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  Aladdin

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

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  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Aladdin © 2019 by Selena Kitt

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  INTRODUCING

  MODERN WICKED FAIRY TALES

  THE NEW COLLECTION

  Start now with BLUEBEARD, PINOCCHIO, PETER AND THE WOLF & THE FROG PRINCE

  COMING SOON!

  ALADDIN

  PIED PIPER

  RUMPLESTILTSKIN

  BLUEBEARD

  In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, who wouldn’t want to marry a rock star?

  That’s what Petra told herself when she agreed to fly from Minsk to Los Angeles—a mail-order bride to the lead singer of Bluebeard, one of the most popular American rock bands of the twentieth century.

  The question really was—why would a rock star want to marry her? Find out in this modern take on the Bluebeard fairy tale by Selena Kitt!

  Warnings: This title contains elements of BDSM including domination, submission and spanking. It also makes mention of sex, drugs, rock and roll, masturbation, German philosophers, Hindu goddesses, and an incorrigible pug dog who likes to steal things, including your heart!

  Cheryl, Manic Readers Reviews, 4/5 Stars!

  “...[A] really spicy read. I have read several books by Ms. Kitt, and they are always good. Warning, if you wear eyeglasses, you may want to keep a rag handy to wipe off the fog you will get from reading this book... [The characters] were smoking together. This book will have you looking at fairy tales in a whole new light.”

  PINOCCHIO

  In this modern version of the fairy tale classic Pinocchio, marine Levi Woodyer—known as “Woody” to his special ops team—is on a medical discharge, a man with a haunted past, a painful present and an uncertain future.

  His father watches, powerless to help his son, as Levi slips further between the cracks, and troubled Levi doesn’t seem to be too interested in helping himself.

  But when his father’s simple bribe finally gets Levi out of the house to a physical therapy appointment, his encounter with former high school sweetheart, Linnea Fey, just might put him on the path to wholeness again.

  PETER AND THE WOLF

  In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, Peter and the Wolf, Pete Hunter is a cop determined to punish the men who killed his father. But the Russian mob is a fierce adversary, and their roots in the community run deep. Even Pete’s long-time partner, Konstantin, who left the Demitrovic Bratva years ago to join the force, can’t seem to shake their hold on him.

  When the mob orders a hit on Konstantin, Pete not only has to protect his partner from the Russian mafia’s best hitman, The Wolf, he also finds himself falling for the woman they used as bait—Konstantin’s beautiful, young niece, Natalia.

  Pete and Natalia quickly discover they have far more in common than they realized—including the fact that they’re falling head over heels for each other. But there isn’t much time because The Wolf is at the door, and Pete Hunter may be the only one who can save them all.

  THE FROG PRINCE

  In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, The Frog Prince, heiress Darcy Haverford and ex-military beach bum Daniel Colvin find themselves shipwrecked on a desert island together.

  Daniel may have the skills to keep them alive—but after living alone with Darcy for a week, he’s not sure he has the patience to keep from wringing her spoiled neck.

  But the longer they spend together, the hotter it gets on the island, until the friction between the two of them rises to a fever pitch.

  What neither of them knows is that a storm is coming, and the key to their survival may be both discipline and surrender.

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  High school senior, Moxie, agrees to be moral support for her friend, Patches, who is totally enamored with a college boy, so she says yes to a double date, even though she has to lie to her parents to do it.

  But Moxie wasn’t counting on lying about her age to get into an x-rated movie, and she definitely wasn’t counting on her date’s Roman hands and Russian fingers, or the fact that the pants she’s borrowed from Patches are several sizes too small.

  By the end of the night, Moxie finds herself in far more trouble than she bargained for!

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  In this Modern Wicked Fairy Tale, Bart Lamplighter and Eddie Vizard are two conmen banded together to avoid riding the 1930s rails by grifting. While Bart is driving a newly acquired, brand new Duesenberg home to the city, he can’t help but stop to rescue a lovely damsel in distress at the side of the road.

  Elizabeth “Libby” Bancroft is a smart, sassy socialite who drinks and smokes and is an “old maid” at the ripe age of thirty-two, at least by society’s standards. She has very modern ideas about womanhood, like being able to drive herself around in her own car—and she also happens to be the richest heiress in the state.

  Libby mistakes Bart for one of the wealthy Fogler clan and he doesn’t correct her mistake. When she invites him to stay at her palatial estate, he can hardly refuse. So Bart tells his partner, Eddie, to don a chauffeur’s outfit to act as Bart’s driver-slash-butler.

  The two of them set out to spend a few weeks sponging off the rich, but the longer the deception continues, the harder Bart finds himself falling for the beautiful young heiress—and the harder it is to keep up the lie.

  Then, when one of Eddie’s crazy schemes falls apart, Bart is forced to make a choice. Will he defy Eddie and risk telling Libby the truth or
will he continue the con in order to save their hides?

  Aladdin

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale

  By Selena Kitt

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  Chapter 1

  The first thing that caught Bart’s eye was the 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost Piccadilly Roadster. She was a beauty.

  Then he saw a dame in a yellow flapper dress stepping out of the bushes.

  She was a beauty, too.

  Hubba hubba.

  She took a handkerchief out of her clutch and waved it as he passed. He glimpsed the white surrender of it in his rearview mirror. A damsel in distress.

  He pulled the Duesenberg up past the Rolls, stopped and got out.

  “May I be of assistance?” He tipped his hat and gave the lovely lady his best winning smile.

  “Goodness, I’m glad you came along.” The woman smiled, holding her hand to her cloche hat when the wind kicked up. Her hair was cut short in the current fashion, dark half-moons curling against rosy cheeks. “You must be one of the Fogler clan. I’d know that black and red Duesenberg anywhere.”

  Bart looked at the car he’d parked in front of hers, a 1930 Model J Duesenberg he still couldn’t quite believe he owned. The car had been the property of the late Clay Fisk Fogler, an industrialist robber baron, gambler, and consummate drunk whom Bart had befriended a few years back.

  He opened his mouth to tell her the truth. He really did. But the light in her eyes stopped him. They were a deep brown, almost as dark as her hair, with little gold flecks. Her mouth curled into a flirtatious smile, one that would disappear the instant he confessed his real identity and just exactly how he’d acquired Clay Fogler’s awfully expensive vehicle.

  “Yes ma’am. A distant cousin from Kansas City,” he lied smoothly. Lying wasn’t difficult. It was what he did for a living. “Barton Kirwin Burnett, at your service.”

  He gave her the correct first name, although the middle and last were complete fiction. His real name was Bart Thomas Lamplighter. Just Bart—not even Bartholomew.

  Bart held out his hand and she shook it. Her handshake was strong for a woman. Still, her hand was so small, his practically swallowed it.

  “I’ve just come to help sort out matters of the estate,” he told her.

  “Oh, of course, of course.” Her brows drew together when she frowned. “My condolences.”

  “Thank you. Poor cousin Clay.” He took off his hat and held it before him in both hands, rotating it slowly, giving her a solemn look.

  His expression of grief wasn’t exactly a lie. He had considered Clay a friend. They had drunk and gambled together often. Bart, who never allowed himself to get fall-down drunk, would drive Clay home in Fogler’s Duesenberg and help carry him up to bed with the unsurprised butler.

  Eddie had constantly pressured Bart to take advantage of the relationship—even if only a little—but Bart dug his heels in. He wasn’t going to try to get his hands on any of Fogler’s riches. Besides, Clay was too smart to be a good mark. Clay Fogler had been Bart’s one and only association with a wealthy person that had nothing to do with conning him out of his money.

  “He’d been ill a while?” she asked.

  “Yes. An esophageal hemorrhage. Liquor was his great weakness. But a generous man.” Bart looked at the Duesenberg, clean and shiny in the sun.

  “A generous man indeed.” The woman looked at the car as well and Bart couldn’t help the way his chest swelled up a little. It was the first important thing he’d ever owned outright. The vehicle was only two years old and in excellent condition.

  “Goodness, where are my manners?” She touched her hat again as the wind blew dust around their feet. “I’m Elizabeth Bancroft. But you can call me Libby. Everyone does.”

  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Libby.” He smiled back at her, not in a conscious way. Not in the usual way he used his smile, to wheedle and cajole. This woman just made him want to spontaneously smile at her. It was strange.

  Then, Bart registered what she had said.

  If he’d been a cartoon character, he imagined he would have been drawn with dollar signs in his eyes. He’d been on the grift too long not to know who she was. The Bancrofts were old money. The family was amongst the wealthiest on the eastern seaboard. They associated with the likes of the Leeds and the the VanHoutens. Sure, the Bancroft family line had dwindled, but he knew they were loaded.

  And he knew this woman, too. Libby Bancroft was always in the society papers he read every morning. Nothing really scandalous, but she was hardly a shrinking violet, this one. She drank and smoked and pretty much did what she pleased.

  Bart suddenly liked her even more.

  “I’m just so glad you stopped.” Libby fanned herself with her handkerchief. “I’ve been stranded forever, it feels like. I thought it might be the spark plugs but no luck. I have to admit, I’m better at driving them than fixing them.”

  “Let’s take a look then, shall we?” Bart took off his jacket, threw it on the seat of the Duesenberg and rolled up his sleeves. The hood of the Rolls was already open.

  He tried everything he knew—which was actually pretty extensive. He’d gotten good at fixing up cars because when you lived his life, you never really had a reliable vehicle. He had Libby get in to try the engine a few times, but nothing happened.

  As Bart fiddled with the manifold, Libby got out to come watch, folding her bare arms and leaning against the spare tire attached to the side of the car. Her dress was a pretty, light yellow silk .Expensive. She wore pearls at her throat and on her ears. Her shoes were heels with straps and matched the dress. She was quite a sight and he was surprised no one else had stopped to help her.

  “How many cars came by before me?” he wondered aloud.

  “Not many. A big milk delivery truck. Another one trailing a horse. One car but it was an old man driving and he could barely see over the steering wheel. I don’t think he even saw me.”

  “In that getup?” Bart scoffed. “He’d have to be blind and dead.”

  He’d forgotten himself for a moment and had said what he was really thinking. He looked up, expecting to see anger and horror on Libby’s face.

  Instead, she laughed. Her cheeks didn’t even turn pink at the scandalous nature of his remark.

  He really liked this girl.

  “So what do you think the problem is, Bart?” she asked, leaning over to peer into the engine at what he was doing. The vehicle had a “ram’s horn” twin-carburetor inlet manifold and he thought it might just need adjustment.

  “Carburetor maybe.”

  “I love this old Rolls,” she said. “But I think they’re a little overrated, don’t you? I say you haven’t lived unless you’ve raced a Bugatti. Have you ever driven a Bugatti?”

  “I haven’t had the pleasure,” he confessed. He’d only seen a Bugatti once, in Clay’s driveway when taking him home. He’d had family visiting. That’s how he knew the man had kin in Kansas City somewhere.

  “Oh, I took it all up and down the hills of Monte Carlo,” she told him, a dreamy look on her face. “I was doing well, too, until I crashed it. Poor thing. It was hea
rtbreaking. I don’t know how I didn’t break my neck.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t,” Bart told her and that time, her cheeks did pink up a little when she smiled.

  “Do you want me to get in and try it again?” she asked hopefully.

  “Let’s try.” Bart stepped back, nodding to her as she got into the car and tried to start it.

  The engine turned over and Libby cheered. She came out to throw her arms around Bart in thanks, knocking her hat clean off. He caught it before it fell into the dirt, looking down into her smiling, upturned face. Her hair was slightly mussed, eyes bright with excitement

  “Here you go.” He plopped her hat back onto her head, adjusting it. “Now you’re a proper lady again.”

  Libby laughed. “If it were up to me, I’d be in overalls and a work shirt. My grandmother insists I dress like a proper lady.”

  It was Bart’s turn to laugh when she stuck out her tongue.

  “Your grandmother’s right,” he said. “You need proper attire out here on the road, a woman alone.”

  “I was just going out to have a picnic,” she told him, wrinkling her upturned nose. Her skin was flawless. “Who needs to dress up for a picnic?”

  “Touché.” He gave her a little bow. “Now that your car is right again, you can pursue your picnic pleasures.”

  Libby bit her lip and considered before offering, “Would you like to come along?”

  Bart’s heart actually tripped in his chest at the suggestion. He’d been hoping for it, true. For some way in. But there was another part of him that just wanted to spend more time in this woman’s presence, however long that might be.