A Wickedly Ever After Story Red has turned eighteen, yet her mother (and everyone else) persists in seeing her as a little girl.
She doesn't know if it is because of her petite stature or something else. When the man she is attracted to doesn't see her as a woman, it's the last straw. She will show them that she's all grown up, and woman enough for her man. ~ 3998 words Series in the Wickedly Ever After Imprint (various authors) Series 1: Tales of Enchantment Book 1: Red and the Huntsman by Kai Andersen Series 2: Playing for Love (COMING SOON!) Titles by the Publisher: Derek by Sienna Matthews Passion's Fire by Jenna Rose Ellis Forbidden Desire by Kai Andersen Wedding Party of Three by Sienna Matthews Threesome Interlude by Sienna Matthews Threesome Play by Sienna Matthews The Lord's Lover by Jenna Rose Ellis Heart of the Woolf by Kai Andersen Secret of the Wolf by Sienna Matthews New Beginnings by Sienna Matthews and Kai Andersen Red and the Huntsman by Kai Andersen Excerpt: Red and the Huntsman Kai Andersen All Rights Reserved Red turned right at the sight of the dirt-beaten track lying between two cottages. It was the way into the forest, where she'd take a shortcut to her Grandma's cottage on the other side. The woods can get a little bit eerie after dark, but for now, sunlight filtered through the dense foliage.
The air was cooler and fresher. Red skipped as she moved from tree to tree, her hand brushing a trunk here, a branch there as she reacquainted with old friends. Birds chirped in happy abandon as they flit to and fro. A furry rabbit hopped up to her and then jumped out of the way when she strode onward. Villagers had spoken of bears and lions residing in the deep recesses of the forest, but so far, in her many trips to visit her Grandma, she'd never encountered them. Craack! Red stopped short. She whirled around, her eyes scanning the brown trunks and the green leaves. Nothing. No movement except the swaying of the leaves in the slight breeze and the flitting of the birds overhead. She shrugged and continued on her way, one hand gripping the basket handle tightly. Must have been her imagination, though she'd never been so bed-- A fierce growl rumbled from somewhere to her left. Oh shit! Sounds like a bear or lion or...whatever it is, I'm getting out of here. She ran helter-skelter from the noises, not knowing or caring where she was going, as long as it was far away. Cold sweat broke out on her skin, borne of terror and desperation. She stumbled over the outstretched roots of the tree, and sprawled to the ground on her face. Her basket hit the hard earth, and the contents scattered across the forest floor. Her heart beat uncomfortably fast and loud as she scrambled to her feet. Oh shit! Forget the basket. My life comes first. She ran as fast as her little feet could. Not having had much exercise, her lungs were burning in a relatively short time. Her legs were aching and the stitch at her side was inviting thoughts of sinking down to the moss-covered forest floor. She strained her ears, but couldn't hear anything except for her harsh breathing and the loud thumping of her heart. She turned her head a little, not knowing why she did so, and ran smack into a hard object.