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Join Nakedella once again....
How do you un-curse a werewolf? Stay with him day and
night for one lunar cycle...that's how.
When a friend asks Nakedella to help the cursed prince.
how can she refuse?
Join her, the prince/werewolf, and his trusty unicorn on
a trip that crosses the path with fairies,
trolls, and gambling devils.
Can Nakedella shock the devils into paying attention and
break another curse in the process? If
anyone can, it's our girl!
Prologue Dear
Nakedella,
The bearer of this letter needs your assistance. The instant
that he requested my help, I knew that you were the one who could
break the curses.
He was once the prince of a mighty kingdom, who was cursed into
being a werewolf by a disgruntled elven lover. Only a woman who can
spend one complete month with him, day and night, will be able to
break the elf’s curse.
He is willing and able to pay you for being his mistress for
the time that it will take to break the curse. He does grow more
bestial and violent in the day before the full moon, and until two
days after. I am sure that you will be able to manage.
Now for the tricky part.
During the first three days of his initial full moon
transformation, he drove off the inhabitants of his castle. Devils
moved in and spend the evenings playing cards and dice.
They will only leave when something interrupts their games, and
thus far, nothing that the prince has done will interrupt them. I am
confident that your unique talents will be able to do what the
warriors and women loyal to his highness have not.
Be aware however, that if you fail to distract the devils, at
dawn they will rend you limb from limb.
Be cautious. Take care of yourself if you choose to go with
him, but keep in mind that you are his only hope to regain his life
and his castle.
Your servant,
Lagoth, the Magician of the Northern Wastes
She sighed heavily and re-folded the letter. Nakedella looked
up into the face of the warrior who had ridden through the rain-soaked
night. “Are you the prince referred to in the letter?”
“I am.” His dark eyes were hooded, prepared for her
rejection.
She tapped it against her chin and thought her questions out
carefully. “How long have you been afflicted with the curse?”
The steady drip of water off his cape drew out the long seconds
before he answered. “Five years.”
“How long since you have had a willing woman?”
He looked insulted. “A week. Since just before the magician
gave me the letter.”
“Ah, I meant during ‘that time of the month’.” Her
eyebrows raised and she met his uncomfortable gaze. She couldn’t be
sure with his face in the shadow of his cloak, but she could have
sworn that he blushed.
“It has been the entire length of the curse.” He squared
his shoulders, “Give me your rejection, and send me on my way.”
She smiled and turned to bank the flames of the fire. When she
had finished puttering around the room, tidying and straightening the
pillows, her bed and her kitchen,
she returned to face him.
“I accept. Let’s go.”
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