Stiletto Secrets - Bella J




STILETTO SECRETS
Fairy Tale Bastards #1
By Bella J
Release Date:  04/25/16
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Adult Fairy tale

Blurb
Nicholas Blake is your typical class A, rich bastard who loves getting what he wants. He’s spoiled, selfish and enjoys all the lavish pleasures life has to offer—especially those that involve women and getting naked. Nicholas’ life is just damn near perfect. But one night out on the town with his friends and everything changes. One encounter with a stripper in stilettos who fittingly calls herself Cinderella, and his life suddenly doesn’t seem so goddamn perfect anymore.
As if that isn’t enough, there’s also Emma, the new maid in his father’s mansion that immediately piques his curiosity with her sweet smile and blue-green eyes. He finds himself drawn to her and wants nothing more than to seduce her into his bed, to make her his. But he just can’t seem to stay away from the stripper that makes him burn in ways he never knew possible.
The more he starts to care for Emma, the stronger his obsession grows for Cinderella.
Insane? Absolutely.
Twisted? Yes.
Completely screwed up? Hell yes.
A decision needs to be made; he needs to choose. But will Nicholas be able to make that choice when he finds himself all tangled up in a giant cluster of love, lust and stilettos?



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Excerpt 


“Pick one.”
Nicholas jerked his head to the left in the direction from where the woman’s voice came, and noticed the dark-pink curtains.
“Pick one what?” He scanned the room.
“The shoes. Pick a pair,” a soft, sultry voice replied.
Then Nicholas noticed movement behind the curtain. Whoever it was dragged her hand along the fabric while leisurely pacing, apparently waiting for him to choose.
Instantly intrigued, he glanced at the cabinet and then back at the curtain. “You want me to choose a pair of shoes?”

“Yes, pick a pair and I will wear them.”
Nicholas felt a little tingle in the back of his neck when she spoke. He had only been in this room for five minutes and whoever was behind the curtain already had all his attention.
He moved a little closer to the curtain. “You know, a lot goes into choosing the right pair of shoes. For example, I’d need to know what you’re wearing first.” He tried to get a better look at the woman behind the curtain, but the fabric was just too damn dense for him to make out anything other than a silhouette.
“Why don’t you just pick a pair under the assumption that I’m not wearing anything,” she replied with soft, smoothly spoken words. Somehow it reminded him of melted chocolate.
“Why don’t you let me see for myself what you’re wearing?”
“That’s not how it works, Mr. Blake.”
The curtain swooshed a little as she moved behind it.
Nicholas turned to the glass cabinet with the shoes. How in God’s name was he supposed to choose? It was like telling a kid to choose one item in Willy Wonka’s candy factory. Im-fucking-possible.
After inspecting each pair, he finally opened the door and reached for a white pair of stilettos with a little diamond bow on top. A simple design, but it was the pair with the sharpest heel, and Nicholas loved those damn heels.
“So what do I do with these?” Nicholas inspected the shoes more closely.
And then a hand reached out from the other side of the curtain. Nicholas noticed the freshly manicured nails and beautiful dainty fingers. “Now you give them to me, and take a seat, Mr. Blake.”
Nicholas looked to the chair before handing her the shoes.
“On the table next to the chair you will see a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. You need to sit down, lock one of the cuffs around your hand, put on the blindfold and then place both hands behind the back of the seat.”
Nicholas frowned. “Okay, I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with this. I thought this was a show. How am I supposed to enjoy the show if I can’t see anything?”
“Mr. Blake, I have three different types of shows I present. See, feel, and touch.”
“See, feel, and touch?” he mimed silently with his mouth.
“You can’t experience all at once.”
“Well, I’d sort of feel cheated then.”
“When you lose one of your senses, the other senses get heightened, Mr. Blake.”
Nicholas could not get over the beautiful sound of this woman’s voice. It was like her voice had a direct line straight down to his cock.
He started to leisurely pace around the room. “So I’m just curious, which show did my friends book me for?”
“Feel,” she replied.
Being the smart-ass that he was, Nicholas asked, “Isn’t that kind of the same thing as touch?”
“No, it’s not. With touch you would be allowed to use your hands, guided by me of course. With feel, you will only feel what I want you to feel.”
Okay, now he was really damn curious.
As he turned to the table and eyed the contents, he contemplated what his options were. Either he turned around now and then got labeled as a pussy by his friends, or he could put on the mask and the cuffs and see where this all went. But honestly, there was no way in hell he would be able to walk away now.
“What will it be, Mr. Blake?”
Nicholas shrugged and picked up the cuffs. “I guess we should get this show started then.”
About the Author:



Bella J lives in Cape Town, South Africa with her husband, two kids, & chihuahua. Her love for writing started in eighth grade when she received her first writing assignment—which she flunked. But the positive side of her failure—her newly found passion for writing. The negative side—now she’s completely spaced out half of the time living in her little pretend world of romance, love, & insanely hot heroes
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OTHER TITLES BY BELLA J


Resplendent Ruin (Resplendence #1)


Resplendent Rush (Resplendence #2)


Resplendent Rage (Resplendence #3)
Release date: 03/28/16




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