When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours pencilling naughty, sexy illustrations in her secret notebooks. Brantwijn has two romance series currently in-progress with Champagne Books. She's also had short stories published in several small press anthologies. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories and audio readings occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.
Finn expected a quiet birthday: a night off, touring the local bars with his sister Reagan. But his two princesses, Nineva and Nerissa, have already planned a big surprise. Before he knows it, Finn finds himself in a version of Wonderland, racing the Red and White Queens for his fondest birthday wish. Can he best the Red Knight, find the White Rabbit's missing token, and outsmart the Chesire Cat, before he gets turned into a sheep? And can Nina and Neri possibly know his true birthday wish...is them? Short story, under 10k * Fantasy erotic romance; Alice-in-Wonderland theme; NC17 for language and graphic sexual description
“You are almost free,” she said. “But alas, for riddle number three.”
Finn had no worries. The first answer had been tied to Spring and Autumn, the second to Winter. She had but one Court left to draw from. Nineva swept up close to him.
“What did my sister give you, which I now wish for you to give to me?”
“Wait, what?” he asked.
She seized him before he could react, pulling him to the grass with her, drawing him into another kiss. Finn flailed a moment, once more caught off-guard, but he planted his hands on either side of her, holding himself above her.
“Bloody hell, lass! What do my Ladies mean by all this?”
“Finn,” she said. Her hand stole down, sneaking to his groin, where she teasingly caressed him. “What did my sister give you, which I now wish for you to give to me?” He stared.
“Nina,” he whispered.
“The rules of this game are...very unclear to me.”
“Ah, well...allow me to make them clearer,” she said.