Let’s get one thing straight: the Wicked Witch wasn’t wicked—she was just misunderstood, underappreciated, and seriously underf—well, you get the idea.
Who decided she was the villain, anyway? Probably some self-righteous, celibate prince who got flustered because her potion smelled like aphrodisiac and ambition. Honestly, if she’d had seven sinfully handsome men worshipping at her feet and offering to “mine her diamonds” every night, she might not have had time to hex anyone. Priorities, darling.
But lucky for you, one fairytale heroine figured it out. Alice may have fallen into a dream world, but she woke up in a wet dream—and trust me, she didn’t waste a single drop of opportunity.
In my steamy novel Alice’s Snow White and the Seven Sins, our clever heroine dodges a boring, loveless marriage by slipping into a shared dream with her lover Jack—only to wake up alone in an inn full of seductive strangers, each more tempting than the last. And each one? A suspect in a wicked game where one climax could mean her death.
She has one task: find out which sinfully sexy man is the killer werewolf… by exploring all their secret desires.
And girl, she is up for the challenge. With swords, songs, monsters, and moans, Alice’s journey is dripping with danger and desire. It’s the fairytale you never knew you needed—where true love might just come after seven orgasms and a near-death experience. But hey, that’s what we call character development.
You can read the full spicy, dripping, dream-drenched fantasy right here:
👉 Alice’s Snow White and the Seven Sins: A Reverse-Harem Spicy Fairytale
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Warning: Reading this book may result in late-night texting, wild dreams, and a sudden urge to find seven devoted lovers of your own. You’ve been warned.
Don’t blame me if your poison apple starts tasting like sin.
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