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LENGTH: Short Story
SENSUALITY: Spicy/Carnal

Cover art (c) Eliza Black 2004
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Rating: Contains graphic sex and explicit language.

"Five Hearts! DIRTY DANCING is filled with all of the great qualities that make a fairytale romance come true. Lust, sex, and romance are the main focal points that Ashley Ladd has created in her novella about Manutea. Ms. Ladd takes you to a world filled with fiery volcanoes, castles and dragons, a world we can only imagine. Her creative descriptions paint pictures that make the reader wish they too could visit the fairytale land. Ms. Ladd gives her novella hot sex scenes, and romance that will overcome any qualms the reader has about her use of royalty. I give this novel a five rose rating with confidence that all erotica lovers will enjoy her hot tale." Love Romances

"Five Angels! This reviewer found this book to be a great laugh as well as a great fantasy that kept me reading and held my attention throughout. The characters had body as well and the plot was so good that Ms.Ladd has held up to her reputation as a writer of some great books. This reviewer gives this book a five angel rating for a great fantasy read that will have you smiling from beginning to end." Fallen Angel Reviews

"Author Ashley Ladd adds a new spin to this familiar fairy-tale. I enjoyed every moment, from the dragons to the vivid descriptions to the sizzling sex scenes. My first tale by Ashley Ladd, Dirty Dancing will certainly not be the last." In the Library Review

"Four Stars! Dirty Dancing is funny and witty. This erotic twist on a classic will keep you laughing. The oversexed daughters are comical, especially the part where they get really turned on by Alex’s bald head. Alex is completely lost and oblivious to where he is, but takes on the challenge of finding out the princess’s secret. Funny to the max, Dirty Dancing is sure to give you laughs and go on the keeper shelf." Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"DIRTY DANCING reminds me of the childhood fairytale I read about the princess who always came home each night with her shoes in tatters. Except I don't remember anything about down and dirty sex in that story. <g> Ashley Ladd brings readers a story that is truly a delight to read with DIRTY DANCING." Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today

"DIRTY DANCING is an erotic tale that will have you entranced from the very first page. From beautiful princesses to flying dragons and magic potions, Alex is thrust into a world so unlike his own, but he learns to adapt quiet nicely. The short, erotic story is sure to keep you turning the pages." Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies

"Four Flames! DIRTY DANCING is a fabulous twist on a classic fairy tale. It is also humorous as well as packed with hot sex scenes. It is a must for anyone looking to update an old classic with a new, erotic twist." Sizzling Romances

DIRTY DANCING

By

Ashley Ladd

© copyright Elaine Hopper, February 2004

Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright February 2004

New Concepts Publishing

5202 Humphreys Road

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

Alex, aka Rob Alexander to his family and the government, cursed the sputtering plane. She was going down in the middle of the South Pacific, miles from any known civilization. The best he could do was to find an island to land this baby and pray it was civilized. Otherwise he might be stuck on it with some long lost World War II kamikaze fighter.

He scowled darkly--better than shark bait at the bottom of the ocean. Becoming Robinson Crusoe wasn’t a fate much better. He hated coconut and fish, and he didn’t see himself building a tree house or befriending any simians.

He scoured his map, hoping his craft would make it to Fiji. Then he spied a huge land mass not on any of his maps. Frowning, he studied it. Could his equipment be that far off that this might be New Zealand, Australia, or South America? Giant, there were bound to be people on that rock. He was saved.

It was a rocky bastard, without a discernible strip of flat land long enough to make a feasible runway. Nor did he see any buildings, not even so much as a grass hut.

He rubbed his smoothly polished head and twisted his lips. Fuckin’ shit. He’d found volcano central. That big mama looked ready to blow.

"You’re going to have to take me a little further," he coaxed the dying plane, patting the wheel.

The bitch spit and hissed at him as if to say, Fly off and die, asshole, as she hurtled toward the craggy soil. Some loyalty.

If he was a praying man, this would be the time, but he wasn’t enough of a hypocrite to beg God’s mercy after ignoring Him all these years. If this was the end, he’d meet it like a man with his head held high.

What a helluva ride. He’d go out like he’d lived his life--in a blaze of glory. He laughed in the face of death as the ground rushed to meet him. How many people got to die the way they loved to live?

* * * *

A shooting star pierced the heavens. But no! The fiery luminary fell to the ground not half a mile distant. The crash rocked the ground hard enough, Vaiana feared it might set off another volcanic eruption.

"Come, sister," Vaiana’s youngest sibling Taina pointed at the cloud of billowing smoke. She pulled the reins on her dragon and pressed her heels into his scaly sides to propel him into the air. "Perhaps a god has fallen from the heavens."

"Or maybe a demon was cast out. Are you so eager to come face to face with one?" Or it could be that one of the dragons had crashed and burst into a ball of flame.

Taina was more impulsive than she. At seventeen rotations, Taina thought she knew everything. Having seen thirty winter rotations, Vaiana knew better and was much more cynical. She’d had to grow up beyond her rotations after their mother ascended into the next life while Taina was but an infant, leaving their father, the king of Manatua, with twelve irrepressible daughters. The yoke of her mother’s responsibility had fallen on Vaiana as the oldest child, since their sire had his hands full running his empire and trying to prevent war with the neighboring kingdom of Oriata.

Taina glowered at her. "You grow old and boring like Papa. It would do you good to stretch your horizons."

Stretch her horizons? She had her hands full with her eleven younger wild siblings and keeping their nightly excursions secret from their father and his minions. Taina urged her mount to lift off in flight.

Letting out a pent-up sigh, Vaiana followed, doubting the wisdom of rushing into a cloud of fire. They had been well versed in dragon administration, and the first rule was not to enter their flame. "Our guardians will see to it." Princesses shouldn’t put themselves in harm’s way. Hadn’t their father pounded that into their heads since the cradle? It could be an enemy trick to kidnap them. They weren’t even permitted outside the palace grounds so they would suffer their father’s fury should he discover their illicit outing. He was already having them closely monitored to discern their secrets. Foolish bravado wouldn’t help their plight.

"Come back here!" she ordered in her most authoritative older sister voice. Whereas the lethal note would quell most of her sisters, it merely seemed to incite her youngest sibling to rebellion.

"Pooh on Papa! Like you obey his every command. I don’t see you staying behind in your bed nightly." Taina reined her dragon around and prodded him into motion, winging low over the tree tops so as not to be detected by the dragon watcher.

Taina had her, and she knew it. She narrowed her eyes at her problem child. "Payback…," she warned with her wickedest father-like grin. With a few flaps of the dragons’ wings, they reached the source of the smoke over the next ridge. A strange silver dragon lay broken on the rocky ground. It didn’t look real without scales, and how stiffly it lay. Small fires spit from several places on its body, as if about to explode.

Vaiana spied a man inside the monster’s belly, unmoving with closed eyes, blood trickling down his broad forehead. Cursing under her breath, she admonished her sister, "Help me free him from the dragon’s gullet, before he is consumed in flame."

"How could he be alive inside it? No one can live once a dragon eats them."

"Perhaps he wields strong magic. Perhaps he really is a god." The dragon had fallen from far higher in the heavens than she had ever seen a dragon fly. Normal dragons couldn’t breathe the thin oxygen of the clouds.

Taina nodded as she tightened the reins around her fingers. "As you say, sister."

They tethered their mounts to a tall tree and then found a sharp-edged rock and smashed the strange, clear belly of the beast to free the trapped man. He was heavy, at least six stone, they could barely drag him, strong as they were. And yet he must be solid muscle as she didn’t detect a superfluous gram of flesh on him.

"Look at his head," Taina whispered in awe after they had transported him a safe ways and laid him prone on a soft mound of grass. She caressed it unabashedly. "So phallic. So shiny. So satiny," she crooned.

Trust Taina to find a phallic symbol. She possessed an insatiable sexual appetite.

Her sister’s hands rubbing the shiny head mesmerized her. No one on Manatua except the old men, were bald, and even then, not completely devoid of hair like this stranger.

"You have to feel how smooth it is," the shameless young woman said with a wicked twinkle in her eyes. "Like the head of a man’s pe--"

"Taina!" What if the stranger awoke and heard them? He wasn’t one of their lovers. If their father or one of his guardians were to hear her speak thus, they would suffer dire consequences.

The unrepentant girl giggled and waved away her fears with a flick of her slender hand. "Since when did you become a prude? His eyes are very heavy, as is his breathing. You must feel its smoothness for yourself. He’ll never know."

Vaiana swallowed hard. After she assured herself the man was in no danger of expiring on their watch, but was merely unconscious, she changed positions with her sister and settled his head in her lap. Close up, he was extremely beautiful for a man without a strand of hair. Long black lashes swept chiseled cheek bones. A long, hawkish nose shadowed strong, firm lips that looked as if they would enjoy pleasuring a woman.

"Check in his garments for clues to his identity and to which kingdom his allegiance lies." Perhaps he was another prince come to divine their secret and usurp their father’s throne? Pity. If so, his extraordinary head would wind up in her father’s guillotine like all the others before him. It would make an unusual addition to her father’s misshapen collection.