Page 1 of Snow White (Once Upon a Happy Ever After 3)

Book III

Jewel Killian

Snow White

She was forbidden and pure which of course sweetened the temptation but what really made me notice her was how different she was from anyone I’d met in our social circle. I couldn’t resist her any longer. Seeing her at the office was bad enough, but here, long black hair, and creamy pale skin wrapped in a pale pink ball gown... she’d sealed her fate. I would have her, I’d make her mine and she’d love every minute of it.

She stared at me, wide-eyed and perfect pink lips slightly parted as I danced her across the ballroom. “This will be a night you’ll never forget, Alicia. I can promise you that.” I slid my hand down the smooth curve of her back, wanting so much to cup her ass but not daring to in front of so many people.

But if I could get my hand between the ruffles of her gown, I might just...

Alicia gasped, big eyes staring up at me as I dug my hand into the meat of her ass. There was still fabric between us, but at least this way no one would notice.

At least I hoped they wouldn’t

Each book in the Once Upon a Happy Ever After series is a complete standalone, HEA story with NO CLIFFHANGERS and NO CHEATING.

Who doesn’t want a love/lust-at-first-sight experience? Who doesn’t want to be devoured and possessed by a man who simply can’t control himself around you? Who doesn’t want a man to want them so much it makes him a little crazy? If that sounds good to you then this is especially for you.

But just so you know what you’re in for:

The books in this series are quick and dirty twisted fairy tales with dark, dominating alpha males, insta-lust scenarios, and steamy explicit sexiness that’ll melt your panties. If you like extra dirty stories with BDSM overtones, then this one is definitely for you. And as always, HEA with NO CHEATING!

Copyright © 2017 Jewel Killian

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously.

This book is intended for adult audiences.

Chapter One

Alicia

“Stop staring and close your mouth, Alicia, you look like a guppy.”

I poked my sister in the ribs. “I can’t help it, Abby. I’m sure you weren’t any better your first time.”

“True, but I at least tried to look normal. Quit gawking at everything. People are starting to stare,” she said under her breath.

I didn’t care. Not one bit. This was supposed to be the best night of my life and I was going to enjoy every bit of it. I took in everything, the beautiful dresses, the string trio playing gently in the background, the decorations in the grand ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, everything. I wanted this night to last forever. I wanted to remember every detail.

Abby waved to someone across the room. “I need to make the rounds. Will you be all right alone?”

I nodded absently, still trying to etch a permanent mental photo into my brain.

“Geez, Alicia. Just try not to embarrass me, okay? Try not to look like the sheltered debutante whose father wouldn’t let her debut until she turned eighteen, okay?”

I shrugged. What was I supposed to do? That’s exactly who I was—a sheltered deb with an overprotective father. I’d never had a boyfriend or even a date. Abby, who was two years older and already debuted, wasn’t any different. She was just better at hiding it.

Abby sighed. “Nevermind,” she said under her breath and floated across the dance floor to whoever had caught her attention. I looked around the room again, wiped my palms in the billowy folds of my dress, and scanned the ballroom for familiar faces.

I didn’t see anyone I knew. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. I knew everyone and everyone knew me— a side effect of having a very powerful father renowned for not letting his two daughters date and being in a close-knit, everyone-knows-everybody’s-dirty-laundry community. But knowing someone doesn’t mean you necessarily like them. The whole New York elite thing was so tiresome to me. Everyone showing off how much money they had, and by extension, how impressive they were by buying the newest, most expensive whatever— watch, car, vacation, island— when in reality very few actually earned their money. They had it handed to them by their parents who had it handed to them and so on and so on. People here didn’t talk about their hopes or aspirations or what they wanted to accomplish in this life and I was tired of hearing about the latest trip to The Hamptons or Monaco or how fast your Bugatti goes.

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