Tangere Tales 1
Cursed with a beastly appearance by a fae enchantress, Bestiale and Charmeur live a lonely, wintry life in exile until a spirited redhead bursts into their lives—right out of thin air.
Angel Hunter challenges them at every turn, determined to return to her home because she misses her friends and what little family she has left. Though she can’t deny the growing connection she shares with Bestiale and Charmeur, she must refuse them.
With the help of their crafty little sister and a meddling fae enchantress, they’re going to convince her that the Northern Kingdom of Tangere is the only home she could ever want.
When an evil from Angel’s former life finds his way to her new home, intent on her destruction, will the magic of her happily ever after prevail?
Scroll down for a "first look" guest chat one of my favorite bloggers did with Bestiale and Charmeur.
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Story Excerpt…
Stifling the growl that welled up inside of him, along with a good deal of anger at his brother, and the enchantress, for placing this burden on him, Bestiale spoke with as much gentleness as he could muster.
“Good night, then, mon ange. Sleep well.” He gave her a short bow, and stalked from the room, each step increasing until he was at a run, headed straight for his brother’s back.
READ MOREAngel couldn’t be blamed for not trusting them. Yes, he was an idiot for proposing too soon, he saw that now, but Charmeur’s constant mental barrage of carnality had made it impossible to concentrate.
As if you could’ve done any better, shithead. You’d have had your dick out, offering to let her suck it! he roared through their connection, after making sure Fleur wasn’t privy to this argument. He pounced on Charmeur and took him to the marble floor. They each connected with fists at the same time.
At least she would know I had one, gutless wonder! Charmeur replied, delivering an uppercut that bounced Bestiale’s head off the marble. You have as much charm as you do brains.
They continued struggling as Fleur called to them from the staircase. Bestiale? Charmeur?
I have brains enough to know when to keep my mouth shut. I couldn’t think for all your idiotic bickering.
Uh…bourriques?
What? they exclaimed in unison, pulling back fists to land more blows.
Charmeur gaped at his sister. She’d called them jackasses. Such language, sister.
Fleur scoffed in disgust as she flounced up the stairs, her long tail swishing with agitation. She’s watching you two buffoons go at it like the imbeciles that you are. She blew a raspberry at them. At the rate you two are going, I’m going to be tongue-bathing for all eternity. Buttheads.
Still frozen, they turned and saw Angel gaping in horror at them in the archway.
Bestiale rose to his feet, jerking his coat into place while Charmeur adjusted his lace-trimmed shirtsleeve.
“You know what? Fuck this for real,” she muttered as she grabbed up her skirts and turned to the entry. “I’m leaving.”
“You can’t!” Bestiale shouted as he followed her with Charmeur close behind.
Their one chance at redemption looked determined as her skirts swished and swirled around her ankles as if trying to impede her movements.
“Watch me! Stay away from me!” she shouted.
She is majestic when infuriated, Charmeur murmured in their connection.
At least there was no trace of fear in her scent.
She flung open the door, heedless of the heavy snow falling outside.
What do we do now? If we catch her and try to bring her back inside she will just fight us. We risk injuring her, Charmeur said, lifting his clawed hands before him. I can’t stand to see her upset.
At least she’s not running, Bestiale replied as he watched her yank the skirts from around her ankles with a growl as she stalked over the threshold. If she ran, he’d have no choice but to chase her, and chases led to unpredictable outcomes. Speaking of unpredictable, it seemed the enchantress had taken things into hand for them.
Charmeur gasped. Mon Dieu!
Bestiale just stared.
Angel froze and looked down at herself, balled her hands into fists, and stamped her feet as she screamed in fury. The dress and shoes she’d been wearing had simply vaporized from her body, leaving her only in her bare skin. Naked, luscious skin and curves that made his hands twitch and his balls ache. She turned as she screamed and threw a little tantrum, making her beautiful, abundant breasts bounce with each movement. Her eyes sparked with rage as they lit on the two of them, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she stood there, hobbled in the snow. “What are you looking at, motherfuckers?”
Through their silent, and thankfully private link, Charmeur sighed. Well, at least she can no longer attempt to leave. To suckle upon those nipples in real life rather than in a dream. Mon Dieu. I’m about to explode.
Bestiale squeezed his eyelids shut and held his hands behind his back in fists so as not to strangle his brother. He cleared his throat and stepped toward the doorway. In as gentle a tone as he could muster, he said, “Angel, if you will please step back over the threshold, your clothing should return.”
Obviously hesitant to come near him, she took small steps as he backed away until she was once again over the threshold. The silk gown patterned with peacock feathers and her slippers reformed on her body. It wasn’t lost on him that this was the more camouflaging dress she’d worn earlier in the day, and he had the distinct feeling they’d just lost ground because of his inept proposal.
She shivered and rubbed her arms as he shut the door once she was completely through it.
“I apologize, ange. You cannot leave…any more than we can leave. You must stay, as must we. It is the way of…things.”
Lifting her skirts, she trudged past them to the stairs. “This is bullshit. I’m going to bed.”
Bestiale and Charmeur caught up with her at the landing to the wide staircase.
“But you’ve barely eaten anything. Please return to your meal. You must be starved.” I am starved for you, beauty.
“My appetite is suddenly gone.”
They bowed as she passed, and Bestiale watched her ascend with her back ramrod straight and her head proudly erect. She was beauty incarnate, and he fell a little more in love with her.
“Good night, mon ange,” he called.
She turned with passion flaring in her eyes and delivered a hand gesture that meant the same thing in any language. “Up yours!”
A minute later, her door slammed and a muffled scream of frustration echoed down the stairwell.
Charmeur let out a deep breath, and Bestiale agreed with the mental thought he projected. What a woman.
Explicit excerpt…
Angel awakened and at first didn’t understand what she was seeing. After blinking, she realized it was the underside of a tree towering over her, its tremendous leafy branches stretching out to the horizon in all directions, filtering the soft sunlight glowing through.
A gentle wind whispered over her skin, carrying the scent of wildflowers and ruffling the thick, silky fur she rested on against her skin. Closing her eyes, she basked in the heady sensations as she came fully awake. Another whisper of wind breathed over her bare abdomen, and she gasped as her nipples tightened. She thought to sit up but was unable to, as if she wasn’t in control of her limbs.
The breeze drifted over her torso again, leaving gooseflesh in its warm wake, and she took in a sharp breath as the tender flesh between her legs pulsed. Flexing her hips, she sensed the slick heat between her lips. She couldn’t remember a particularly erotic dream, but she most definitely was aroused. The motion brushed the furs against her backside, and she sighed, relieved she was finally able to move, to stretch.
She felt as if she’d slept for a day and a night. When she brushed her legs together, her clit throbbed and her nipples tightened. Heat rushed to her cheeks as it dawned on her that she was naked outdoors, lying on the fur, where anyone could see her. They could watch if she pleasured herself. The hedonistic thought made her even hotter. Desire for an orgasm flooded her, and she glanced around, wondering if anyone was in fact watching her. Seeing no one in the isolated landscape, she closed her eyes as she slid her hand down her abdomen to the slick and swollen flesh between her legs.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as she circled her clit, so slippery and hot, as if she’d been aroused for longer than just a few moments. Her entrance clenched, and she wished she had a toy with her but knew she wouldn’t take long, even without it.
The fur caressed her back as she arched and tilted her hips. The growing heat in her flushed body contrasted with the cool breeze, making her shiver as if it were cold even though it wasn’t. Sliding her fingers into her entrance, she used the other hand to continue circling her clit, the tension growing deep within as she pumped her fingers in and out.
As she panted and moaned, she slowly became aware of the rhythmic sound of footsteps, and a pair of shadows blotted out the dappled sunlight above. She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. Warmth enclosed her on both sides, easing the chill on her heated skin from the cool breeze, and she froze as warm lips and a wet tongue encircled one of her tight nipples. A large, callused hand settled over her fingers circling her clit and pressed gently as if encouraging her to continue.
A deep, whiskey-rough voice spoke next to her ear, sending shivers over her skin and making her even wetter. “Yes, mon ange. You are lovely like this.” The fingers worked over hers, increasing the tempo.
Another pair of warm lips brushed the underside of her other breast, pressing light kisses. His lower lip dragged across her skin until her nipple ached for attention, and then she gasped as he dragged his teeth lightly over the hardened tip.
As he teased her breast, another hand enclosed the top of her hand working in and out of her needy pussy. Oh, how she wanted to feel a hot cock filling her right that moment. Warm hands grasped her thighs and spread them. A low growl sounded as the motion revealed every inch of her, as well as how slick and swollen she was, ready to be fucked. One of them kissed her, gently at first, nibbling at her lips, but then more forcefully, his tongue dueling with hers until she was breathless and wild with need. Her pussy quivered, her orgasm mere seconds away, as lips trailed up her throat and brushed against the tender flesh beneath her ear.
“Remember, mon ange, do not trust in appearances.”
Diverted from her imminent orgasm, she tried to open her eyes but couldn’t.
“Wh-What?”
“Joli ange,” a velvety baritone whispered, drawing her attention.
“Oh, just a little more. Please!” She moaned as the touch of lips upon her body and the pressure of hands guiding her as she pleasured herself eased off before whispering away on the breeze, taking the warmth with them.
“Do not trust in appearances, ange,” the voice whispered, dwindling to silence as if blown away on the wind.
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Eniko's Guest Chat with Bestiale and Charmeur
Hello and welcome!
Get a cup or glass of something and make yourself comfortable, do I have a story to tell you, I am so excited!!! Keep reading!
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A few days ago…
Thankful that I’d dressed for freezing conditions, I cast a look around the snow frosted landscape. I’d been waiting for Heather Rainier to arrive for the interview for the last several minutes.
The portal was right where she’d told me it would be, and my destination was obvious when I finally got up the guts to open my eyes. I’m not a fan of rollercoasters but that’s how the pit in my stomach felt for several minutes as I crossed the frozen ground and climbed the curving flights of steps leading to the castle. Even frozen, it was a beautiful sight, all capped with snow like frosting on a cake.
I admit to feeling a little cowardly about using the knocker on the massive front door without Heather at my side. She knew these guys…or at least knew they wouldn’t devour her on site. As a stranger showing up on their doorstep, would they show me the same consideration?
“Purr-kitt?”
The unmistakable feline inquiry made me twirl around, the snow and slush crunching under my boots as I turned. An elegant, pristinely white cat perched on a wide baluster nearby. She sat there, Sphinx-like, as if she knew her greeting would startle me, the minx. She blinked eyes which were the color of violets and her ears twitched when an icy wind tossed her silky fur about.
She stood and stretched as I came close and reached out to stroke her. “Hello there, kitty. You wouldn’t happen to know the occupants of this castle well, would you?”
“Purr-kitt,” she replied, leaping into my arms and rubbing her chin against mine, as if she knew me already. She made herself comfortable in my arms and began to purr. The sound and deep vibration had a definite calming effect on me as I turned back to the door and eyed the knocker, a representation of the face of some ferocious beast. The thought of lifting it and knocking didn’t fill me with confidence. I really wanted to wait for Heather to arrive, since she’d set the interview up, but I was freezing my butt off, and surely the cat wanted inside, too.
As if in response, she meowed again. Her tone, not plaintive with cold, but instead reassuring, gave me the confidence to go for it. Later I could tell Heather, who must’ve gotten held up, that I’d taken her advice. “Seize the day, baby!”
Maybe it was my nerves, but the sound the knocker made against the beast’s face seemed to boom through the whole castle. Somewhere within the structure, a door slammed. The cat nonchalantly watched the door, while making biscuits on my arms. I took a deep breath. She had to live here and she looked really well cared for. Surely if they didn’t eat her they wouldn’t eat me.
The door was flung open. “What—” A shadow filled the door, like filled it to the top, and a frightening beast suddenly loomed out and spotted me. No, he definitely glowered at me. He had fangs. He yanked open the door farther, coming into the light, and revealing his huge clawed hands.
I did what any self-respecting sissy would do. I screamed. He winced, showing more of his fangs, and I screamed again, even louder. Beasts in theory are one thing. Beasts in reality are a whole different deal. Still screaming, I had enough presence of mind to notice that the cat rolled her beautiful blue eyes and leap into his arms.
He winced at my screaming, looking at me as if I was some crazy loon while clasping the cat to him. With a sigh, he looked at the cat and said, “Fleur, one guest is all I can handle right now. This one looks like she enjoys talking, and I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Purrrrr-kitt,” the cat replied, bounding to his shoulder so she could rub against the side of his head while she purred.
He looked at her with surprise. “Heather sent her?”
“Rowr.” She wacked him on the side of his head with her long tail. I had the impression she was telling him to “get with the program.”
“Sorry, my manners,” the beast said in a gravelly, almost painful sounding voice. “Please come in…” He lifted a brow expectantly.
“Eniko. Pleased to…er…meet you.” I extended my hand and he began to offer his, looked down at the claws, and put it behind his back. He tried to smile which only showed more fangs and then settled for bowing to me.
“You may call me Bestiale,” he said as he beckoned me into the dark shadows of his domain. Fleur’s purring eased my nerves as I walked into his lair. With a wave of his huge hand, candlewicks flamed to life in holders all about the huge entry hall.
“My brother, Charmeur,” Bestiale said, gesturing to another beast, just as huge, yanking a velvet and brocade coat into place on his massive torso, tugging gently at lace sleeve cuffs as he approached and gave me a courtly bow. Bestiale’s fur was a dark brown, and Charmeur’s was a lighter color. As he came into the light, I realized it was a deep auburn color.
I nearly giggled as Charmeur winked at me. This one was as huge as his brother, but Charmeur was every bit the pussy cat Heather had promised me he would be. If he’d answered the door, I wouldn’t have started this interview out with hysterics. And then he smiled. Okay, so I would probably have screamed, because fangs!
“Charmeur is mute, so I will speak for him.” Bestiale didn’t look happy about having to converse with a stranger twice as much as necessary. Charmeur pointed at her and rubbed his arms, as if indicating I must be cold, and reached for my coat. After he’d hung it with my hat and gloves on a coat tree nearby, he beckoned me with a gesture that was still elegant and courtly, despite the presence of razor sharp claws.
As we entered a receiving room, I noticed that Bestiale was hurriedly tying the stock on his shirt, shredding it dreadfully with his claws, cursing beneath his breath until Charmeur knocked his hands away and made quick work of wrapping it and tying a loose knot. Was Bestiale nervous about talking to someone? A stranger?
I waved a hand. “Please don’t go to any trouble because of me.”
“It is no trouble. We both just came in from…a run.”
“A run?”
“Yes. It helps…to run…sometimes. Please, have a seat near the fire. It will warm you.” He cleared his throat. “Mademoiselle Eniko—”
“Just Eniko, is fine…Bestiale. I know my arrival has caught you off guard. Heather was supposed to be here with me but something must’ve happened to delay her. She said she’d cleared this with Selena. I used one of her fae portals to get here.”
A deep growl rumbled in Bestiale’s chest until Charmeur whacked him, cutting the scary sound off. He looked at his brother for several moments and then nodded. “Selena failed to mention this to us. The fae enchantress is punishing—”
A sudden draft whistled down the chimney, and blew sparks out of the fireplace, where they quickly faded to cinders. Charmeur’s furry brows shot up and he made a slashing motion across his throat with his clawed hands.
Bestiale nodded at him and then looked at me once more. “Selena failed to mention your visit. We already have another visitor.”
“You do?” I asked, excitedly, rising from my seat, but neither of them looked inclined to share my excitement. “Can I meet her? Please?”
Bestiale breathed deep and then let out a long sigh. “I’m afraid Angel has locked herself in her room. She will not speak to us.”
I glanced at Charmeur, and the last of my hesitancy or fear about interviewing them dissipated at the tender look of longing in his eyes, as he gazed toward the ceiling. But he looked sad, too, as he rested his chin in his clawed hand, and looked to us once more.
That seemed like the best place to start and I opened the app on my phone that contained my list of questions. “Could you tell me about Angel?”
He hesitated and looked at Charmeur and Fleur, who crowded close to him. Finally he looked at me. “She is beautiful. Her hair is a mass of wavy red locks. She smells very…good. And she has this way of looking at you…”
“Like she can see into your souls?” I offered, letting my romantic side show a little.
“No, well yes, I suppose.”
“But that’s not what you meant? I’m sorry. Please tell me?”
“She has this way of looking at you, and you know you’re in big trouble. We got that look right before we left for our run. Right before you arrived.” He paused and then nodded and said, “Charmeur hopes you didn’t have to wait long at the entry before I answered. You looked cold. We didn’t know you were here.”
I shook my head, impressed by their thoughtfulness. “I didn’t wait long. And the fire has already warmed me. So why is Angel mad at you?”
Bestiale gazed at the fire and then said, “She would like to go home but she can’t. And we can’t let her go. It’s not up to us—” He glanced between Charmeur and Fleur who were leaning close to him and then finally said out loud. “Stop talking at the same time! You’re making my head ache. I know! I know! Not you,” he added to me. “They were clamoring at me.”
I blinked wide. “Clamoring?” Then I remembered Heather had told me Charmeur and Fleur communicated telepathically with Bestiale, since neither could speak. And I remembered that she’d also said they might be limited in what they could say about certain subjects. Evidently that fae was having some fun at their expense. Sparks sprang up in the fireplace again and I decided to veer to safer subjects.
“Where do you sleep?”
“We have chambers in the castle towers.”
“So you sleep in beds like men?” Oh that came out way worse than I’d intended. “I mean, you choose to sleep indoors rather than outside?”
He didn’t seem to take any offense. “The first few years, I didn’t care where I slept. Outside, inside, it was all the same endless torture of winter. But Fleur complained when I slept outside, saying it made me look wild, and that I’d never… Just suffice it to say she was afraid no one would want to have anything to do with me if I didn’t look at least modestly civilized. I suppose she was right. Angel would’ve been much more frightened of us if I’d confronted her with an unclothed and unkempt appearance. Of course, Charmeur,” he said, indicating his brother, “never gave in to the wildness. He’s much more conscious of his clothing and appearance, and his former humanity. He is more courtly than I am. Fleur has her own chamber but has fully embraced her feline nature and will nap in your lap if you let her, or anywhere else she has a mind to.”
“Do you sleep in night clothes?”
Bestiale shook his head, showing no trace the question was too personal. I liked to ask such questions in interviews because you never knew what the interviewee would say, and sometimes it helped to break the ice or take the conversation in a fun direction. Such didn’t seem to be the case until I noticed Charmeur shake his head and then sweep his hands across his torso as he half reclined on the chaise he sat upon. He gave her a half shrug and winked at her. Of course he slept in the nude.
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