This is an erotic fairy tale inspired by Little Red Riding Hood.
The first installment was originally featured in the BEND Anthology
Red & Wolfe: Part 1 by Ella James
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When Sarah "Red" Ryder loses her job as an art critic for a Boston newspaper, she's brokenhearted. Worse than that? She's broke. Her boyfriend recently left her - for a tatted-up hottie with a dick - so she's stuck paying her hefty apartment rent alone. After two months unemployed, there's no money left. With no immediate family to turn to, Red reaches out to her estranged grandmother, a reclusive writer living on an island off the coast of Charleston. Several days later, Red receives $30,000 and an invitation to visit.
James Wolfe is not Red's grandmother. But he beckons her. Red has the ability to give him something he needs. He won't take "no" for an answer, and he doesn't mind screwing her over. He lost his conscience six years ago, when he was tried for the murder of his wife. Since then, life is about him - and the paintings he does under the mysterious pseudonym "W."
Wolfe needs the island to keep painting. To live his life away from prying eyes. To keep up the anonymity of "W."
Once he sees Red, he finds that he needs her, too. And Wolfe will have her. Any way he can.
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Red & Wolfe: Part 2 by Ella James
Return to Rabbit Island for the erotic second installment of Red & Wolfe, the sensual story of exiled playboy James Wolfe and writer Sarah "Red" Ryder.
Red & Wolfe Part 3 by Ella James
Return to Rabbit Island with Red & the illusive Rafe for the hottest serial installment so far. I'd bring at least two pairs of extra panties if I were you.
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Red & Wolfe Part 4 by Ella James
The FINAL installment!
Return to Rabbit Island for the heart-pounding conclusion to Red and Wolfe's story. Don't forget your extra panties - but this time, you might also want to bring your gun.
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Excerpt
“Red?” I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I need to be inside her, despite knowing I don’t have the time.
I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She’s warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.
“Race.”
I love the way she says my name: a mew.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I say, leaning near her face. “Then you’ll go to sleep again.”
A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.
I slide a finger into her. She’s hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She’s wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit. I’m rewarded by her crying out.
“Say my name.”
I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.
Her hands grab at my wrist. “Race.”
I allow myself a brief grin. It’s undiluted satisfaction. She knows—or at least suspects—I’m James Wolfe, but she’s still in my bed.
“Say ‘Race, please.’ I like to hear you beg.” I push another finger into her. Her body quivers. “I like to feel you jump.” I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I’m moving slow. So slow.
“Race, oh God—yes. Please.”
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
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The FINAL installment!
Return to Rabbit Island for the heart-pounding conclusion to Red and Wolfe's story. Don't forget your extra panties - but this time, you might also want to bring your gun.
Purchase the Heart Pounding and Panty Wetting conclusion!
Amazon
Excerpt
“Red?” I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I need to be inside her, despite knowing I don’t have the time.
I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She’s warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.
“Race.”
I love the way she says my name: a mew.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I say, leaning near her face. “Then you’ll go to sleep again.”
A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.
I slide a finger into her. She’s hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She’s wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit. I’m rewarded by her crying out.
“Say my name.”
I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.
Her hands grab at my wrist. “Race.”
I allow myself a brief grin. It’s undiluted satisfaction. She knows—or at least suspects—I’m James Wolfe, but she’s still in my bed.
“Say ‘Race, please.’ I like to hear you beg.” I push another finger into her. Her body quivers. “I like to feel you jump.” I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I’m moving slow. So slow.
“Race, oh God—yes. Please.”
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
About the Author
Ella James is a USA Today bestselling author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising two children who will probably grow up believing everyone's parents go to war over the placement of a comma.
Ella's books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 25 overall; two were listed among Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.
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