by
Louisa Bacio
Two princesses. One love.
What happens when the princess who never sleeps meets the princess who's cursed to sleep? The Princess and the Pea fights the need for rest as she embarks upon the rescue of Sleeping Beauty.
Once awake, the two challenge the real world to find their Happily Ever After.
Get ready for the erotic lesbian retelling like no other.
Awake: Unsleeping Beauty
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Available at Amazon, ARe, Kobo, Smashwords , iTunes and other eretailers.
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About the Author:
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
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Enjoy the following excerpt for Awake: Unsleeping Beauty
As bright as a flash of lightning streaking across a storm-darkened night, the story unfurls.
Sometimes rules are meant to be broken, and new traditions forged.
This tale follows two princesses—one who never wakes and another who rarely sleeps. Somehow, they must overcome the obstacles in order to find happiness.
Chapter One
Once more, rough, persistent lips pressed against hers. Briar Rose fought against the wet, slimy tongue as it tried to force into her mouth. She couldn’t move and couldn’t protect herself. She was trapped within the invisible bonds of a sleep-like state. A curse suspended her in sleep, and yet she remained aware of her surroundings and the comings and goings of others.
She was tired of men kissing her without her consent. Who cared if they were princes or knights or ogres? No one had any idea what their breath smelled like or tasted like at the end of a grand adventure or the way their sweaty hair brushed her face as she lay powerless to swat it away. No matter the fairy-tale lore, kisses from any of them had failed to wake her. None of them so far had possessed the power to rescue her and claim the throne.
Meeeeooow! Hisss! At least she had one comfort. Puss, her dedicated feline, eventually chased off the suitors when their kisses failed to wake her.
“Get off me, psycho cat!” a man cursed. “She’s not worth it anyway, lying there like a piece of meat.”
The latest savior shrieked, and Puss howled. She imagined the feisty cat landing atop a messy head of hair and digging its claws in.
Raaaaoooor!
“Awww! I didn’t mean it.” Thud. The latest suitor must have stumbled to the floor. Footsteps clunked down the hall and a door slammed.
Still, she lay there. Paralyzed. The bed dipped as Puss returned to Rose’s side, running his body under her hand, as if she were petting him. If she could cry, she would have at his caring and gentle nature. His gentle purring sent a pleasant hum through her body as he curled against the side of her head, and she escaped into her dreams, imagining the day she’d find release.
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