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‘Lucky’ Excerpt

Following up on yesterday’s post about my new novel, Lucky, being free until Sunday, June 25, I wanted to post an excerpt from the novel. Here’s the start of chapter 1:
 

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Hugo Freeman stared in disbelief at the lottery ticket in his hand, then at the television screen. But the string of numbers had vanished from the screen, replaced by the guy with poofed-up hair and cheese-ball grin and shiny suit.

“There you have it, folks,” the TV guy said in his ain’t everything great voice. “Congratulations to the lucky winners! If you’re not one of those, be sure to try again next week. Who knows when your luck will turn on the Cloud Nine Lottery? Good night folks!”

Cut to a commercial for some kind of drug to alleviate some kind of painful symptoms.

Hugo’s attention was more on the ticket than the screen. Did he win? The numbers that were on TV had seemed to match those on his ticket. Maybe some of the numbers were close. Was there a 39 in the winning numbers, or had it been 29?

Impossible that he matched every winning number. The chances of matching were astronomically against him — and everyone else who played Cloud Nine every week with the hope of picking the five regular numbers and the Lightning Strike number. Thousands of people across the many states where Cloud Nine was offered. All those people handing over a dollar for each ticket, buying several tickets every time.

Hugo had seen it happen regularly. He played regularly, too. Five tickets each week, never the same number. Some people played the same numbers with meanings: birthdays, anniversaries, and such. Hugo didn’t understand the idea behind that strategy. As if luck was somehow bound to catch up with numbers meaningful to a certain person.

It was like driving the same car on the same road and thinking the road would end up in a paradise of sexy beachgoers who handed you a tropical drink and invited you to join the party. But, in reality, the road led to the same Goddamn places it had always did. Same bullshit houses, same bullshit stores.

He would find out the winning numbers tomorrow, at work. He’d wait until Darnell was in his office doing paperwork, then Hugo would pull out the ticket and compare his numbers against the official ones. The numbers had looked close on TV, but that didn’t win anything. No prize for close. Only right on the money got you the money.

Hold on. The Internet didn’t provide answers to everything, but it gave a lot of answers. Would Cloud Nine’s website have the numbers so soon after the little plastic numbered balls were lifted out of the glass box, where they swirled in a mini tornado? It was worth checking out.

Hugo turned on his old laptop and retrieved a Budweiser from the fridge while the computer woke up. Taking a drink of beer, he knew he didn’t win. He never did. He was used to the slowness of his laptop, but it irritated him as he sat on the couch and watched the computer on the coffee table. He wanted to be done with this chore. See that his numbers were close losers, then he could wrap up Friday night.

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Eric Key’s New Story

Eric Key’s new story — Mstislav — is out, and it’s available for free at Smashwords.

Eric used to have a WordPress blog, where he talked not only about his writing, but stories from others. This support was extended to other people’s blogs, where I saw he was a frequent commenter. He also supported my writing on my blog, for which I’m grateful. It’s in this spirit of helping out a fellow indie author that I’m posting about his new story — and a couple of his other stories that are freshly available on Smashwords.

Before I get into his three ebooks, I want to say that reading them comes at an appropriate time for me. The novel I’m writing for NaNoWriMo is horror, and it was really interesting to read what another author has done within the genre.

However, Eric’s stories aren’t just horror — they’re erotic horror. So you need to know that these stories are only for readers 18 years and older, due to the explicit descriptions of sex and violence. As Eric’s warning message on his ebooks says, “This story is a work of fiction and it is intended for mature audiences. All the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18.”

The first two stories below are erotic horror, and they bring a big, walloping dose of both of those. These are not the stories for you if you want a romance with sparkly vampires. What you get instead are intense stories with scenes that come right at you, and there are things in them that I’ve never read about before. Enough to maybe make Stephen King flinch. Indeed, Eric has a very vivid imagination. These are dark stories that aren’t exactly for squeamish readers.

The third story below is erotica and contains BDSM. I’ve never read Fifty Shades of Grey, so I can’t compare Eric’s For the Glory to that popular BDSM book, but I can tell you that Eric’s story has very hot scenes. It also might be the only erotica book with a Gettier problem in it.

The blurbs for each book are under the titles. Click on the covers or titles to jump to their Smashword pages. As of today, all of these ebooks are free…
Mstislav, by Eric Keys

Mstislav

Angela is a school teacher with a double life. She thinks her secrets might get her into trouble someday, but it turns out the the secrets of one of her students and her husband are far more of a threat to the world than her dabbling in erotic writing. As things come to light Angela is drawn into a world of violence, vengeance, blood, sex and glory. You see, she’s about to meet Mstislav.

Grace and Blood, by Eric Keys
Grace and Blood

All Gracie wanted was to fulfill her passionate desire for her boss, Kevin. But when she finally makes her move she finds herself drawn into a story beyond her understanding. It’s a story of fear, blood and lust that might set fire to the world.

For the Glory, by Eric Keys
For the Glory

Sometimes it takes extraordinary measures to turn hate into love.

Ilsa was driven by rage when she met Saul. He was everything she despised, but he saw something more in her. But does he have the determination to break through Ilsa’s defenses? And more importantly, does Ilsa have the strength to let him?

Warning: There are ideas and words in here which might make you uncomfortable, but there is also plenty of hot BDSM action. And maybe there will be a happy ending.

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One last thing: Eric’s new blog is The Blood, The Glory, and The Grace.


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Bavarian Beauty — Novel Giveaway and Excerpt #3

This one isn’t as long as the other excerpts I’ve posted of my novel, Bavarian Beauty, but I wanted to give a little peek into one of the many sex scenes.

On and on, I fucked her and spanked her and she cried out “Yes, sir!” and the spot on her butt cheek grew pinker and pinker where my palm hit it. Thrills raced through me, the thrills of dominating her, of being the strong one in charge, having her do my whim, service me, call me sir and cast her head downward and whisper “I love you” to my cock which no woman had ever done before and no woman had never made me beg for her pussy before and no woman had ever wanted to unleash the animal in me to let it loose and watch it roar and thrash.

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Does this whet your appetite to read more? You can try your luck at a random drawing for 5 free ebooks of this novel. Simply send an email to me at augustmacgregor@gmail.com by the end of the month (September 30). In your email, tell me the name that, if you do win, you’d like me to include on the post when I list the winners on October 1. You know, if you don’t want me to include your full name, you can shorten it (like A. Bouffant) or go with a nickname (like Saucy Pants). The winners will be picked by random out of a hat. Those 5 lucky winners will receive an email with a coupon code so they can download the ebook from Smashwords for free.

Only open for readers who are at least 18 years old. This is erotica, after all. In case you couldn’t tell from that excerpt.

Bavarian Beauty cover

But, if you just can’t wait until the giveaway and you’re not the gambling type, you can purchase the ebook at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords (you have to click “Adult Content” in the top blue bar, all the way to the right to view these kinds of books). This is a work of erotic fiction and is meant for mature readers only. It contains explicit descriptions of sex (including threesomes and light BDSM), a lot of hot chocolate, Bavarian food, beer drinking, gorgeous scenery of mountains, a few leather outfits, and a creepy mannequin.


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Bavarian Beauty — Novel Giveaway and Excerpt #2

I’m running a giveaway of my erotic novel, Bavarian Beauty, and all you have to do is send me an email!

Just drop me a line at augustmacgregor@gmail.com by Tuesday, September 30. When you email me, please tell me the name that, if you do win, you’d like me to include on the post when I list the winners on October 1. You know, if you don’t want me to include your full name, you can shorten it (like N. Stevadore) or go with a nickname (like Queen Kitty). I’ll pick the winners by random. At the end of September 30, I’ll put the names of everyone who emailed me into a hat and pick out 5 names. I’ll email those 5 lucky readers with a coupon code so they can use to download the ebook from Smashwords for free.

Only for readers who are older than 18!

So, what’s this novel about, anyway?

It’s comprised mostly of journal entries written by the main character, Simon Edwards, as he deals with his dirndl fetish. Because Simon has dealt with many disappointments with women turning him down for being “weird” and “crazy” with his unusual fetish, he can get excitable when faced with women who fulfill his fetish. But isn’t enthusiasm a wonderful trait?

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An excerpt from the novel:

      She undid her braids and shook out them out. Her sandy blonde hair tumbled down in an avalanche of soft waves to gently settle on her tits. Gorgeous, fucking gorgeous. Some hairs were bright blonde. Others were light brown. What did she think of me as I watched her so intensely? My fascinated, lusty inner teenager was plain to see. Hopefully, she thought I was simply a cute American enjoying a Bavarian hottie.
      Her body deserves a long paragraph in my German guidebook, with details of each peak and crevice. And her hair, too. Starting with a part in the middle, then falling in long tresses. It’s a sight not to be missed. One sight among many. She deserves to be at the top of the list of Must See Bavarian Attractions.
      Actually, strike that. Tourists would line up to see her, with their fancy cameras at the ready, clicking away. Fuck that.
      She’s got a long entry in my journal. It’s nice and private. Hopefully, she’ll be in more entries. MANY MORE.

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Bavarian Beauty cover
Want to read more? Send me an email at augustmacgregor@gmail.com to enter the giveaway by September 30. Or, if you’re burning with desire to read the book before then, you can purchase the ebook at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords (you have to click “Adult Content” in the top blue bar, all the way to the right to view these kinds of books). This is a work of erotic fiction and is meant for mature readers only. It contains explicit descriptions of sex (including threesomes and light BDSM), a lot of hot chocolate, Bavarian food, beer drinking, gorgeous scenery of mountains, a few leather outfits, and a creepy mannequin.


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Bavarian Beauty — Novel Giveaway and Excerpt #1

Bavarian Beauty ebook cover

My first novel is out!

Before I get into a description of the novel, I want to first mention that I’m going to give away 5 copies of its ebook file — for the low, low price of FREE.

And who doesn’t like FREE??

If you’re interested, simply send me an email to augustmacgregor@gmail.com. You have until the end of the month: Tuesday, September 30. When you email me, please tell me the name that, if you do win, you’d like me to include on the post when I list the winners on October 1. You know, if you don’t want me to include your full name, you can shorten it (like R. Tigglesworth) or go with a nickname (like Mr. Cool). I’ll pick the winners by random. Seems like a fair way to go, right? At the end of September 30, I’ll take all the names of people who emailed me, and I’ll put them in a hat and pick out 5 names. Then I’ll email those 5 wildly lucky folks a coupon code so they can download the ebook from Smashwords for free.

Only send me an email if you are 18 years or older — since this is an erotic novel.

And don’t worry, I’m not going to add your email to a distribution list or anything like that. I don’t have a distribution list!

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Now let’s get into the description of the book… here’s the blurb:

Simon Edwards has an unusual fetish. Some guys are excited by French Maids or sexy nurses, but these do nothing for Simon. He has a fetish for dirndls — the traditional dress worn by women in Bavaria, such as during Oktoberfest, and it’s the counterpart to men in lederhosen.

How did Simon’s fetish start? His first sexual experience was with a German woman who fit the blonde and busty stereotype. This experience was fused together with his love of Bavarian Beauty hot chocolate (a fictional brand), and his fetish was born.

Since Simon is only turned on by this specific dress, he endures many disappointing dates with non-dirndl wearing women as he seeks someone he clicks with. These disappointments lead him to fly to Munich during Oktoberfest to immerse himself in dirndl heaven.

But things don’t exactly go according to plan.

Simon finds out that he’s not the only one with a fetish. And he must ask himself how far he’s willing to go to deliver on someone else’s fantasy. This story is about people with desires that differ from what is considered mainstream, and their search to find someone they feel comfortable with to share those desires.

This novel (106,750 words) is mostly comprised of Simon’s entries in his journal, and a few other sections are transcripts from Simon’s sessions with his therapist to work on his fetish.

This is a work of erotic fiction and is meant for mature readers only. It contains explicit descriptions of sex (including threesomes and light BDSM), a lot of hot chocolate, Bavarian food, beer drinking, gorgeous scenery of mountains, a few leather outfits, and a creepy mannequin.

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A little bit more about Simon: he’s single, in his mid-20s, lives in Philadelphia, grew up in Albany (NY), and works in information technology. The dating scene has been rough on him due to his very specific fetish. Because he is used to women thinking he’s crazy for having a dirndl fetish, he becomes very excited when life becomes better for him. Parts of his journal articles don’t exactly read like they’re from a calm, cool, collected guy. I liked his enthusiasm, his quick excitability when his love live improved — and when he was faced with things he didn’t plan for.

The other main character is Gretchen, and I don’t want to describe her in too much detail, for the worry of giving away too much. Here’s a little bit about her: she’s a waitress, she loves family, she’s strong as hell, and she’s got a dream to be a fashion designer.

Now for an excerpt, and this comes at the beginning. It’s part of a transcript between the main character, Simon Edwards (SE), and his therapist Dr. Karl Shafer (KS). The excerpt starts off with Simon speaking:

      Okay, let’s move on. Back to Playground Europe. I figured that I’ve tried many restaurants, so this place was next. So I drove down there. Have you ever been there?
      KS: No, I haven’t.
      SE: It’s in South Carolina. It’s one of those amusement parks where you’ve got parts for different countries. Germany, England, France, Italy, um, let’s see, and Greece and Spain. Maybe others. I can’t remember exactly. Anyway, they’ve got pubs and those red phone booths in the England part. And a fake Eiffel Tower in the France part. All that kind of stuff. You don’t have to fly all the way over to Europe, and you can see it all in one day.
      It’s all fake, sure, but you get the gist of it. I first went on a couple of rollercoasters to loosen me up. I didn’t want to rush right to it. I was so worked up at the entrance, that I needed to calm down some. The rollercoasters did the trick.
      [PAUSE]
      Then Germany.
      I figured lunch would be a good time to go. They’ve got this restaurant made up like it’s Oktoberfest all the time. Hey, Oktoberfest in July. Crazy, right? But you can get the experience without waiting for the actual Oktoberfest.
      And there she was. Not perfect like I’ve seen on some websites, but she was good. Damn good. It took lots of control not to approach her right away. I didn’t want to come off as desperate, you know? I’ve screwed up like that before.
      She had brunette hair and smaller breasts than the women on those websites that show you the ideal. But who cares? It’d be crazy to hold out for the ideal. If I did that, I’d have even more trouble than I already do.
      KS: You’d be narrowing your field even more than it is now.
      SE: Yeah, tell me about it. That’d be seriously dumb.
      So I ate my Bratwurst and potatoes and watched her. But I didn’t stare. I was careful about not staring at her. She was really busy, rushing around bringing people their food. She was good. She kept her calm while all us tourists ordered our lunch. It was fun to watch her work. The real thing is so much better than websites and movies.

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I made up Playground Europe — there’s no amusement park by that name in South Carolina (at least not by a Google search).

Interested in reading the rest of the novel? Email me at augustmacgregor@gmail.com to try your luck in the giveaway for 5 ebooks. Or, if you simply can’t wait, you can purchase the ebook at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords (you have to click “Adult Content” in the top blue bar, all the way to the right to view these kinds of books).

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Finally, the fine print:
Any resemblance between the characters in this novel with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The two cover images are stock photography, and the models are used for illustrative purposes only — inclusion on the cover is not meant to imply the models’ involvement in the activities described in this story. All characters in the story are older than 18 years old and participate in consensual sex. The events described in the story should not be taken as medical advice for the treatment of a fetish. The mention of companies and products in the story should not be taken as their support of the events in the story.


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Maid Marian’s Missions: Excerpt 2

Another excerpt from my erotic short story, Maid Marian’s Missions:

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“I’ve never seen you before,” the guard said as he glared at Robin. “What’s your name?”

“Justice,” Robin replied without altering his voice to make it sound feminine.
Quizzical was the guard’s face before it was hit by Robin’s fist. The guard staggered back, then Robin’s kick to his chest knocked him down. His head hit the stone floor with an nasty thud.

“Is he dead?” wide-eyed Marian asked.

“No. Look at his chest. He’s breathing. I’ve learned to be careful around you.”
From inside his dress, Robin took out a metal black thing with four spikes. When he pulled the spikes apart, it looked like a menacing claw.

“Don’t hurt him,” Marian said.

Robin smirked. “Should I sing him a lullaby?”

Again, Robin produced something from underneath his dress like a magician. A rope that was wrapped around his waist many times as if it were a belt. He attached one end of the rope to the black claw, secured the claw against an archer’s slit in the castle’s wall, and threw the rope over the wall. As Marian peered over the battlement, her stomach flipped. The rope dangling against the sheer wall seemed too fragile.

“You mean climb down?” she asked with a shaky voice.

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Maid Marian's Mission ebook coverThis ebook is available FREE through Sunday at Smashwords. If you’d rather get it from Amazon, it’s available there for the Kindle (at $1.29). And it’s also available at Barnes & Noble for the Nook (at $1.29). In this story, you’ll find group sex, one-on-one sex, a saucy limerick, a daring escape, lively arguments, appreciation of the natural world, and wonderful orgasms. This short story (15,124 words) is a work of erotic fiction meant for mature readers only who are aged 18 years and older.


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Maid Marian’s Missions: Free Ebook!

Maid Marian's Missions ebook coverI have a new e-book out! Freshly published, Maid Marian’s Missions is an erotic short story with characters from the Robin Hood legend as you’ve never seen them before. The title doesn’t lie: Maid Marian is in there. And you’ll also find that sly marksman and stealer of the rich and giver to the poor, Robin Hood—as well as Prince John and Friar Tuck.

So … what is this story about? Good question!

In her mission, Maid Marian bravely approaches Prince John to try to persuade him to lower taxes for the good people of Nottingham.

But things don’t exactly go according to plan. Maid Marian could never have anticipated the events of that night with Prince John, and then the next day as she lays low in Sherwood Forest, in the worry of being pursued by the prince’s minions.

Arousal is in the air as spring warms the earth after winter’s cold clutches. Also, Beltane night looms. This is the pagan ritual at the end of April to celebrate the union of the Beltane God with the Goddess, to rejoice in the arrival of spring and bless the land’s fertility. The next day is May Day, when the villagers dance around the Maypole. But before that happens, there will be dancing with poles of another sort (sorry for the bad pun, but it had to be done).

In this story, you’ll find group sex, one-on-one sex, a saucy limerick, a daring escape, lively arguments, appreciation of the natural world, and wonderful orgasms.

This short story (15,124 words) is a work of erotic fiction meant for mature readers only who are aged 18 years and older.

This ebook is FREE for a few days from Smashwords. After Sunday, it’ll cost $1.29, so go on and get it while it costs absolutely nothing!

Now for a nice, lengthy excerpt from the story:

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Maid Marian’s Missions (excerpt)

The feast could have fed all of Nottingham, but these pigs did not care one fig. They sloppily ate with nary a charitable thought—or even manners. This pig gnawed on venison. That pig slurped wine. Yet another one picked his teeth with a swan’s bones.

Marian looked at the pigs sitting around the castle’s banquet hall, and her stomach twisted with revulsion. These people were dressed in the finest cloths, but they could not hide the fact that they were actually pigs underneath. The sweet lute music could not drown out their noisy eating. Nor could the juggler with his red balls distract her from the vile orgy of over-consumption.

What if the villagers were here instead of these pigs? Marian wondered. It was easy for her to imagine the good people of Nottingham in a long line leading to the banquet table. Each peasant could pluck a few morsels then move along, so the next fellow and lady could also enjoy some. They would take just enough. That’s all. Not like these pigs. The line of townsfolk would stretch through the doorway, wind through the castle, and out to the village. The abundance of meats, cheeses, pastries, and breads could surely have fed all of them.

“Why, Marian, you’ve hardly touched your meal!”

The booming voice cracked her fantasy like greasy hands cracking a vulture’s bone. No question where the voice came from. The head pig sat only a few seats away from her. Prince John, with his merry eyes and neatly trimmed beard on chubby cheeks. Bedecked in more finery than anyone else there. He wore more jewelry than any maid that Marian had ever seen, in fact. Disgust gurgled in her stomach. Yet again.

“My thoughts are full of other interests,” Marian said. “Could we discuss your taxes now?”

“Dear little Marian.”

She tried hard not to glare at him for this condescending name.

Prince John looked amused as he continued: “Does this look like a good time for business?” He waved his hand over the table that was burdened with sumptuous foodstuffs.

Laughs were expelled by the other piggies.

“Wait ’til after we sup,” John said. “Business is unhealthy for digestion. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Here, here,” the piggies murmured.

“I suppose it can wait,” she replied.

“Aye, there’s the spirit. Now, eat and be merry!”

“Huzzah!” someone called out.

Sighing, she reminded herself to be patient. An ambassador for the meek and poor had to be patient. The townsfolk depended on her. Even if Robin thought she was on a fool’s errand. He had given up on diplomacy long ago. He lacked the patience for talking, and he chose action instead. Marian could understand his decision, in light of diplomacy frequently being mind-numbing and frustrating. And frequently not leading to the hoped-for result. But, still, it had to be tried.

Someone clapped twice in rapid succession, and the lute stopped playing. Serving boys brought wooden platters piled high with tarts, custards, and cakes. Greasy fingers dove into the sugary excess.

They look delectable, Marian thought. Wait. Hold yourself. You should stay hungry. Just as many villagers go hungry. And all because of this pig’s high taxes. Hunger will keep your mind sharp.

A man dressed in garishly colored garments approached the head table. He bowed and said, “Sire, we have a new play written expressly for your pleasure.”

“For our pleasure?” Prince Pig replied. Again his voice boomed about the hall. “Then we hope to be quite pleased! If not … how are your skills at emptying chamber pots?”

The actor’s face paled. “I would rather not find out, m’lord.”

“Then go! Play for us!”

The actor scurried away. A hush fell upon the room as the pigs quieted down so as to hear the play.

A man holding leafy branches walked to the middle of the hall. He raised his branches, so that he resembled a tree. Two actors, dressed as hunters, appeared. Their bows held arrows tipped with soft-looking balls instead of sharp points. The hunters seemed to be sneaking up on something as they approached the man pretending to be a tree, and they seemed to be using the pretend tree as cover. The tree actor tickled his leaves on the head of one of the hunters.

“Oh!” cried the hunter. “What was that? Evil spirits?”

“Nonsense,” said the second hunter. “Don’t be a child.”

This could be entertaining. At least it’ll be better than watching the pigs eat. Marian shifted in her chair and, without thinking, picked up a tart and was quite pleased on how delicious the cherries inside tasted.

Again, the tree actor tickled the worried hunter with a branch, and he squealed. Chuckles scattered from the audience.

“Would you calm down?” scolded the second hunter in mock exasperation. “We’ll never catch turkeys with you screaming and carrying on.”

The tree actor shook his leaves on the two hunters, and this time both of the hunters squealed loudly in faked fright. The pigs roared with laughter at the hunters scampering around.

Finally, a hush returned as the hunters stopped. One hunter said, “‘Twas only the wind. Crimey. Look.” He pointed across the hall, where another actor stood wearing a hood with deer antlers.

“A beautiful creature,” said one hunter.

“Aye,” replied the other, “but it is against the law to hunt deer. They’re only for the royals.”

Prince Pig grunted approvingly.

Suddenly, another man tiptoed to the center of the hall. Right between the hunters and the pretend deer. This new actor was dressed in green and a feathered cap. He first glanced right and left, and then he raised his bow and aimed an arrow at the pretend deer. His arrow did not have a soft tip like those carried by the duo of hunters. It appeared to be a normal arrow tip.

A hunter in the duo raised his hand next to his mouth in a gesture meant to convey a secret. “‘Tis Robin Hood,” he said in a loud, emphasized tone meant to be a whisper. “A much better catch for us than a turkey.”

“Truer words have never been uttered,” whispered his companion.

The two hunters shot their arrows. Both hit the fake Robin with their tips of soft balls, and he theatrically fell over.

“Oh,” pretend Robin croaked. “I die, I die! Alone, I die!”

The pigs cheered, with Prince John the loudest.

Marian couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. Preposterous! She nearly yelled a protest, then bit her lip. Stay your tongue. How can you persuade the prince if you anger him? If only King Richard was sitting in that chair. He wouldn’t allow this nonsense. Not him. He has more kindness than all these pigs put together. Lion hearted and kind hearted. More of a man than any around here.

The actors bowed and departed, then a bumbling jester took over the entertainment. But his antics were lost on Marian. She was busy worrying about Robin’s safety. Could he end up killed like in the play? A possibility, but it was more likely that he’d be caught and thrown in a dungeon, left there to rot. How long until that happened? Or worse, not be left to rot in a dungeon, but instead be dragged to the village square and hanged so that all could witness? These pigs would cheer and clap just as hard at Robin’s hanging. The cherry tart in Marian’s mouth lost its flavor.

I could save him. I could persuade the prince to reduce taxes. Robin won’t steal any more. He won’t be in danger. I must do all I can to persuade the prince.

“Dear Marian,” a voice said. A hand rested on her shoulder.

Prince John was above her. Behind her. His eyes danced with mirth. “We shall listen to your business now. Come, follow us.”

She nodded and took in a deep breath as she stood up. With Marian by the prince’s side, they wound through the castle’s halls. Prince John yammered on about his hunt when he had killed a deer. Marian was thankful for the two lady attendants following them, so they were not alone.

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Want to read more? Head on over to Smashwords, where you can get this ebook FREE through Sunday. If you’d rather get it from Amazon, it’s available there for the Kindle (at $1.29). And it’s also available at Barnes & Noble for the Nook (at $1.29).