The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(117)
Life After Rachel
The Locket
Mistress
Morogh the Demon
Mountain Man
My Lady Robin Hood
Saga: Constance’s Story
The Suffragettes
Treasure
Varden’s Lady
The Next Ex
The Miner’s Wife
Angel of Hawkhaven
Red Petticoat Saloon series
Jade’s Dragon
Warming Emerald
Corbin’s Bend series
Last Dance for Cadence
Have Paddle, Will Travel
Masters of the Castle Series
Holding Hannah (Book One)
Kaylee’s Keeper (Book Two)
Saving Sara (Book Three)
Sweet Sinclair (Book Four)
Chasing Chelsea (Book Five)
Owning O (Book Six)
Maddy Mine (Book Seven)
Meeting Marshall (Novella)
Box Sets and Anthologies
The Smith Sisters Christmas Anthology 12 Naughty Days, A Holiday Anthology Confessions of a Spanking Author
Cowboy Discipline
With Hearts Aflame
Masters of the Castle
When the Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle anthology)
The Naughty List
Spanking Tails Vol. 1
Spanking Tails Vol. 2
Spanking Tails Vol. 3
Spanking Tails Vol. 4
Spanking Tails Vol. 5
Spanking Tails Vol. 6
Spanking Tails Vol. 7
Spanking Tails Vol. 8
Spanking Tails Vol. 9
Spanking Tails Vol. 10
The Tower
A Rapunzel Story
Jennifer Bene
The Tower Warning:
When kings make bad decisions, sometimes it's the princesses who bear the burden. Tortured, tormented, and used for dark purposes, you're in for a ride. Tread lightly, the nightmare doesn't end when Rapunzel leaves The Tower this time.
Enjoy,
Jennifer Bene
Chapter One
Rebecca stretched as she walked across the empty apartment, the buzzing voices of the television keeping her company as she settled onto the couch. The shining white tile reflected the images moving across the screen, some sappy sweet romance movie had started while she’d been washing dishes.
No thanks.
Click. Cooking show. Click. Reality show. Click. Commercial. Click. Dad?
The volume was too low to understand the chipper looking woman on the screen, but she turned it up fast. “… to attend. Software magnate Daniel Sinclair is showing his softer side this week as he opens the Sinclair Shelter for Women. While Mr. Sinclair is well known for his contributions to technology, he’s not often caught in the public eye, but he appeared today with his daughter Rebecca as they cut the ribbon to open this…” The voice on the screen faded in her ears as she watched the flashes of images. Her father cutting the ribbon, smiling and waving at the cameras, all blond hair and dimples – the perfect CEO. Then they were both waving, his arm around her waist – a picture perfect father and daughter.
Her voice came over the surround sound speakers and she cringed, hating herself for agreeing to that damn interview. “Right. My father just wanted to, you know, do something to honor my mother’s legacy. I’m really just, uh, glad to be here for it. It’s nice.”
Nice? You’re such a fucking idiot.
The news mercifully switched back to her father, his vibrant voice filling the room for a minute as he walked the camera crew through a tour. The one and only Daniel Sinclair, practically perfect in every way.
Perfectly poised, perfectly dressed, and perfectly happy to spend all his time at the office.
She should have just gone skiing without him, invited a few friends and enjoyed herself – but no matter how childish it seemed, she missed him. Missed the days when it was just the two of them going for a run near the waterfront, or ordering Chinese and watching bad movies.
And how many years had it been since that happened?
‘Too many’, she answered inside her head.
As Rebecca sulked, taking a large drink of her wine, the reporter appeared in the frame again. “The facility is set to open in the next few weeks, and according to Mr. Sinclair’s representatives they are already in active communication with support organizations throughout the city. We can only hope others follow in his footsteps. Back to you, Tom!”
When the news anchors took back over, she slid the volume back down a little and sighed. Tapping her phone, the display revealed 10:17 in bright numbers, and she contemplated texting him. To ask when, or if, he was coming home tonight, but that was ridiculous.
She was twenty-four, not some kid.
She shouldn’t even be living at home, hell, she shouldn’t be working for her father.
But it makes him happy.
Lying back on the couch, she tilted the wine glass back and forth, watching the pale chardonnay blur the skyline outside the floor to ceiling windows. The night sky was a black hole above the city, not a star in sight with all the light pollution. If she were smart, she’d move somewhere far away, somewhere she could wake up and walk outside without going down forty-two floors in an elevator. Out of the city. Somewhere she could be someone new. Being the daughter, and thus the charmed employee, of the head of Monarch Systems had some benefits – including the beautiful, spacious, two-floor penthouse that took up the top floors of The Tower – but it also meant that she spent her whole life here.