Elizabeth Black - Books

Climbing Her Tower (Naughty Fairy Tales)


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Climbing Her Tower (Erotic Rapunzel)
Naughty Fairy Tales

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 Reviews:

Reviews:

Climbing Her Tower is an erotic twist to the fairy tale Rapunzel. I sure love a good fairy tale and this hot and steamy tale doesn’t disappoint.
Rapunzel has never known life outside her tower. She has never felt the company of a human being other than Mother, and she has never been in close contact with a man - until Prince Richard of Norwich climbs into her tower one dark night and sweeps her off her feet. Prince Richard introduces Rapunzel to erotic pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, and she wants more! In order to make her both his wife and his sex slave, Prince Richard needs to spirit her away from that tower, but Mother stands in his way. Prince Richard and Rapunzel begin a tantalizing and dangerous adventure in order to be together as one. And "let down your hair" takes on an entirely new meaning in their fevered embraces.
Rapunzel’s been trapped in her tower for twenty two years. Her scary mother refuses to let her leave. She dreams about being able to leave her tower, but she has nowhere to go and no one to go to. Rapunzel gazes out the window, dreaming. She sees a centaur and looking at his fine form and lovely flanks, she feels and unfamiliar feeling, making her squirm inside. When he comes closer, she realizes it is a man on a horse, a fine looking man that makes her feel flushed.

 Prince Richard has seen Rapunzel from the distance. He is ruler of Norwich where Rapunzel resides in her tower. When he hears her sing he is captivated. He hears how her mother gets in and gets in the same way, Rapunzel letting down her hair not knowing it is not her mother. 

 Rapunzel has had no dealings with men, only what her mother has read to her in books. The thought of him taking her like the gods do in books, excites her. Prince Richard cannot believe how beautiful Rapunzel is. She is pure and innocent and goes up in flames when he touches her. She lets him touch her any way he wants, instantly does anything he says. She is naturally submissive to this kinky dominant Prince. Her enjoyment of everything he shows her and does to her binds Prince Richard to Rapunzel. He is as obsessed with her as she is with him. On one visit he tells her that her mother is not her mother but actually a witch. In the days between his visits when she is alone, she masturbates as he has taught her. Her mood swings between his visits makes the witch suspicious. Then the witch catches them!

 Climbing Her Tower had more than just Rapunzel squirming! Hot and delicious Prince Richard is a dream. A bit kinky, but that just makes him more interesting. The picture I had of Rapunzel as she was described bit by bit over the course of the tale had me laughing. Maybe that was just my own odd ball view. Prince Richard seemed to love everything about her. I enjoyed every bit of this except one small section. Prince Richard becomes a submissive to Cinderella’s Fairy God-Mother (I’m sure there is a story there!). It just seemed superfluous and totally out of character and seemed to have no real context to the rest of the book. But it was still a hot scene! Climbing Her Tower was loads of fun and if you follow every erotic fairy tale you come across like I do, you are in for a treat.


Everyone is familiar with the story of Rapunzel. A beautiful damsel is taken as an infant and raised alone in a tower by an evil old witch. Climbing Her Tower has all that and more. It is the story of Rapunzel told with a bit of a BDSM twist. The story itself stays true to the original, and is built beautifully on the back of that fairy tale. The characters are easily likeable and very fluid, changing attitudes and personality styles frequently to suit the storyline. I can say I truly enjoyed this novel, and it was definitely not what I expected. Readers who want a blazing hot romance will love this novel.

 Prince Richard has always wondered about the girl in the tower. Having heard her sing, he longs to meet her and woo her. One night, he gets up his courage and calls out to her to let down her hair. She does, and he comes face to face with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her name is Rapunzel. He leads her through sizzling romance, all while avoiding her “mother”, someone he eventually identifies as the witch. As he is trying to save Rapunzel from her tower, Rapunzel is trying to convince mother to let her out. Mother knows something is up, and sets out to trap the two lovebirds. Can Richard and Rapunzel ever get their happily ever after? Does the witch ever get what she deserves? Join the party and find out. You won’t regret it.
[Hitherandthee at Night Owl Reviews: http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Hitherandthee-reviews-Climbing-Her-Tower-by-Elizabeth-Black.aspx]


Blurb:

Rapunzel has never known life outside her tower. She has never felt the company of a human being other than Mother, and she has never been in close contact with a man - until Prince Richard of Norwich climbs into her tower one dark night and sweeps her off her feet. Prince Richard introduces Rapunzel to erotic pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, and she wants more! In order to make her both his wife and his sex slave, Prince Richard needs to spirit her away from that tower, but Mother stands in his way. Prince Richard and Rapunzel begin a tantalizing and dangerous adventure in order to be together as one. And "let down your hair" takes on an entirely new meaning in their fevered embraces.

Excerpt:

Stars shined in the sky when she heard, "Let down your hair!" Why would Mother come to visit her late at night? She visited only during the day. Always a good girl who did what she was told, she coiled her hair around the hook and struggled once again with the braid, feeling the weight as Mother climbed her tresses. She seemed heavier than usual this evening, maybe because Rapunzel was tired.
When a tall, strapping man climbed through her window, she drew back in both fear and … something else. Her skin tingled and her heart raced, but she didn't know why. What kind of effect did this man she recognized from the meadow earlier that day have on her?
"Please don't be afraid," he said. "I heard your beautiful voice and I needed to see you up close. You're more beautiful here in front of me than you are from a distance."
So he heard me sing… She wondered if he was a god like Zeus (Mother read to her about Zeus), and would he take her by force the way the manly Zeus had taken women in the Greek myths? Despite her confusion, she felt a rush of heat course through her body and her skin rose in goose bumps of excitement at the mere presence of him. His smell was intoxicating – of oiled leather and sweat – and she inhaled deeply to immerse herself in his scent. Her entire body tingled in anticipation of what he might do to her, and she realized with a bit of alarm that she wanted him in her tower, alone, to be at his mercy.
She tried to step toward him but her hair held her in place. She turned to her braid and yanked it bit by bit up the tower. The lovely man came to her side, dragging her heavy tresses up the tower and helping her untangle them from the hook until she stood before him, hair free, piled in a mountain at her feet.
"May I touch you? You seem too heavenly to be real." His strong hand alighted on her shoulder, sending ripples of pleasure up and down her arm. What was happening to her? Why was her heart racing so quickly that she couldn't catch her breath? Why did the mere touch of this man make her jump? What would it be like to feel his clean-shaven cheek or – better yet – place one small hand on his massive chest to feel the beat of his heart?
He rubbed her blouse at the hem. "What's this made of? It's very soft."
"My hair. I knit clothing from my hair to pass the time." Taking a chance, she placed her palm against his chest and felt the rise and fall of his rapid breathing. "Who are you?"
"I'm Richard, Prince of Norwich, the ruler of this land. I've seen your tower before but I had never seen you in it. What's your name? Why are you here?"
"My name is Rapunzel. I live here."
"Such a lovely name… Don’t you want to leave, to see the world around you? There's an entire town behind your tower."
Surprised, she thought the meadow surrounded her tower for many miles, isolating her in her loneliness. "So that's why I hear engines and smell food cooking but I can't figure out where it's coming from."
He took her in his arms, and she didn't fight his embrace. His grip around her body was firm yet gentle, and she buried her face in his long, charcoal hair. "Let me take you away from here."
Did she want to leave? She felt safe in her tower but she yearned to run in the long meadow grass far from it, or feel the wind blow through her hair as she rode behind him on his horse. Yes, I want to go, but how? Mother will never let me leave here.
"Take me away with you," she said.
"Yes, I shall take you far from this tower. How long have you lived here?"
"My whole life."
"But why? Who would keep you imprisoned here?"
"My mother, but I'm not imprisoned. She's protecting me."
"From what? There is nothing in the world to be afraid of. Quite the opposite. I want to show you the world, my fair one. But first, I must touch you." He brushed her long hair out of her eyes. "May I?"
"Touch me where?"
"Here." He lowered his face until his lips brushed against hers, like a breeze through the heather in the meadow. Never before kissed by a man, she froze in both fear and arousal, alert to his touch but unable to move. His lips traveled from hers to her cheek, her chin, and her neck, and upon reaching her throat, she gasped with excitement. Yes, she wanted to feel his lips upon her skin, his hands upon her body. Why had Mother kept her in this tower, away from the world? What was out there that scared Mother so?
His gentle touch aroused more goose bumps on her sensitive skin, eager for teasing and the feel of his wet tongue on her warm flesh. His mouth sucked on her skin, bringing forth a gasp of breath from her in both alarm and excitement. She wrapped her arms around his back, slowly at first, and then with more urgency. He felt rugged and manly, qualities she had only heard about but never before experienced.
Her first man pressed his firm lips against the pulse in her throat, and she felt the stubble on his jaw against her tender skin. So this is what a man feels like! So strong and firm, hard yet gentle all at once. Her head spun with the fever of his kisses against her throat and she stretched her head back to give him more room. Heart racing in her chest, she felt the pulsing sinews on his back through his frock coat and then, with trepidation, moved her shaking hands to his broad chest, palms exploring every inch of his luscious body. Strong arms, ripped with muscles, wrapped around her body and held her so tightly he nearly lifted her from the floor.
Stars spun before her eyes and she felt light-headed with arousal and excitement. His hands pressed against her delicate back with such force, she feared he would snap her in two. His touch stirred deep emotions in her that she both feared and relished; she wanted to give her will over to her arousal and to his desire. Her head spun in the throes of his stimulating kiss as his lips traveled from her throat to her waiting mouth. He crushed his lips against hers, taking her breath away, and her head spun in ecstasy.
As he parted her lips with his own he slipped in his tongue. At first alarmed, since she had never heard of such a kiss, she struggled against him; but in his tight grip, she was helpless to escape. His tongue explored her mouth, brushing against her teeth, and she gave into his amorous moves. He tasted of brandy and tobacco, a heady combination. Dizzy with the thrill of his touch, she pulled her head away from him when he released her pouting mouth; but she was eager to taste more of him.
"You feel so beautiful," he whispered in her ear as his lips pressed against her jaw. "May I lift your skirts? I want to see your legs."
Once again, she nodded without speaking. She wanted to feel his hands upon her body. She'd watched him from her tower for days now, enamored of his curiosity, wondering what he looked like. She knew him from a distance, and now he was up close, touching her, arousing her. He lifted her skirts and moaned in delight at what he saw.

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