In the Hot Seat: Cindy Eller by Leigh Foxlee

Please welcome the talented and lovely Leigh Foxlee to the Courtesan Press Hot Seat!

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Cindy Eller

Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales

Leigh Foxlee

About: Cindy Eller ditches her pre-Valentine’s Day date, the elusive Prince Charming, even though their scorching online encounters have her intrigued. But social anxiety, plus her paranoid step mom and step sisters, make her too terrified to meet the man of her dreams. The prince, however, has a plan to get her in his arms and dole out a sexy punishment for her naughtiness.

Excerpt: I ditched my pre-Valentine’s date. And it wasn’t the first time I dumped Prince Charming. I felt like a jerk.

You are a jerk! my inner voice scolded. I wouldn’t blame him if he never chats with you again.

“Oh shut up,” I grumbled back, pulling my glasses from my face to clean away smudges with my sweatshirt.

Prince Charming was the chat name of my online paramour. I went by Cindy Eller, after my favorite fairy tale. My real name is Cynthia Ellerton, and everyone calls me Cindy for short, so I suppose it lacks any imagination, or internet security really. Me and PC had met in a Funtime Games chat room while playing Goofee Gophers Word Search. He’d made a joke that he must be the one for me, since our screen names matched perfectly. The conversation flowed easily, amicably.

Then, about a month back, he’d suggested taking our games over to the adult chat section. I’m somewhat sheltered when it comes to sex, but curious, and I felt I knew him well enough to agree. Besides, it was just online sex, right? What harm could come of it?

My step sisters and step mother didn’t quite see it that way.

“What if he stalks you?” Sally clucked her tongue and shook her bright red hair. “You can’t be too careful these days.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I plan on meeting him ever. Besides, I’ve been chatting with him for months. What’s the big deal? Don’t be so uptight.”

My stepmother’s smooth brow crinkled with fine lines. “Sally does have a point. Those internet–oh, what are they called?–hackers?”

Rebecca, my other step sister, nodded at her mother.

“Hackers,” my step mother continued, “could get your phone number, address, all that stuff and come kill you!”

I tried not to roll my eyes at the thin, bird-like woman. I knew she meant well. She worried that my social anxiety made me spend too much time on the computer and not enough time face to face socializing. Plus she watched too many tabloid news programs and believed them to be true. My step mom saw me as the sheltered introvert she had to protect, and I could admittedly be a bit too cavalier with my internet security, despite my deep trust issues with people. What can I say? I’ve got a contradictory personality sometimes.

Still, my family didn’t need to worry. I was great with online game chat, but I was still dodging a face to face meeting with Prince Charming. Commitment and trust issues. Yeah, I’m a real package.

I remembered our first chat make out session. He broke my sexual ice with a simple question: Are you a virgin, Cindy?

I blushed profusely before I typed back: No, but I’m new to this.

PrinceCharming: We’ll start slow. Have you ever touched yourself?

My cheeks grew hotter and my fingers shook as I typed: Masturbated?

PrinceCharming: Yes.

I chewed my lip and stared at the chat window, hating how my face burnt with embarrassment. I was a grown woman, in college for crying in the sink, and this was ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, I told myself to Buck up, Princess.

I typed: Well… kinda … sorta.

Frustrated with myself, I hit enter and hid my face in my hands. How I wanted to punch a wall, but I didn’t want to lose my damage deposit, or break my fingers.

PrinceCharming: Kinda?

His response forced me to take deep, calming breaths. What a ninny I was! Okay, grow up Cindy and chat.

I typed: I’ve touched my clitoris. Never inserted fingers. No orgasm… yet.

What I didn’t tell him was my step mother taught me that sex of any kind was “dirty,” “wrong,” and only for procreation. Her words, not mine. But even though I disagreed with her, the woman raised me after my dad won custody and my mom, the natural wanderer, left. I had to live by her rules at one time, and those antiquated rules still played tricks on my less than perfect brain.

PrinceCharming: Will you play with yourself 4 me? Cum 4 me?

I swallowed hard, blinked at the screen.

I typed: I don’t have a cam.

It was all I could think of, and it was true. Not that I’m a toad or anything. I like to think I’m an average-to-cute geek girl. My short, black pixie ‘do makes me look almost elfin. But I’ve never been a fan of my chin, and my nose is just okay.

PrinceCharming: That’s okay. Type as you play. Tell me how it feels.

Now available at:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Cindy-Eller-Shades-Fairy-ebook/dp/B00B0MWF82

Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Cindy-Eller-Shades-Fairy-ebook/dp/B00B0MWF82

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cindy-Eller-Shades-Fairy-ebook/dp/B00B0MWF82

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