SUBMISSIVE: A Cinderella Retelling. Defiled. Used. Owned. A Forbidden, Perverse Erotic Fairy Tale. (SteelMind Erotic Universe) by Cassandra SteelMind

Once upon a time there was a scullery maid. Then someone laid a hand on her where no one had ever dared. And the fairy tale split in two.You remember Cinderella? The ashes, the pumpkin, the slippers, the ball, the kiss, the happily ever after. That fairy tale everyone knows.Now forget it. This is the one Perrault wrote at night and burned at dawn — because his fingers trembled too much to hand it to the publisher.────────────────────────────This book is forAnyone who always suspected that Cinderella, on her knees before the hearth, wasn't only thinking about the fire.Anyone who knows that behind a Prince Charming, when the candle goes out, there's almost always a darker shade.Anyone who reads with one hand, knows perfectly well where the other one is, and doesn't want to be told to take it out.Anyone who always knew that a gentle man and a man who takes without asking can live inside the same body — and sometimes it's the same body that wants both.────────────────────────────What you'll find in this bookA Prince who is flawless in daylight — soft eyes, light hand, the right words — and something else when night falls and the candle is no longer enough.A second man who walks into the room without knocking, takes without asking, and leaves his mark where words don't reach. And Ash, throat dry, discovers she remembers him more than the first one.A Lady who knows exactly where to press to make a new girl open like a flower — and how much pressure it takes, and for how long.A drunken Old Woman with a wand that isn't quite a wand, and girls who come back from the woods changed.A ball where the music covers what's heard in the alcoves. A midnight that someone has already crossed before.A glass slipper that fits only where it's meant to fit. And a night when Ash learns that being recognized and being taken are two different verbs — and she likes them both.────────────────────────────Excerpt from the book"Tonight I want to feel you," said the Prince, and his voice was not the one from the day. His fingers rose where the ash had never reached. "I want to hear every breath you've held back since you stepped into this palace."────────────────────────────The fairy tale you know. Turned upside down. Split open. Held open until it speaks.A Prince split in two like an apple: one side sweet, one side that bites back. Ash finds herself with a hand on one and a hand on the other, unable to let go of either. Twelve chapters, twelve thresholds, twelve nights when someone walks into a room and walks out different. The slipper doesn't close the story: it opens it like a lock that had never been turned.And on the last page, the scullery maid has her hands exactly where she wants them, the Prince has lost his bearings, the floor, and something else — and whoever thought they were in command discovers that it was Ash, from the very first chapter, holding the leash.────────────────────────────"This is not a fairy tale. This is what happens when the fairy tale is undressed — one layer at a time, slowly, with someone behind, watching."Cassandra SteelMind