Stealing Cinderella by A. Zavarelli
Genre: dark, erotic romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: April 2, 2020
*This story contains triggers that might be upsetting to readers.
Wow…this story was a down-right naughty and delicious read!
But I must confess…this was the first book I’ve read by the author, and now I’m scolding myself for not reading her books sooner. Now I’m stocking up on ALL of her books because HOLY…this book was fantastic!
Stealing Cinderella is a modern re-telling of the classic fairy tale, but with a much darker, erotic, and twisted story line. We all know the outcome of the original Cinderella — orphaned young woman raised by a wicked stepmother meets and falls in love the handsome Prince Charming. Whereas this book may have some similarities in the stepmother and prince aspects, the wickedness doesn’t stop with just the stepmother and the prince is anything but charming. I’m known for not being a big fan of dark romances. They’ve never been my cup of tea. But lately, I just can’t get enough of them. So of course, this book piqued my curiosity and fed my recent obsession for dark, dirty, and twisty.
But between all the wickedness and eroticism was the truly painful and emotional love story of Ella and Thorsen. Both have experienced traumatic pasts and carry scars buried deep below the surface. Their instant connection expands into a raw and obsessive romance as the story progresses, further emphasizing the dark angst and suspense that lingers throughout the plot. The strong level of depravity and debasement were, at times, a little tough to read. But I felt it was needed in order to fully convey how utterly wounded and tortured both characters were and showed the lengths they each went in order to heal and save one another.
A well written and intensely emotional love story of love, malevolence, and redemption, Stealing Cinderella is a wicked must-read you won’t soon forget!
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Every royal has their dirty little secret. His was… me.
It should have been simple.
Go to the ball, meet the prince, and secure his patronage for my favorite charity.
But beneath the mask, the brooding beast of a man was not at all who I expected.
He was dark and intense and eerily quiet.
When I left, I could still feel the ghost of his touch branded into my skin.
He haunted my dreams, but I never expected to see him again.
Then he came for me.
And he took me.
And I learned that his darkness was a void I never could have conceived.
He’s the crown prince of Norway.
And, now, I’m his captive.