Desire has a secret only a select few know about. The Red Room. Deepest desires and hardcore fantasies are fulfilled there. Anything can happen in the Red Room.
Ginger
Desire was one of the few places I felt safe. It was home. There I could be myself or at least part of it. Only a few knew about my true power. It was safer that way, but it came at a cost, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to pay anymore.
Patrick made me want to break that oath. Taking him in the Red Room would be a dream come true and finally surrendering that control to him excited me more than anything else in decades. He had a piece of my heart, and I wanted to give him more.
But I knew I shouldn’t. The ghost lurking in the shadows tormented me with that reminder. He was hunting me, taunting me with the knowledge that I couldn’t run or hide from him. Even though I enchanted every man who came to watch me, this Collector was more powerful than me, and I wanted to give in to his desire. But I couldn’t go back. I wouldn''t. I’d rather die first.
The Collector
She was a captivating little treasure, one who didn’t belong in this world. My job, one I’d held for millennia, was to take her back to Faerie, willing or not. And I knew she wouldn’t come willingly at first. They almost never did.
A mortal held her heart, and she returned the feeling, even though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone. But I saw her desire and fed her more. The strong magic that guarded her and her friends was weakening, allowing me to see her for who she was. The more I watched her, the more I wanted her.
The little treasure had ensnared everyone around her, including me. Ginger spun golden chains to adorn her body, but those ropes would soon be more permanent. Once I spoke her true name, her enchanted bonds would be mine.
This is a paranormal, dark romance, fairytale retelling, and is not intended for minor readers. Discretion is advised.
Ginger
Desire was one of the few places I felt safe. It was home. There I could be myself or at least part of it. Only a few knew about my true power. It was safer that way, but it came at a cost, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to pay anymore.
Patrick made me want to break that oath. Taking him in the Red Room would be a dream come true and finally surrendering that control to him excited me more than anything else in decades. He had a piece of my heart, and I wanted to give him more.
But I knew I shouldn’t. The ghost lurking in the shadows tormented me with that reminder. He was hunting me, taunting me with the knowledge that I couldn’t run or hide from him. Even though I enchanted every man who came to watch me, this Collector was more powerful than me, and I wanted to give in to his desire. But I couldn’t go back. I wouldn''t. I’d rather die first.
The Collector
She was a captivating little treasure, one who didn’t belong in this world. My job, one I’d held for millennia, was to take her back to Faerie, willing or not. And I knew she wouldn’t come willingly at first. They almost never did.
A mortal held her heart, and she returned the feeling, even though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone. But I saw her desire and fed her more. The strong magic that guarded her and her friends was weakening, allowing me to see her for who she was. The more I watched her, the more I wanted her.
The little treasure had ensnared everyone around her, including me. Ginger spun golden chains to adorn her body, but those ropes would soon be more permanent. Once I spoke her true name, her enchanted bonds would be mine.
This is a paranormal, dark romance, fairytale retelling, and is not intended for minor readers. Discretion is advised.