Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups — a collection from
Eric Ross
These aren’t the fairy tales you grew up with.
In this sinfully smart and gorgeously explicit collection, classic tales are unspooled and rewoven with wit, heat, and a whole lot of bite. Here, Red wears stilettos, Cinderella drops more than her shoe, and Jack climbs a stalk that’s anything but metaphorical.
These stories explore what lies beneath the ballgowns and behind the closed doors of storybook kingdoms—desire, rebellion, and filthy pleasure.
Welcome to a world where the happily-ever-after comes hard… and often.
Red Riding Hood is all grown up—and she’s done playing the innocent. With wine on her lips and scandal in her step, she heads into the woods where a submissive Wolf lurks, a well-endowed Woodsman swings his axe, and Granny’s house hides more than tea and gossip. When the red cloak comes off, Red takes control—rewriting the tale with moans, mayhem, and a very accommodating bed.
When Jack trades his last coin for magic beans, he doesn’t expect a stalk thick as sin—or a giantess with curves of epic proportions and no patience for foreplay. At the top waits Elara, harp-playing, skirt-lifting royalty with a taste for tiny men and big fun. Jack thought he was climbing for treasure, but he’s about to get far more than gold. Filthy, funny, and absolutely not for children, this is a fairytale with a very happy ending.
In the village of Thistledown, librarian Penelope Pumpernickel embarks on a scandalously scientific quest to find her Goldilocks moment—not too big, not too small, but just right. With three very different brothers, a nosy knitting circle, and a notebook full of “field notes,” this steamy, cheeky fairytale proves that the best discoveries are hands-on—and sometimes, deeply satisfying.
When Hansel and Gretel stumble on a gingerbread trap, they find more than candy: a sultry witch, a forager with wandering hands, and a chance to rewrite their fairy tale with rope, heat, and no regrets. Hansel meets his match in the woods. Gretel? She goes back for seconds. Taste My Sweets is a funny and erotic retelling of desire, danger, and the kind of magic you can only cast with your mouth. It’s definitely NOT the fairy tale you remember.