This is an erotic fairy tale inspired by Beauty and the Beast.
FROM HOLLYWOOD ROYALTY
At twenty-one years old, third-generation movie star Cal Hammond was on top of the world. He had more money than God and more women than any man could need. But when a night of debauchery ends in tragedy, he forfeits a life of luxury for a ten-year prison sentence at La Rosa, California’s most violent prison.
TO A BRUTAL BEAST
Eight years later, a ruthless, cunning man runs La Rosa from the inside. He is known simply as BEAST. All the wardens fear him. All the gangs obey him. He speaks to no one but his inner council. What he says is law.
NOW ONLY SHE CAN SAVE HIM
Annabelle Mitchell’s father is the warden at La Rosa. He deals as dirty as his trustees, and after years of smooth relations with Beast and the gangs he runs, Holt lands on the powerful prisoner’s hit list. That very afternoon, Annabelle pays a surprise visit to her father’s work, hoping to use her new counseling license at a place she thinks she could make a difference. When she catches Beast’s eye, he releases the warden and grabs the daughter. The price for the warden’s error is not death. It’s his precious Belle.
I look down at her—really look. She looks young as hell, with those sweet brown eyes and that delicious little mouth. I wonder how many dicks it’s been around, then tell myself it’s of no consequence to me. Who cares if she called me my real name? That probably means she’s one of the crazy ones.
She cuts her eyes left, then right, as if she’s looking for someone, or someone is watching her. She sways a little in her sandals, making it hard to keep my eyes off her amazing tits. I drag my eyes up to her face.
I need to walk around her; out the door.
I’m tired of fucking random fangirls. Tired of feeling like I’m leaving behind a wake of victims.
She looks back up at me, and there it is again: that uncomfortable warmth on my chest and neck. This is ridiculous. If I can’t get my own feet moving, I’ve got to make her go. I wipe everything off my face, calling forth an expression I use when directors want me to look cruel or apathetic. I match my voice to the face and look into her eyes.
“Look, honey. You’re making a mistake. I might have my funny moments, but I’m not nice, or sensitive, or available. I’m not Corey from The Supers or Hawk from Sonic Waste or even Ted Bose from Florence Adams. I’m just a dude who’s high at a house party and ready to go home.”