Backlist Bash: Elizabeth Black

Down to the home stretch! Please welcome the lovely ELIZABETH BLACK, and her erotic fairy tales.

SHR: What makes these particular books your favorite?

EB: It was the most fun to write, and I like my main character very much. I’m a huge cat lover so it was exciting and sexy to create Muca as a kitty shapeshifter. “Purr” is my precursor to my novella “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”, which is my full erotic version of Puss In Boots. “Purr” has done so well I decided to self-publish two more erotic retellings of fairy tales. The other one is “Climbing Her Tower”, my retelling of Rapunzel.


SHR: Who published them? When?

EB: New Dawning Bookfair published “Purr” in the summer of 2011. I’m self-publishing “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” and “Climbing Her Tower” in fall, 2012, assuming they haven’t gone live already.

SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get them published.

EB: I was invited to write a twisted fairy tale by New Dawning, and I always enjoyed Puss In Boots. As for my other two stories, this is my first time self-publishing and it’s been a bit of a learning curve for me but overall I’m enjoying the process very much.

SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

EAB: Keeping up confidence is hard when times are slow or when I don’t get much feedback. A slew of rejections in a row can get me down, too.


SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

EAB: Caution Orange? Gangreen? Black vomit? (It’s an ebola thing. Look it up. LOL) Metalflake red and metalflake yellow – those are the colors I want on my the VW Baja bug I’m going to buy someday. My favorite color to wear is black, since I used to work as a stagehand. I wore stage blacks everywhere and the habit just stuck.




Erotic Romance



Muca was a kitty with a little something extra. Not your ordinary Puss In Boots, she shifted into human form to entice all she met. She aspired for her master to become the richest and most respected man in the land, but her job was cut out for her.  He was but a lowly cobbler whom she tried to pass off as the Marquis of Carabas in order to convince the local farmers to trust her against a cruel ogre who tormented them. Would the farmers believe her, and would they find her charms as alluring as she found theirs?


Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help him gain his fortune. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan’s malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man – the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.


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.



Muca leapt with ease onto the table and stretched out on her back, legs crossed and tail flicking back and forth. “Ah, this is comfortable. Walking tired me out and my feet hurt. Thank you for letting me rest here. And yes, I like being on equal footing with you, as well. So tell me more about this ogre? I have the impression he’s a real bear.”

The farmer rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, making the muscles in his face pulse. Muca saw years of frustration and rage on the man’s face, and her heart lurched at his agony. A strong urge to take him in her arms and comfort him overwhelmed her, but she had better ideas to avenge him. She already knew what Derp was like, but she suspected the farmer needed to talk about him – to get the despair off his chest.

“‘Bear doesn’t begin to describe it. We have worked these lands for generations for a lovely family that treated us well, but as happens sometimes, that family came onto hard times and lost all its wealth. Derp, seeing an opportunity, bought the lands for a song. He has treated us like slaves ever since. This has been going on for several decades, back when my father farmed these lands. We can’t leave because we have long-established roots here. Where would we go? Start over? With what?”

He wring his hands until the knuckles turned white. “Derp has taken everything from us. He kidnaps our most beautiful women and keeps them for himself in his castle. He forces us into humiliating activities with him. You’ve seen two – the tea harvesting and the cow patty game. He’s done worse. When any of us displeased him, for even the most mundane reasons, he’s dragged those people into the square in the middle of winter and doused them with ice water. Two people died. He only laughed about it.”

He buried his face in his hands. Muca could tell he was crying because his shoulders shook with the weight of his exhaustion and grief. The sight of his pain brought tears to her eyes and a lump to her throat. She twisted her body until she sat on the table facing him. She placed one paw on his arm, stroking him gently until he looked at her. “I and my Master can help you, if you let us. We can get you away from that ogre, once and for all. Please let us help you.”

“What makes you so special?” The farmer asked. “I hear your Marquis of Carabas is a powerful man, but is he powerful enough to overcome a sociopathic and sadistic monster? Why should we believe you?”

“Because I have magic the ogre can’t compete with.”

“Show us your magic.”

“Only if you give me a pint.”

“You’re on!”


Her corset loosened as Gyorgy unsnapped each rivet in a languorous motion, each snap taking longer than the last, driving her mad with desire. Lyubov’s mouth traveled down her throat, along her collarbone, and down the center of her chest to rest between her full breasts. As Gyorgy lowered the corset, Lyubov’s lips pressed against Tita’s left breast, causing Tita to mewl in ecstasy. Tita knitted her fingers in Lyubov’s mahogany-colored hair and guided the woman’s face toward her nipple. Lyubov flicked her tongue against the bud until it stood at attention, purple and erect. Tita writhed in Gyorgy’s arms, fighting her desire for Lyubov. Why fight it? Fighting it only makes the arousal more excruciating. She fisted the woman’s loose cotton blouse and yanked it down until it rested around her belly. Full, milk-filled breasts bobbed before Tita’s eyes. Without missing a beat, Tita gripped those breasts in both hands and squeezed until milk dribbled down Lyubov’s chest. She lowered her head and lapped at the delicious fluid with her tongue, and then clamped her mouth hard over Lyubov’s right breast and sucked until sweet warm fluid flowed into her mouth.

She pushed Lyubov until the woman backed up to a couch. Lyubov positioned herself lying on the soft cushions with her body facing outward, giving Tita access to her full breasts. Tita took one tit in her mouth as Gyorgy’s fingers found her heat, pressing in tight circles around her erect clit. Oh God, I can’t stand this much longer, but I want it to go on all night… Tita moaned into Lyubov’s ample flesh, drops of milk spilling from the corners of her mouth. No kitty had ever enjoyed such delicious and sweet nectar as much as Tita did at this very moment.

Tita dipped her finger in Lyubov’s bush until she found her slit. Her fingers slid right in, slipping against the woman’s moist lips. With Lyubov’s clit already erect, Tita thumbed it as she sucked hard on Lyubov’s breast. Lyubov’s chest heaved as her breathing labored in her own arousal. Tita wanted this woman more than she wanted any other woman she had ever known, especially now that she breastfed a child. Being a kitty, Tita had a weakness for fresh milk, but not the variety that came from cows. Lyubov sated her unquenchable thirst as Gyorgy’s fingers worked their magic on her own clit.


“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.










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