Sensual Fairy Stories Series by Regan Bayle

Lazy, indolent Prince Landon never wanted a bride, least of all one of the princesses from the kingdoms surrounding his. The lot of them are far too much effort with their curses, their hexes, and their beastly guardians. A gift from a fairy woman changes all that, giving him the ability to meet with Aurelle, all that changes. Aurelle has been a prisoner locked in her own dreams for nearly one hundred years and wants nothing more than to know a lover’s touch... moreLazy, indolent Prince Landon never wanted a bride, least of all one of the princesses from the kingdoms surrounding his. The lot of them are far too much effort with their curses, their hexes, and their beastly guardians. A gift from a fairy woman changes all that, giving him the ability to meet with Aurelle, all that changes. Aurelle has been a prisoner locked in her own dreams for nearly one hundred years and wants nothing more than to know a lover’s touch. But her tower is starting to break, her dream prison is starting to crack, and the laziest man in the kingdom is her only hope for salvation… The Dreaming , the second of Sensual Fairy Stories , is 10,000 words of romantic erotica full of passion and desire meant for mature audiences only. An Excerpt Aurelle threaded her fingers through her red hair, pulling the straight fall of it off her shoulders and back. A dragon sailed through the starry sea stretching before her, and she turned away. The dragon did the same thing every hour on the hour, and it was no longer beautiful to her Dropping her hands, she lifted her head. And found herself staring at a young man. Her body screamed yes, yes, yes! as her mind protested his very presence. Nothing came into her dreams without her willing it. Still, he was a very handsome presence. Dark hair shot through with strands of gold fell rakishly over his face, and he kept brushing his hand through it to get it out of eyes the color of emeralds. His body was lithe, built more like a message runner than a warrior, but there was an undeniable strength in the way he held himself. An arrogance, even. Did I make a prince? She knew she hadn’t done any such thing. She had few rules for her world, but she never made dreams in her tower. The one time she’d done it, the dream had backfired into a nightmare. Now, she did all her crafting outside her tower. “Who,” she said, drawing herself to her full and impressive height, “are you? And how did you come to this place?” He stared at her with disbelieving eyes, and even at her full height he towered over her. She hadn’t ever met a man who made her feel small. It was a strange and delicious feeling. Then he spoke, his voice low and rich in timbre. “My name is Landon. I… a fae gave me a means by which I could enter your dreams. To meet you, Princess Aurelle.” “A fae sent you? To meet me?” Aurelle didn’t scoff aloud because she couldn’t disbelieve him. If she had created him, they wouldn’t be talking so much. At least, not with their mouths. An idea formed in her mind. She knew he wasn’t a dream she created, so she had to countenance him being real. The only way into the dream would be by the hand of someone with more magic than the hag of a witch who had cursed her. But all that was inconsequential beside the simple fact that Landon was a man and she hadn’t had a single erotic dream in ninety years. “And now that you’ve met me, what shall you do with me?” she inquired, taking a step forward with hips swaying. less

Confined to a remote tower for all of her life, Rapunzel longs to see the world even though her mother assures her it is full of evil. She is resigned to a boring life when Prince Corwin, the youngest of a nearby country’s royal family, scales her tower wall. Corwin is in search of a princess to be his wife. She must be rich in money and land, and beautiful beyond compare. The sweetly naïve Rapunzel is all these things and more... moreConfined to a remote tower for all of her life, Rapunzel longs to see the world even though her mother assures her it is full of evil. She is resigned to a boring life when Prince Corwin, the youngest of a nearby country’s royal family, scales her tower wall. Corwin is in search of a princess to be his wife. She must be rich in money and land, and beautiful beyond compare. The sweetly naïve Rapunzel is all these things and more. Passion burns between them immediately, but Corwin can’t give into his desires – and he has to fight hers. The only way to claim her for his wife is if he returns her to her family untouched. From the Tower , the third of the Sensual Fairy Stories , is a 10,000 word short story about trying to deny your strongest impulses and is intended for mature audiences only. An Excerpt She turned her back to him and pulled her hair over her shoulder. “Would you help me with my dress?” she asked. “I can’t get the buttons on this one very easily.” He was silent long enough that she glanced back at him, wondering if she’d done something wrong. The world outside the tower was full of strange rules, and it was very possible she’d just broken one. He was watching her with an intense expression, one that made her stomach clench and her skin prickle. Heat washed over her and she bit her lower lip. “I can get it myself, if I try. I—” “Come here,” he said, his voice low. With a brilliant smile, she bounded over to him and gave him her back. His fingers brushed the nape of her neck as he started on the buttons, and he took his time undoing them. He lingered in a way she never had, and each brush of his fingertips sent a strange jolt of foreign heat through her. “Thank you,” she said as he worked, his hands at the small of her back now. “It’s just so much trouble to undo them on my own. I really do appreciate it.” “Of course,” he replied, sounding strangled. She turned as she shrugged out of the gown, not at all aware of the fact that most women didn’t disrobe in front of relative strangers. There had never been a reason for her to be modest with Mother, and so she’d never learned modesty. His eyes swept over her, and the way he watched her made her tremble. less

Red certainly isn't lonely, definitely doesn't want more of life, and assuredly isn't interested in Mikail Wolf who, by virtue of a curse, turns into a wolf every full moon. He is strong and handsome and utterly captivating, but there's one problem. One monumental, insurmountable problem: Mikail, as a wolf, tried to eat Red's grandmother. Now, Red's grandmother is missing, and the only one who can help Red track her grandmother down is the one person she can't trust: Mikail... moreRed certainly isn't lonely, definitely doesn't want more of life, and assuredly isn't interested in Mikail Wolf who, by virtue of a curse, turns into a wolf every full moon. He is strong and handsome and utterly captivating, but there's one problem. One monumental, insurmountable problem: Mikail, as a wolf, tried to eat Red's grandmother. Now, Red's grandmother is missing, and the only one who can help Red track her grandmother down is the one person she can't trust: Mikail. Mikail will do anything to get back into Red's good graces, and helping her find her missing grandmother is the perfect opportunity. Together, they venture into the depths of the Everglade Forest, forced to depend on each other for their very lives... Caught by the Wolf , the fourth of the Sensual Fairy Stories , is a 10,000 word short story that reveals the pleasure to be found when finally embracing your true nature. An Excerpt With a growl, he bounded after Red. “Red, wait. Wait! I’ll do it.” She was halfway to her horse, the great warhorse staring at him with death in its eyes. Its ears flattened against its head and it pawed at the ground. Unlike any creature with a functioning brain, Goliath looked for any and every opportunity to bite or stomp on Mikail. Not unlike his mistress. “You will?” She sounded suspicious, as she ought to. “What’s the catch?” “I want something in return,” he said, seizing onto this. It was his only opportunity. All his life, he’d just wanted Red to notice him. Strong, clever, devoted Red who loved everyone and took crap from no one. He wanted her to see him as a man, and she never had. Granted, she didn’t see him as a man now. Instead, she saw him as a monster. But he had something she wanted – something she needed. He wasn’t too good to use that against her. “Of course you do.” She crossed her arms, cocking one hip, defiant and fierce. “What is it?” “A kiss.” Her defiance turned to incredulity, no small amount of disgust, and… A wolfish smile spread across his lips. Interest. less