Beauty Awakened: The Queen and the Honey (The Enchanted Forest: Beauty Awakened #1) is the first in the Beauty Awakened series, which retells the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty.
Romance has always eluded Lily Briar, but not because she hasn't had offers! When she seduces a handsome and dangerous blonde stranger in the library, she wakes up in another world far far away from anything she's ever experienced before.
The Enchanted Forest is home to The Ravisher, a sadistic master who keeps a harem of slaves to satisfy his insatiable appetite for degradation. Can Lily survive his torturous dungeons? Or will the charming Sir Robert save her before she is ravished like the others?
This erotic fantasy retells the Grimm fairy tale version of "The Queen Bee." It is not a romance, though there are romantic elements... and lots and lots of sex. This novella is about 24,000 words (roughly 140 printed pages). Due to mature language and situations, it's recommended for ages 18+.
IT is 7:49pm on a Monday night when I see him, finally. He doesn't come every day, but when he does come to sketch, he sits in a specific wooden chair at a specific wooden table on the seventh floor of the Harold Washington Library in Chicago. I've seen him there so many times, never far from where I'm sitting, sketching my own designs. But I've never worked up the nerve to speak to him, as much as I want to.
He parts his hair on the far left and it swoops across his forehead like a dove's wing. His hair is blonder than mine and not as golden, but more like the color of sunlight itself. He has long, soft eyelashes, nude lips, and crisp, blue-green eyes the color of the ocean. His straight-angled nose is the perfect size for his long, oval face. His thick biceps pop under the sleeves of his polo shirt. I normally hate men in polo shirts, but he manages to pull it off without looking like a tool, or a frat boy. He's a dreamer, despite the way he dresses. I like that about him.
His pen slides with fluidity across the page, making movements that are simple and soft, never abrupt or intrusive. When he hunches over his sketchpad, his hair falls across his eyes and I pretend I can't see him peeking at me. But he does.
It's my twenty-seventh birthday today, and I can't get his image out of my mind. The drawing in front of me is a half-finished sketch of a party dress for my debut line of clothing. Next to the party dress, there is a sketch of a man who looks a lot like my boyfriend. We've been together for nearly six years, and he still hasn't proposed. But he lets me live at his apartment while I pursue my dream of becoming a fashion designer. Plus, according to what I sketched, he looks good in a suit.
I promised myself several weeks ago that if I saw the blonde stranger today, on my birthday, I wouldn't let him disappear without getting his name.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Maialen Iriso
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