“After Dark” is an anthology of ten classic fairy tales and legends retold as grown up romances. We have super sweet with just a hint of heat all the way to full on volcanic eruption and solar flares heat in these romantic tales.
From the magical world of the Equinox Romance, ten exciting authors whispering tales of passion. From London to Cape Town, Hollywood to the Canadian Rockies we bring you swans, angels, FBI agents, kings and cleaners. Everyone falls in love. And everyone gets a Happily Ever After.
Today, I am thrilled to introduce you to another amazingly talented romance author — Lena Maye.
Lena Maye writes about twenty-somethings finding their way in life
and love. Her books are full of second chances, shadowed pasts, and
kissing. (Lots of kissing!)
When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family–
which usually involves a board game or two. She also enjoys gardening,
reading, and is always up for a game of eight-ball. She lives in
Colorado with her amazingly supportive husband and fabulously
sweet son.
To keep up to date on her releases—along with freebies and giveaways
—sign up for her newsletter on her website: http://www.lenamayebooks.com.
Here is an excerpt from The Goblin King – a retelling of Labyrinth (Sexual Rating: Adult Content):
The boy blinked at the snowflake that danced for him. His
father’s kingdom sat quietly behind it—fuzzy and
obscured.
“I see a girl,” he said, and it felt as if his voice had deepened, as if he
had grown older as he stared at her—a girl with dark eyes and dark
hair and graceful hands and this feeling that she was… his.
Even as just a boy, not really knowing what possession meant, he
felt it with stark simplicity—the way he knew that he would someday
be king and that both goblins and men would fall at his feet.
In the dancing snowflake, she leaned over a desk, drawing a pen
across a piece of paper.
He watched, fascinated, as the steady movement of her pen
stopped and her fingers turned abruptly, taking what she had drawn
and shifting it into a different direction. The boy had never seen
writing like that—artwork as much as letters.
His name.
Radek.
