Whatever Weekends: Elyzabeth M. Layley

Fairy tales… fantasy, magic, and sometimes a lesson or two to be learned. They were
always such great fun to read as children, so why not continue the tradition as

 Blind Beauty is a Naughty Fairy Tale. You know what that means, right? *wiggles
eyebrows* It has magic, a lesson or two, lots of love and some hot scenes. There
is also adventure, of course. James Macintosh, our handsome, (though he doesn’t
think so), hero finds certain things in his path that lead him into Richard’s
arms. He makes some appropriate (or maybe not?) decisions. Take the quiz and
find out how you would fare if you were in his place.

You are on your way home when your horse stops moving and a child comes running into your arms. You hear a woman calling her name in the distance. You:

a. – Push the child off you and run away.

b. – Pull out your sword and confront the woman. (What if it isn’t her mother?)

c. – Ask the child if the woman calling her is her mother.

The woman gives you the heebie jeebies. She’s friendly enough but there’s something about her that you can’t pinpoint. You:

a. – Hand her the child and run away.

b. – Stab the woman and run away.

c. – Chat with the woman and offer to help her. (They’re on their way to town after all
and the weather is lousy.)

You’ve just said goodbye to the child and the strange woman, who has helped you get your horse moving again, (strange that you didn’t see that thorn in her hoof and you checked twice), when it starts to snow heavily.  You:

a. – Curse your luck and return in the direction you came from.

b.- Brave the storm and continue towards your destiny.

c. – Turn back in search of the woman and the child. (They’ll never make it to town in
this weather!)

Uh-oh, you’re lost. You:

a.     – You sit under a tree and pray that you don’t freeze to death.

b.     – You’re never lost.

c.     – You search for a place to brave off the storm.


a. Running away… tsc. tsc. That’s not going to get you anywhere.

b. Heroes have to stop and think every once in a while. Pulling out your sword for
everything might not be the best solution.

c. Congratulations! If you picked all C then you’re following James’s footsteps
and are on the right track to find your one true love. Albeit, you still have
some difficulties to go through…

James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He isready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.

Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.

Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?

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He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s,
his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard
pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it.
James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would
understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set
off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence,
trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened
and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible
trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple
and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides
wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then
or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The
problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but
the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable.
James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in
which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he
didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was
convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be
interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like
Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a
woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this.
He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the
fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every
centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how
close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his
mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking
Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and
surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he
couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was
consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he
was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by
Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?
Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate
caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning.
James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He
clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut
into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was
with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but
neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely
the thief didn’t want him. The thief.
That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James
groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against
him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.

About The Author:


Anything goes as long as there is love.

Paranormal, contemporary, fantasy and even a little steampunk, Elyzabeth M. VaLey has used the Wednesday Briefs prompts to improvise tales of adventure, love and sizzling sensuality between all kinds of couples.

A dreamer at heart, she can usually be found with a silly grin on her face as characters whisper stories into her head, doodling stars and flowers, and jotting everything down with unintelligible handwriting.

Elyzabeth enjoys walking and agility training with her Labrador, watching films (did someone say Disney?) reading, baking (cupcakes, anyone?) and reinventing song lyrics.

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