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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  Prologue

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  Snow and Her Seven Hunks – A Reverse Harem

  #1 of A Modern Fairy Tale Series

  Life was good. I thought it was until the fateful night of the car accident. It changed everything.

  My sight was taken and given back to me.

  The world looked different.

  I had a clean slate and an insatiable appetite.

  A storm was approaching…the men are about to learn Snow is a four-letter word. She will leave her mark…not on one man…but SEVEN hot alphas (personal trainer, professor, pilot, firefighter, undercover cop, doctor, and prosecutor) in all sorts of unusual settings.

  The visions will scare her. She will learn more and seek out for vengeance. Will she suffer the wrath of the Evil Mafia Queen?

  Will she survive this dangerous path she got herself onto?

  Come along with Snow and be part of her adventure!

  Note: Snow and Her Seven Hunk is a standalone 45000+ words contemporary reverse harem, with multiple POVs to give insights to all the wild plot twists and turns that will keep you on your toes, and over the top erotic encounters that will fog up your reading device.

  AND most importantly, it finishes with a fairy tale HEA with a modern day Prince Charming.

  By Zoey A. Black

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  Copyright © 2018 by Zoey A. Black

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  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

  This book is intended for mature adult audience only. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and languages which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of sexual nature are completely consensual.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Prologue

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  CHAPTER 1

  Snow

  Hi, My name is Snow. My birth name was Neva Blanche. It was a simple explanation. Mom was Spanish and Dad was French. I was born on a snowy quiet day in Colorado, and Neva meant white snow in Spanish. The correct pronunciation was “Neev”, but most people didn’t say it right. So I just did everyone a favor and asked them to call me Snow. Only Mom and Dad would call me Neva.

  I was living a simple life. My professional life couldn’t get any better. My career as one of the youngest executives in a top advertising agency had afforded me the opportunity to use my creative license. It was my dream job. But my love life on the other hand was a different story.

  I was at the gym still suffering from the injury to my wrist after the hit and run accident. They never caught the person responsible. It changed everything in that split second where I was propelled over the hood and down onto my hands and knees.

  My cornea was slashed by broken glass from the windshield I was thrown into. It was my fault for not wearing a seatbelt, I was just going to a 24 hour grocery store, it was supposed to be a two minute drive on a quiet week night. I typically did my grocery runs late at night to avoid line ups. Ultimately it was my fault and I paid a life changing price. I was blinded. There were no permanent scars from the shattered glass, I had five stitches in my forehead near the hairline which was barely noticeable.

  This was when the true color of my ex, Darren, came out. He dumped me after he found out that I was blind. He clearly didn’t hear the part where I just needed the right cornea match and then I would regain my sight. Maybe he chose not to hear it. This was a man that I thought I would settle down with. So much for that. As one could imagine, I was still hurting from the break up. But nevermind him, I promised myself that I deserved better and the self-pitying was done and over. This story wasn’t about my awful ex.

  “Snow, I hope I’m not boring you. I told you it would take dedication and hard work to get back to 100%.” Timothy’s hands were on the small of my back and I could feel the heat from his body exciting every part of me.

  “I just got finished ending a two-year relationship. I probably would’ve stayed with him had it not been for the accident.” Why did I just volunteer that? I could smell Timothy’s musty sweat and I wanted to get my hands on him.

  “I can’t say I know what that’s like. For some reason, I haven’t been able to keep a relationship more than a weekend of marathon sex.” Tim emphasized the words “marathon sex” with this devilish grin on his face.

  “Hmm.” I had my best poker face on. My sex life with Darren was non-existent toward the end of our relationship. It would have been over six months since I last had sex. So a weekend of sizzling marathon sex caught my attention.

  “There’s no reason to show judgement in your eyes. Variety is the spice of life.” I wasn’t judging. Tim was putting the moves on me and usually, I shut him down before he could get close enough to make the temptation too hard to resist.

  Those black spandex shorts did very little to prevent me from feeling the length of his arousal nestled between my buns. His hot breath on the back of my neck sent signals to a certain region of my anatomy. He was well put together, but not muscle-bound and freakish. His muscles were more toned and formed to accentuate the positives.

  “I’ve heard the rumors of your conquests and I’ve often wondered if they were exaggerated.” I
lay back on the bench and exerted enough pressure to lift the weight straight up into the air.

  From my vantage point, I was eye level with his crotch and I lost my breath when he flexed it for my amusement. I didn’t think it was at its full potential, but I knew of interesting ways to make it rise like an unfurling flag.

  “Snow, this breakup might have been the best thing for you. It’s a crying shame to waste all of that on one man.” We were friends and flirting was a part of the dance.

  Timothy was a young man with his whole life ahead of him. His strict diet and exercise regiment had turned him into eye candy for those cougars looking for their cub. He was 20-years-old and still sowing his wild oats. He had been a fascination and fantasy for quite some time. I used his image in various states of undress during those late nights I was alone in my bed.

  “You’re only saying that to get into my pants.” I was 5’4 and 120 pounds with a kind of curves to bring many potential suitors. I lost 20 pounds from my many pity parties and dinner consisted of chocolate, chips and ice cream binges. What could I say, I was heartbroken and blinded, and the best part was that there was no need to cook these three goodies.

  My hair was the first thing anybody noticed. I had recently dyed my long black locks to platinum blonde. It went with my moniker of Snow White. I was also ready to test out the idea of having more fun as a blonde. I was skeptical but it was time for a change nonetheless.

  My breakup had brought with it the chance to change my outlook on casual sex. I was never much for one night stands, but testing the waters with different men was definitely something to think about. It was time to shake things up and do something unpredictable.

  “I’ve always wanted to get into your pants, but you made it painfully clear from the moment we started working together things had to stay platonic.”

  I was contemplating if I should say something but I chickened out. Was I ready for this marathon sex?

  “I’ve seen an amazing improvement and you’ve lost inches off your waist and your wrist is getting better slowly.” Timothy was a slave driver with shoulders capable of carrying me effortlessly into the bedroom.

  “I doubt my sister would recognize me. I’ve never been one to take chances. Having my life flash before my eyes was an eye-opening experience.” It had been two weeks since packing all my stuff and moving in with my best friend Lindsay. I was lucky to have someone I know to share an apartment with. Rent in Manhattan was too much to stomach on one salary.

  I had a few devices to bring me pleasure, but nothing beat the real thing. A flesh and blood man with the proper equipment to get the job done was exactly what I was craving.

  Lindsay had been trying to get me to go to this new club she frequented on the weekends. I knew from the glint in her eye there was something more to this club than just dancing. I had told her repeatedly I wasn’t interested, but she wasn’t buying it for a second. This was a woman who some may label her as “promiscuous” but I liked to think that she was ‘sexually liberated’. The walls were thin enough to overhear her carnal activities.

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? I’ve never been one to take a hint. Do I take it from your tone there’s a possibility of something happening between the two of us?” I was staring at the object of my infatuation. It was the perfect incentive to work my body into a sweat. It was time to be the new me, time to be bold and daring.

  “My nipples aren’t poking out of my spandex top for nothing. There’s nobody else here at midnight. As the owner, you keep this place open for me and I would like to show you my appreciation.” I couldn’t believe those words escaped my mouth, but they did and I was proud. My top was pink and white with the logo of Nike and ‘Just Do it’ stenciled on the material. Just Do It was the very thing that I was about to do.

  “Tell me exactly what you want from me. We are both adults and what we do behind these closed doors is nobody’s business. We are friends, but we could be friends with benefits.” It was an interesting proposal and I had already opened the window of opportunity for him.

  “I would normally wait for you to take the initiative. Being a modern woman, I feel it’s necessary to grab life by the collar.” I grabbed him by his long dark hair and twisted the locks in my hands.

  My strawberry lips came closer and I teased him with the tip of my tongue. He tried to grab it with his teeth, but I was too quick to react. My body was doing the talking. It was loud enough to drown out any sense of good judgment.

  “Snow, I’ve always been sexually attracted to you, but you’ve never given me the time of day. We do flirt, but nothing comes of it.” I tugged on his hair and when his mouth involuntarily opened, I stuck my tongue down his throat.

  There was nothing sensual about what I was trying to accomplish. This was a maddening escape from my old mundane ways. There was nothing more exciting than doing something for the sake of pleasure. My libido was awakening to the new possibilities on the horizon.

  “I haven’t been immune to your charms. I have undressed you with my eyes. I do find myself curious to see if my blueprint of your anatomy matches up to the real thing.” Tim didn’t wear very much and it was not hard to strip him buck naked in my nasty mind. I grazed my hand over his package and was quite delighted to see him react in the way I was expecting.

  “I had no idea and maybe you should be less subtle about your approach.” I felt liberated from the freedom that came from unshackling the chains from my ex.

  “What did you want me to do, stick my hand down your pants and grab you in front of everyone?”

  “Oh I would love that…”

  “I’m sure you would. I’ve never been forceful, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I was salivating at the chance to show him what a 35-year old woman could do for him.

  “I’m not going to lie and tell you that I have little experience. In my line of work, it’s common for clients to have affairs with their trainers. And I’m not the first one.” That was the norm at this gym.

  “Your exploits have been widely renowned.” The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. There was a part of me that was afraid of being just another number but I actually wanted drama free sex with no strings attached. So the hell with numbers…

  He moved his fingers through my hair with his over-exaggerated piece of hardware within inches of my mouth. He roughly grabbed me by the shoulders and put me in a position with him standing firmly on the floor in front of me.

  “I don’t know how those rumors get started. You sleep with one client and you never hear the end of it.” What could I say, except that some women liked to brag about their conquests, much like men would. And I was sure he lied about the number of clients he slept with.

  He was licking his lips and biting his tongue. He swallowed hard and looked at me sternly still holding onto my shoulders.

  “It’s a good thing the windows are tinted so that nobody can see in the windows. I think we might garner quite the audience with what we are about to do.” My blue eyes were zeroed in on something that was growing on me.

  “I wanted to make this place as private as possible.” His rippling muscles were causing me to thirst for something that wasn’t a part of my daily training.

  CHAPTER 2

  Timothy

  I never thought this day would come. The woman of my dreams was throwing herself at me. I looked down at those blue eyes and felt trapped by her newly acquired open sexuality. Snow was the woman I measured against all others. She was the one I had tried and failed to seduce. She had the same dark humor as Megan.

  That girl knew how to party and take no prisoners. I felt bad for how things ended between us. Snow was a good distraction.

  I heard Snow squeal when I put her over my shoulders and carried her to the back of the gym where the sauna was located. I adjusted the temperature and opened the door for her to enter before me.


  She stopped at the threshold with her fingertip in her mouth. It was an innocent and naughty thing to do. Without any shame, she lifted her arms and allowed me to release her from the prison of her top. Those breasts were more than a mouthful and the nipples were thick enough to demand my attention.

  “I won’t need these.” She proceeded to wiggle out of her shorts.

  She was seductively turning me on and the sway of her hips was drawing me to her like a moth to the flame. She sat down on one of the wooden benches with the heat already making her skin glisten with perspiration. I was already standing at attention in more than one way.

  I closed the door and dropped the pretense of being friends. This was what I wanted. She had become something I had never had before. I wanted her because I couldn’t have her.

  I knelt on the floor on my knees and crawled over to her with her finger beckoning me closer. There was no way I was going to take my eyes off of an untamed animal. It did hurt to be on my knees, but the pain was secondary to the way that she was spreading her supple thighs.

  I felt the smoothness of her legs with my fingertips coming ever closer to the cleft of her wanton desire. I used my hard calloused hands to pry her legs open.

  The heat from her body had me licking my lips with anticipation. I was lost in her eyes. The fire building by the second was leaking profusely down over the head and the rest of the shaft.

  “Timothy, I don’t know what I’m feeling, but this moment is too delicious to stop.” She was feeding me with her words of encouragement.

  The door was closed and nobody was going to interrupt me in my pursuit of pleasure. I dug my nails into her inner thighs and found her flinching underneath my dominant hand. The small enclosure was making her flustered with beads of sweat trailing down her skin.

  I quickly changed places with her until she was on my lap. The sweet syrup of her excitement was glazing my member from the top down to the bottom. She had her knees on either side of me with those mountains calling my name.