “find himself”, Queen Ella has ruled alone. Romantic love? It’s a girlish emotion. These days, her only confidant is her steward, Sebastian.

Five years is a long time to forego sexual pleasures. She’s the queen, after all..shouldn’t she be allowed a few indulgences? A masquerade is just the ticket to find the fulfillment Charming never gave her. With Sebastian’s encouragement—and a little help from a fairy godmother—Ella prepares to make some magic.

The first masked stranger she dallies with gives her a taste of what she’s been craving. And it’s just not enough. A second ball follows. A

third. Each one—and each anonymous man—sends her to newheights of sexual pleasure. And reawakens the notion that maybe, just maybe, love does not always lead to pain.

Her indiscretions have not gone unnoticed. As her stepfamily makes a move to take over the throne, Ella has nowhere to turn, no one to trust…except the men behind the masks…

Warning: This is the new “happily ever after”, strictly for grown-ups…

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Reviews:

"a fun retelling of classic fairy tale, Cinderella. I loved it!... I’ll take Cinderella’s place any day!" - 5 kisses, Sheila, Two Lips Reviews.

"What a tantalizing sequel to the beloved childhood fairytale-- Cinderella. I read this in one night, wanting to know what would happen next. The love scenes scorched the pages, and will leave the reader trying to fan the flames. This is no doubt an erotica with nights for pleasure, but there is also passion and undying love, too, giving you hope for the happily ever after.

"You will undoubtedly fall in love with this romantic adult fairytale." - Karen Michelle Nutt, ParaNormal Romance Reviews

"I really enjoyed this... a story that will entertain and arouse. Cinderella’s dalliances with her masked men will leave you panting and you will need some relief yourself. The plot is well done... The fairy godmother will bring a smile to your face as she bumbles through each situation... Everything flows really well and every character is very well written. Yes, I can highly recommend this story and hope these two talented story writers get together again very soon and give us another hot fairytale." - 4.5 Hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More.

"WOW!!!! Talk about "after the Ball is over"!!!! Dee and Treanor's Cinderella Unmasked is superb... I can happily say that this story takes my favorite fairy tale into a whole new realm. I love how she stayed true to what was supposed to be Ella's personality; sweet, kind and gentle but gave her strength and a spine of pure steel... Definitely a must read, over and over and over again." 5 Stars, Valerie, Manic Readers.

"A wickedly erotic, grown-up fairy tale"

"I adored Ella's story... the reader immediately connects with Ella and understands her problems... I highly recommend Cinderella Unmasked as it contains the elements of a great fairy tale, complete with a fairy godmother, but adding adult twists comprising both political intrigue and intensely erotic situations. A great new twist on the classic fairy tale..." Katie Seely, Paranormal Romance Reviews.

"This story of love gone cold, and new beginnings is a very hot and sexy story... Bonnie Dee and Marie Treanor have put a whole new slant on the Cinderella story, complete with mysterious strangers, political backstabbing by the step family, and even one very steamy ménage. There are several surprises, and some twists and turns that I didn’t see coming. There were a couple of times when I was afraid that the happily ever after was in serious danger, but these two wonderful authors pulled it off at the last....

"The sense of humor these writers have is wonderful, and I would love to read their take on other classic tales. This one is a real treat, and I have bought copies for gifts to my best friends." - 4.5 cherries, Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews.

Excerpts:

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Sebastian’s quill broke, snapping him out of his reverie and alerting him to the unnecessary force with which he’d been pressing pen to paper. Completely unnecessary since he hadn’t actually written anything for ten minutes.

Throwing down the broken quill, he swept his fingers through his hair till it came loose from its black, confining ribbon. He pushed back his chair.

He’d done everything he needed to for this damned ball, anyhow. Decoration was almost complete, food and wine was ordered, guest list vetted, approved and invitations delivered. He’d sent dressmakers to the queen to prepare her costume, and chosen his own simple mask in case he troubled to wear it. By tomorrow night everything would be ready. And by the following morning…

Sebastian stood abruptly. He didn’t want to think about that. He wasn’t stupid. He understood what this ball was really about. He couldn’t blame her. The poor woman hadn’t been laid in years—and if rumor was true, she hadn’t been laid much before that, either. Given Charming’s recently revealed preferences, that was hardly surprising, but a woman as passionate as Ella needed far more than pretty words and flowers. She needed a man.

He didn’t begrudge her a little snatched happiness, but everything in him revolted against helping her find it like this. Apart from anything else, he wasn’t convinced it wouldn’t be aiding her political suicide. The people accepted her because they’d put her on a pedestal, which she seemed determined to dive off head first and legs akimbo.

Without their acclaim, her position was untenable. And his. What price then the ambition that had driven him from poverty to the second highest power in the land? If she fell, so did he.

Intriguing idea. At least then he might get some sleep.

Finding himself at the window, he threw the casement fully up and stuck his head out into the fresh, cooling air. His “apartment”—a tiny room that served as both bed chamber and private office—was on the ground floor, and looked out onto one of the kitchen courtyards. As if he needed anything to remind him about his true position in the queen’s life. Useful, as a pen or a piece of furniture was useful, and taken for granted to the same degree. Did she even see him when she turned those huge, blue eyes up to his in yet another request or demand? She’d look right through him tomorrow night to get at some handsome, unscrupulous rogue who could cause the kingdom untold damage, even let Malevolin in…

A loud crash interrupted his bleak speculation. Blinking, Sebastian saw a figure fighting its way out of the dustbins in the corner of the courtyard.

“Goodness me!” it whispered as more bins fell. “Oh goodness me, what a… Oh, dear.” Stumbling clear at last, the figure shook itself out and by the light of the moon and his own lamp, Sebastian saw that it was a woman. A very small and very old woman in a black, hooded cloak from which strands of white hair straggled free.

“What in the world are you doing?” he asked, amused.

The old woman jumped. “Oh, goodness! Oh, dear!” she said again. “I think I arrived in just the wrong…” As she spoke, she drew closer to him, peering hard into his face. “But then again… What’s your name, young man?”

“Sebastian,” he said dryly. “What’s yours?”

“Oh, that’s not important.”

“It might be to the guards when they arrest you for trespassing.”

“Arrest me?” The old woman looked stunned. “They can’t arrest me! Cinderella would never allow it!”

Sebastian frowned at her. He was sure he’d never seen her before. “Why? Who the devil are you?”

The old lady smiled—a singularly sweet if vague smile. “I’m your fairy godmother, of course.”

“Of course,” Sebastian sighed. He’d have one of the guards take the poor old thing home.

“Well, strictly speaking, not your fairy godmother, but I do like to help the unhappy—and you are unhappy, aren’t you, dear?”

“Not in the slightest,” said Sebastian, giving her the look that withered haughty noblemen.

“Nonsense, you drew me here like a bullet. No wonder I landed so abruptly. Dustbins indeed! Anyhow, now that I am here, what’s your problem?”

“I do not have a problem.” Apart from you.

He was already drawing his head back in, preparatory to summoning the guard, when she enquired, “Going to the ball?”

In spite of himself, Sebastian smiled sourly over his shoulder. “Organizing the damned ball.”

“So you’ll be there? Then perhaps I can grant you a wish.”

I wish you could.

“I did for Cinderella once, you know. At another ball. She met the prince, as he was then…” Her voice trailed off, unhappily. But Sebastian, against his better judgment, had turned to stare at her. The mad old trout actually brightened under his disbelief.

“Come on then,” she encouraged. “What would you like?”

Sebastian laughed. What I wish for, nobody can grant.

She turned the handle of her bedchamber door and pushed it open with relief. The lamp was already lit. At least she could get straight out of this damned mermaid’s costume and pry her legs apart.

“The Queen of the Sea,” murmured a voice behind her that made her jump.

“Sebastian?” She froze. What in the world was the steward doing here? But no, Sebastian never laughed like that. He barely laughed at all. Her heart lurched, seemed to drop straight down to her pussy. It was…

“Silenius,” said the satyr, stepping round in front of her. His erection pushed at his skirt like a tent pole. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief and a naked lust that sent her own into overdrive.

“And Johnny,” said the blacksmith’s son. He stood beside the bed, looking large and a little awkward, but more handsome than she could ever remember.

Ella swallowed. Her throat felt dry as dust. Silenius presented her with a glass of sparkling wine. She took a dazed, grateful sip, then managed, “How did you get in here? Were you seen?”

“Silenius…” Johnny began.

“Does it matter?” the satyr interrupted.

“Of course it matters!” Ella laid down her glass with unnecessary force. “I have a kingdom to care for and my reputation must be…”

“Risk it,” said the satyr. “You know you want to.”

And before she could move, he’d swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the bed. Ella gasped and clung to him from instinct, but he laid her down on the pillows with great care, as if she were some precious, breakable object. In silent wonder, she watched him sprawl down beside her, propping his chin on one elbow to drink her in.

A choked sound came from the other side of the bed. She turned to look at Johnny and he smiled. There was something of the old, cheeky Johnny in that smile, but behind it she read nervousness akin to her own as well as a dazed, “I can’t believe this is going to happen” kind of lust. She understood that, too.

“I think we all need to relax a little,” said the satyr, casually freeing the sash part of his costume and tugging his skirt off in one movement. Ella glimpsed his long, erect penis and had to swallow a moan. His tail, trailing across his muscular thigh, was long, thin and flesh-colored. Covered with a fine coat of dark hair, it came to a neat point at the end.

Ella giggled. “You’ve left your tail on.”

For the first time, she thought he actually flushed. “It doesn’t come off,” he said.

“You’re weird,” Johnny observed.

“And I’m naked,” Silenius returned. Unexpectedly, he leaned right across Ella, grasped Johnny’s costume and pulled. It fell, fluttering, to his ankles. Silenius smiled and resumed his former position.

Ella’s breath caught. Johnny was everything she’d hoped for. In the lamplight, he was tall and strong and his skin looked golden, glistening faintly with the sweat of tension. And his cock, perhaps not as long as the satyr’s, was mouthwateringly thick and erect.
Under her admiring gaze, his annoyance with Silenius vanished visibly. He sank down on the bed beside her and touched her hair. On her other side, Silenius did the same, only he stroked her breast over and over. Her nipple, already erect, began to ache.

As if emboldened by her acceptance of this caress, Johnny’s hand crept lower, too, cupping her free breast. The strangeness of having them both touch her at once was oddly thrilling, If there had been any doubts before, there were none now. This was what she wanted.

Silenius pushed her hair back, revealing the upper part of her breast.

“A daring costume,” he observed. “But it’s time to lose it.” His fingers deftly unfastened the hooks on her flesh-colored bodice. Johnny helped with the lower ones, and as their knuckles brushed against her breasts, she began to squirm.

Between them, they completely drew off the bodice with its shell-shaped cups, and Silenius cast it on the floor without looking. All his attention was on her breasts.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Johnny whispered. Part of her wanted to cover herself. Never in her life had she displayed herself to two men at once. But there was something liberating and exciting about enduring their lustful scrutiny. Her nipples, flushed and rosy, stood out hard and long as if pushing toward them, begging for their attention.

Very slowly, Johnny reached out, took the nipple nearest him between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it. Ella moaned.

Silenius brought up his palm until it just touched her other nipple and no more. It seemed to tremble against him, and he moved his palm softly, caressingly. It felt divine, exquisite. Of their own volition, Ella’s hips lifted up off the bed. Johnny laughed softly.

Ella said shakily. “Take off my tail.”

“Oh, no,” said Silenius. “The tail stays. It’s almost like tying you down.”

He smiled at the sudden lust which must have shown unbidden in her eyes. Another fantasy given away. His hand moved, cupping her breast, kneading.

“Ella,” Johnny whispered in wonder. “Ella.” He bent his head toward her mouth, and she parted her lips eagerly, desperate to taste his kiss.

“Not her mouth,” Silenius reproved. “Her breast. Kiss her breast. Make love to it. Fuck it.”

Unexpectedly, the coarse word added flame to the slow burn of all the rest. Johnny took her nipple in his mouth and kissed it tenderly. She gave a little mewl of delight.

Then, as if satisfied that Johnny was doing it right, the satyr bent his head to her other breast. His tongue snaked out, caressing the nipple before his mouth took it. He rolled it between his lips, sending stabs of ecstasy through her whole body to her core, then pulled it more strongly and began to suck.

It was astounding. Both men were clearly experienced lovers for they seemed to know exactly how to please her, every lick and caress of just the right the strength to suit the instant. It was joy and torture and went on and on. They lashed her nipples with their tongues, sucked them hard and tenderly, kneaded her breasts with their mouths, and sucked some more. Ella thought she would die of pleasure.