August 24 2015 Romance Weekly



Welcome back this week for Romance Weekly. We have a fun flash fiction blog hop today brought to you my yours truly.

Make sure to check out author, Leslie Hachtel, for her amazing story. I'm excited to read all the posts today.

Here is the prompt.

Flash Fiction: Your hero & heroine are playing and “old-school” board game (one with an actual board or pieces old or new - just not a video game). The winner gets a special prize. 1000 words or less. 

This is my blog hop idea and yes I took liberty with the ‘rules’ above. You can call me Princess and you’ll understand after you’ve read the flash fiction. Hope you enjoy!




The warrior will be bestowed with the one coveted female in all of the world of Wondarious. Passion will be played and alliances made with the Fae army at the culmination of the stolen jewels of The Legend of Drizzt.

The human laughed at the description of the challenge. Princess Elizabetta Margaretta had her assistant assemble the board. They had chosen a long game. Opponents agreed to the rules and the added challenges shouted by the royal court. 

“The human guessed my magical number and this is his chosen method of battle.” The Princess licked her red lips. “I’m very excited to find who the winner will be.” 

A tone from one of her bangles released a low resonating note that rang in harmony with the crystal tear drops hanging from the ceiling. Crystals covered her low cut black dress flaring blood red when she moved.  

Princess Elizabetta

Princess Elizabetta

The woman was gorgeous and she was going to be Sziner’s. The human didn’t have a chance confusing the Dungeons and Dragons game with the reality of life in the outer galaxy. Would Sziner be able to manipulate Elizabetta’s human half while in the throes of passion? He tapped down his lust. Sziner glared at the human. This bengaw scat isn’t going to win. Sziner's strategy was solid. He could barely prevent the twitch in his lips at his premature triumph. 

The woman on the dais twirled a dark ringlet around her finger. Sziner couldn’t tell who she preferred the winner be, but the diva glare in her slitted eyelids kept falling on him during their hours of game play. He flexed his arms. To win a week long date with Princess Elizabetta Margaretta was the romp of a lifetime. Half-human in DNA, one hundred precent Fertiti Fae, her killer body complimented the sex appeal hovering around her like an invisible shroud.

The laughable pieces of The Legend of Drizzt spread out before Sziner. They had to work together on the board to reach the nest of jewels, but only one could claim the bounty. The man opposite him sitting at the stone table wouldn’t be able to handle a Fae such as the Princess anyway. Why was he attempting such defeat?

Humans ridiculously believed the Fae were magical creatures, in bed yes, but only magical in their connection to this planet’s life force. The magnetism on Earth was enough for Fae to control humans, but Fae couldn’t control Surge Demons, or water nymphs to the human. Stupid humans offended all the males of his species by calling them female.

Even more reason to beat this human at his own game. 

A human was no match for a Surge Demon from Planet Tenzaro. Manipulation of the seventy-five percent water composition of his opponent had been too easy, but Sziner hadn’t really needed the advantage. His wits had won this tournament. The human’s childish game had been no competition.

The Princess preened. He moved the pawn into attack position and took out the creature with ‘magical spells’ and ‘wizardry'. The human had three life left. Not enough to attack the next creature and score the jewels. The princess leaned forward, her bangles clinked along her arm and her sequined dress shimmered in the light. Her deep décolletage was presented to him as the gift it was meant to be. Elizabetta recognized his win as well. 

A moaned slipped from her lips, a sensual release of anticipation. He took a step toward her, but paused when her gaze fixed lustfully on the human. Sziner’s opponent was going to die, figuratively in the game and literally in real life, if the man returned Elizabetta’s offer. 

Sziner’s turn was next and the cheer of the crowd obliterated his shout of exultation. Bells filled the hall with soothing vibrations, another Fae means of manipulation. He stepped onto the lower dais. Elizabetta eagerly perched on her throne above him. Her lips curved revealing perfect white teeth. Her pink tongue darted out to taste whatever sweetness she hand on her lips. I’ll taste her soon. 

She said, “Congratulations, my warrior demon. Your wits are truly magnificent.” 

He stood inches away from her. His chest puffed with pride. 

Elizabetta ran a finger down his face and over his lips. “My confidence in your winnings is now sealed.” Her narrowed eyes and cheshire smile sent a wave of electrical energy along his spine. The battle decree he signed in his own blood lay on the table beside her. Sziner had read it thoroughly. His trusted attendant had confirmed the rules and the profit. Why did the Fertiti hum of deceit run along his arms?

In her full Fae glory, Princess Elizabetta Margaretta lifted her arm, her bangles clanged and she pointed to the human. She crooked her finger at the human while keeping her black cat eyes on Sziner. The human was helpless against her native power on this planet. He walked to the Princess and kneeled before her silk encased feet. Her laugh held a dark menace. “The winner has the backing of my Fae army as long as the contracted winnings are climaxed,” her low chuckle originated in the black pit of her heart, “to my satisfaction.” 

In Sziner’s forced devotion to the treachery before him, he failed to notice the precession of guards marching toward the dais. They parted and shoved a woman to the floor. She fell to her hands and knees, inches from Sziner’s boots. He gasped at the woman’s beauty, which far outweighed Elizabetta’s. The most coveted woman in Wondarious. Her olive skin glowed with fertile power. The Fae dress hugged her curves, yet, also floated around her body in a cloud of vapor. What he had mistaken for lust in Elizabetta’s presence paled at the all consuming need flooding his body. The dress faded from sheer to opaque. The Fertiti loved to tease and tantalize.

Elizabetta clapped her hands in glee, but Sziner couldn’t tear his eyes away to give her notice. Dark hair fell in waves around the woman’s face. She lifted her head and the glare of luminescent orange eyes cast darts of heat at Sziner’s flesh. He flinched. Kaia. His desire now repulsed him. His upper lip curled. She was an Erinys, the fury race of the galaxy, and his sworn enemy.

Kaia hissed at him. “I see you have no pride left, Sin, allowing a Fertiti to determine your mate. I thought nymph demons were smarter than that.”  



Kaia’s truth and derogatory term singed Sziner. How had Elizabetta captured a fury? An Erinys as devious as Kaia had made his life hell for years. 

This was the battle Princess Elizabetta had planned from the beginning.

I think I might be working on this story soon. It was a fun beginning. 

Onto our next author, Juliette Cross, and her fabulous story. See you next week! 

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