Happily ever after has never been so HOT.
In a magical kingdom far away, there lived cursed princes, warrior women, and mighty magic. What the Queen Wills is a sexy gender swapped Cinderella retelling where the heroes have become heroines, the heroines have become heroes, and nothing is as it seems.
Eliot is sexy, sensitive, and tired of scrubbing floors for his bullying older brothers. While they scheme for more power, Eliot dreams of attending Queen Cassandra's Gathering--an elite soiree for the most sexually skilled--and meeting the woman of his dreams.
Perhaps he's already met her. The kind and lovely Amelia works for Eliot's brothers, and is Eliot’s best friend in the world. But when her employers turn violent, she’s forced to flee, leaving Eliot behind. Striking out on her own, she finds a job and a home at the palace under the eye of the gorgeous and powerful Queen Cassandra.
As lust...and perhaps something more...begins to kindle between Amelia and the Queen, can Eliot still win her heart?
In this tale of seduction, liberation, and intoxicating strangers, even the humblest of peasants has a shot with the Queen if she so wills.
NOTE - This novella contains FFM, group sex, polyamorous love, sex toys, and light BDSM.
This STANDALONE novella is part of the "Sexy Gender Swapped Fairy Tale" series which can be read in any order. There are no cliffhangers, and each short ends as it should: happily ever after.
What the Queen Wills is the first of a six-book series. It is very highly rated on Amazon, with a total average of 4.2 out of 5 stars. It is a short read (print length 86 pages) and very fun. It combines a historical setting with humor, magic, danger, and love in a page-turning adventure which draws readers to want to read the rest of the series. It does have explicit sex scenes, so please be aware of that before you agree to translate the book.
Eliot’s face hit the wood floor with a wet thump. His head spun from the impact and his vision blurred so badly he almost didn’t see the leather boot swinging towards his ribs. He absorbed the hit, letting a cry escape his lips. A drop of blood hit the floor and he hoped the cut on this forehead wouldn’t leave a scar.
Well, this is a bit of an overreaction.
Eliot grit his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to resist his natural impulse to fight back. He was taller and stronger than both of his older brothers; he could easily thrash them both if he wanted to.
But that wouldn’t be right, he told himself for the third time, I owe them so much.
“Eat this, you spineless twerp!” Artie, the oldest, said as he ground ashes from the banked fireplace all over Eliot's face, then spat on him. Artie was built like a boxer, muscular but short. Shadows from the fires of the wall torches made him look like a squatting troll. “Nobody would want a freak like you at their Gathering.”
Artie's cracking voice echoed off the walls of the dank servants’ quarters. They'd already broken three of the chairs and Eliot just hoped they didn't use the fireplace pokers as more weapons for his punishment. The cinders covering his face itched and burned where they made contact with the cut on his forehead.
“Tell ‘em Artie!” Mitch, the middle brother, chimed in, contributing nothing as usual. As short as his brother, Mitch was slender where Artie was wide, with a beak-like nose and bad posture that exacerbated his weasel-like appearance. He leaned against one of the old carved wardrobes, picking his teeth with grimy fingernails.
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French
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Translated by Alain Boisvert
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