{"id":1392,"date":"2011-03-11T08:34:54","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T16:34:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.emlynley.com\/blog\/?p=1392"},"modified":"2011-03-11T08:34:54","modified_gmt":"2011-03-11T16:34:54","slug":"glbt-fairy-tale-week-excerpt-from-shanna-germains-the-princess-of-silk-and-pain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.emlynley.com\/blog\/glbt-fairy-tale-week-excerpt-from-shanna-germains-the-princess-of-silk-and-pain\/","title":{"rendered":"[GLBT Fairy Tale Week] Excerpt from Shanna Germain’s “The Princess of Silk and Pain”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\ufeffI don\u2019t want to see the pea tonight, but I don\u2019t know where else to go. My exhale is hard out my lungs with every breath. I slip off my outer shoes in front of a gaping wolf\u2019s maw, leave my inner shoes for the mice. My petticoats slide from me in front of the mound of straw, I leave a blue scarf hanging from the top of the glass mountain.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m naked by the time I get to the door of the Food Hall, shivering, the very air seeming to burn into my skin. Pushing the handle open, fingers scratched by the wood, as though they\u2019ve been suddenly freed to feel again. I don\u2019t know, is this alive?<\/p>\n

I step in, and she\u2019s standing at my pea. I know instantly that she\u2019s the slippery shadow from the other night. It\u2019s the fire-red of her hair, the way it curves halfway down her back, wild and untamed. In her hand, something long and heavy, a dull shine at the end. An axe, I realize, and I wonder for a fleeting moment if she\u2019s come to kill me. It\u2019s a thought that fills me with nothing like fear.<\/p>\n

And when she turns at the sound of my approach, all pond-blue eyes and a dark, sharp smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cRed,\u201d I say, but it\u2019s more like the sound of a breath, as though I\u2019d just remembered how.<\/p>\n

\u201cLily,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

Yes, Lily, I think. That\u2019s who I am. \u201cWhat are you–?\u201d But she steps forward out of the light, shushes me with the touch of a single finger to my lips. The pain of her first touch radiates outward, sends a sliver of pleasure right into my very heart.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Lily, I missed you,\u201d she says. \u201cI heard you were here\u2026 I knew he couldn\u2019t be right for you.\u201d And even in her voice, I realize she\u2019s Red, my Red, but she\u2019s not either. She\u2019s harder. Deeper. Stronger.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been ten\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d she cuts me off, her voice dropping.<\/p>\n

So many questions, but she won\u2019t let me ask them.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome, Lily,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

And as her fingers dig into my flesh, pulling me forward, into the Hall of Glass, I don\u2019t even want to ask them anymore. I lean my hips into her touch, the heated center of me aching, following through the dark.<\/p>\n

Red rests her axe against one of the glass cases, then pushes me back against the crystal mountain, the pressure making me cry out. I had thought the sound would be pain, but it\u2019s mostly pleasure, flowing beneath my skin in sharp pulses. I can\u2019t help it. I kiss her, my lips crushing against hers, the bruising sharp and shattered, my breath the same. She tangles her fingers into my hair. My scalp prickles and burns.<\/p>\n

She cants her head, dragging her teeth down the side of my neck, sharp, biting, biting and my whole body spoons upward, curls into her press. Her head slides down, nibbles at the curves of my breast, lips closing over the point of a nipple. Piercing my skin with her teeth.
\n\ufeff<\/p>\n

Rumpled Silk Sheets<\/em>: <\/strong>Contributors include: Shanna Germain, Sunny Moraine, Vivica Lace, Kilt Kilpatrick, Michael Jones, GG Royale, Kenzie Mathews and Jean Roberta<\/p>\n

Available from\u00a0Ravenous Romance<\/a>,\u00a0Fictionwise<\/a>,\u00a0ARe<\/a>,\u00a0and\u00a0Kindle<\/a><\/p>\n

Shanna Germain still hasn\u2019t found her \u201cRed\u201d but that doesn\u2019t keep her from wandering dark paths, looking for a flash of silver and crimson. Her writings about lust, love and leviathans have appeared in places like\u00a0Absinthe Literary Review, Best American Erotica, Best Gay Bondage, Best Gay Erotica, Best Gay Romance, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Dirty Girls, X: The Erotic Treasury<\/em> and more. Walk her dark woods at\u00a0www.shannagermain.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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