Enchanted: Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women and over one million other books are available for Amazon Kindle. Learn more
  • List Price: $13.95
  • Save: $3.09 (22%)
FREE Shipping on orders over $35.
Temporarily out of stock.
Order now and we'll deliver when available.
Order now and we'll deliver when available. We'll e-mail you with an estimated delivery date as soon as we have more information. Your account will only be charged when we ship the item.
Ships from and sold by Amazon.com.
Gift-wrap available.
Add to Cart
FREE Shipping on orders over $35.
Used: Very Good | Details
Condition: Used: Very Good
Comment: Gently Used Book - Minor shelf-wear; Undamaged binding
Add to Cart
Have one to sell?
Flip to back Flip to front
Listen Playing... Paused   You're listening to a sample of the Audible audio edition.
Learn more

Enchanted: Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women Paperback

See all 5 formats and editions Hide other formats and editions
Amazon Price New from Used from Collectible from
"Please retry"
"Please retry"
"Please retry"
$9.00 $0.01

Frequently Bought Together

Enchanted: Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women + Enchanted Again + Sleeping Beauty Trilogy Box Set
Price for all three: $55.10

Some of these items ship sooner than the others.

Buy the selected items together


Save up to 50% on Romance Books
Browse this month's selection of romance novels in the Bookshelf Favorites store.

Product Details

  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Spice (July 1, 2006)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373605099
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373605095
  • Product Dimensions: 8 x 5.1 x 0.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (126 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #285,297 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

Editorial Reviews


"Told with sparkling wit . . . this erotic collection of some of the world's favorite fairy tales is nothing short of brilliant." -- ARomanceReview.com

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

My name is Beauty. It is likely that you have heard of me. My story, or rather, the one they tell of me, has been told too many times to count. But that is not really my story at all. The particulars have been disregarded entirely. I would have thought that with all the telling of it someone would have, just once, stumbled upon the truth. And perhaps some of you did read between those illusory lines and suspect the truth, incredible and shocking as it is. Or maybe the truth is really too fantastic to believe. I admit there are times when I can hardly believe it myself, and it all seems like a faraway dream.

In fact, some of what has been put down in the various accounts of my life is true, for, in order to save my poor father's life, I did consent to live with a fearsome creature that was more beast than man. It is also true that I fell in love with the Beast. As for what happened after that, the storybooks are quite accurate in their exposition for the Beast, immediately upon my avowal of love, was released from an evil curse and returned to his original form as a charming prince. We were married that very day.

But that is where the similarities between the legends you have read and my own incredible narrative end. For I have not lived "happily ever after" since that day.

You see, I miss my Beast.

As I languish here within the lonely halls of this castle, my mind often drifts back to the very first day I spent here. It was with much trepidation that I left my bedchamber that day, very cautiously, to make my way through the vast corridors that twist and turn throughout this fortress. Despite much speculation over the matter (for I had slept not one wink the night before), I could not imagine why the Beast had requested my presence there. I spent the day alone, wandering in and out of rooms and exploring the unfamiliar surroundings, while trying to guess what was in store for me.

This is not to say that I came to the great castle of the Beast against my will, for I was quite anxious to leave the poverty and boredom of my childhood behind me, and so when obligation awarded me this adventure, I was not entirely dissatisfied.

I could not have said what a castle should look like, but it seemed to me that everything I saw was exactly as it should be. Very austere-looking ancestors silently gazed down at me from the lofty positions where their portraits hung superciliously upon the walls. Other walls displayed splendidly woven tapestries of French picnics, Italian vineyards and other exotic affairs. The furniture was intricately carved from the finest lumber, and the carpets were extravagantly thick and colorful. In short, everything was quite extraordinary in its elegance and splendor.

I did not chance to meet the Beast while roaming the castle that day. He had, upon my arrival the previous evening, instructed a servant to take me directly to my bedchamber after I had bidden my father a quick farewell, and watched with strange detachment as he loaded two brimming trunks onto his coach. These were gifts from the Beast, who instructed that they be filled with treasures for my father to take away with him. It calmed and pleased me to imagine my family's delight when opening those trunks.

I did not stir from my bedroom during the remainder of the night, sleepless though I was. I pondered the end of my old life during the long hours of that quiet night, and even into the next day as I drifted from room to room, examining everything at leisure, without seeing a single soul about the place.

Supper was announced with the tinkling of a bell, and it was there that I once again encountered the Beast. Despite his gruesome appearance and gruff voice, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was, in fact, a gracious host, and we passed that first dinner with pleasant conversation and food and drink that delighted the palate.

As soon as the meal was concluded, the Beast rose from the table, surveying me with his dark eyes for a moment before asking, "Will you marry me, Beauty?"

I stared at the Beast in utter astonishment. What was I to do? Though my heart was hammering a loud warning of caution not to anger the Beast, I somehow managed to whisper, "No, Beast."

The Beast merely nodded bleakly, saying, "Very well, then," in a tone that indicated he had expected my reply, and he abruptly left the hall.

Relieved that I had not provoked the Beast with my refusal to his preposterous request, I too left the dining room to retire for the evening.

Have I forgotten to describe my bedchamber? Do not think it is because the room was not worth mentioning, for it was, and continues to be, the most beautiful room I would find in this elegant castle.

When first entering the chamber on the previous evening, I was too preoccupied to take much notice of my surroundings. On this night, however, I darted from one thing to the next, examining the wonderful array of objects that had been placed there for my pleasure, until at last my eyes beheld the extraordinary bed upon which I was to sleep. Along its towering posts it displayed, in great detail, the carved images of wild animals, spiraling along the edges and seemingly moving upward until, at the top, there sat a beautiful man with a crown. I knew not the meaning of the exquisite carvings that lanced that wooden frame, but gazed attentively at them nonetheless, for their beauty was not lost on me in spite of my humble upbringing.

Beside the bed an enormous bouquet of no less than one hundred fragrant pink roses stood placidly in an oversize vase that had been set on the bedside table. And, upon my word, from that day forward I was never to enter my chamber of an evening without finding an equally remarkable display of freshly cut flowers beside the bed.

The bedding was every bit as magnificent as everything else I had feasted my eyes on that day, and a shiver of pure delight ran through me as I slipped between the sumptuous silken sheets. It was such a pleasurable feeling that I was momentarily tempted to remove my nightdress. Instead, I ran my hand slowly across the bedding. My senses were rapidly becoming engulfed in exotic sensations amidst the influence of such luxury.

I was startled out of my enchantment suddenly when there came a light rapping on the door of my chamber. "Who's there?" I inquired, sitting up and clutching the silk sheets about my neck.

"It is only I, your servant, the Beast," came the gentle reply. His manner was as reassuring and appealing to me as his appearance was frightful. "Do come in," I said, more at ease.

The Beast opened the door to my bedchamber but did not step over the threshold. Through the dim light of the hallway, I could clearly see his physical outline, which would have been terrifying if not for his gentlemanly demeanor. I waited for him to speak.

"I only wished to inquire if all was satisfactory, My Lady," he said, remaining just outside the doorway.

"Satisfactory?" I echoed, suddenly amused. "Good heavens, no! I would never in my wildest imaginings have dared to describe these accommodations as 'satisfactory." I smiled happily at my little joke, as I flung the extravagant bedclothes aside, and reached toward the nightstand to light the lantern.

The Beast remained silent and stared at me as if stunned. Upon seeing his expression, I realized my flippant reply must have insulted him and immediately tried to put matters right.

"Oh, Beast! What I meant to say…well, of course every thing is quite satisfactory. Why, it is more than satisfactory! That is what I meant of course."

But something was terribly wrong. It was as if the Beast had not even heard me. Without thinking I leaped from my bed to approach him as I made another effort to explain. But I only managed a few steps before freezing in horror.

Had I heard a growl? My mind reeled between shock and disbelief. It was impossible! And yet, his eyes had a most unnatural glow. He stood perfectly still, like an animal that is poised for an attack.

"Beast?" I whispered, as much a plea as a question.

And then all of a sudden he was gone.

I stood there many moments afterward, trying to collect my shattered wits. I glanced down at my trembling hands, and it was then that I noticed my dressing gown. It was completely sheer, from head to foot! The lantern I had lit only served to emphasize my nakedness beneath the cloth!

I did not see the Beast again until suppertime the following day. There, he was as gentle and refined as I had remembered him being at the previous meal we had shared. I blushed and shivered whenever his eyes met mine, but he never gave any indication that he noticed, or that anything had transpired that warranted such an attitude. His demeanor eventually lulled me out of my suspicions and fears, and I was once again at ease, and even enjoying his conversation and friendly manner. Afterward, he stood up and asked me the same question he had asked on the previous night, and the one he would ask every night thereafter.

"Beauty, will you marry me?"

To which I always replied, "No, Beast."

Our friendship blossomed. And yet, every noise I heard from within my bedchamber at night would leave me anxious and sleepless, waiting breathlessly for that light tap on my chamber door.

But the Beast never ventured near my bedchamber again. It was I who, unable to sleep one evening, stumbled across the Beast's private chamber while wandering toward the library in search of something to read. I heard a noise, much like a groan, coming from the other side of his door as I passed. I stopped abruptly.

In a moment or two I heard the noise again. I knew immediately it was the Beast and was seized with compassion for him. Was he ill?

Without further thought I knocked on his chamber door. Moments passed and I knocked again.

"Go away," I heard the Beast say at last, in a pleading tone.

"I shall not," I replied determinedly, "not until I have seen that you...

More About the Author

Nancy Madore achieved enormous critical acclaim with her "ENCHANTED" erotic series by Harlequin, which includes ENCHANTED, ENCHANTED AGAIN and ENCHANTED DREAMS.

She is currently working on a historical/speculative science fiction series entitled "LEGACY OF THE WATCHERS," which was inspired by her life-long interest in ancient history and mythology. So far, there are two installments in the series: THE HIDDEN ONES and POWER OF GODS. The third book will be out in 2014.

THE ETHICS OF JUDGE NADEAU represents a diversion for Madore that was brought about by true life events. In her first work of non-fiction, Nancy Madore teams up with Lynnann Frydrych to relate a drama far stranger than any fiction she could have dreamed up. This true life account of sex and betrayal within the legal system is sure to shock, provoke and amuse.

You can read more about Nancy Madore and her books by visiting her website at www.nmadore.com.

Customer Reviews

Don't get me wrong its ok I think I just expected not so cutsey.
RI girl81
The author remained true to the mood and style of the original fairy tales, while incorporating a very modern erotic fantasy into the plots.
Many of the stories are too short with too much political backstory to really get into.
Selena A

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

66 of 66 people found the following review helpful By J. Traeger on March 8, 2007
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
I'm a big fan of the "fairytales retold" genre, and after reading reviews I had high expectations of this one. The writing style reminds me of victorian erotica, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but themewise felt like mellow erotica for the comfortably feminist gentle reader. I guess my personal kink factor is a little higher than the target audience. This is NOT the style/concept of the Anne Rice Sleeping Beauty, which is vastly higher on the sexually adventurous intensity scale. That all being said, this is a fine starter novel for a Lady's introduction to erotic reading. It has comfortably familliar fairytale themes, a self-empowerment message, nothing too shocking in language or content, and a couple of quite good scenes. I would definitely reccommend it to friends who have tried little erotica before, and might want a gentle introduction to pique thier curiosity.
2 Comments Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
29 of 29 people found the following review helpful By Reader Woman on August 6, 2006
Format: Paperback
I absolutely adored Nancy Madore's Enchanted. When we take into consideration the fact that fairy tales have been used to tame women's sexuality and to instill negative ideals about beauty and image, Madore's reclaimation of the genre to free women's thinking about sex and sexuality is awe-inspiring. I like the way she takes some fantasies that we have been taught to think of as taboo and others that have been deemed just a little naughty and makes them come to life in a positive and powerful way. The most postive aspect of this collection, however, is the underlying messages about women's beauty images, the beauty-myth and self-esteem. The collection is a must read for every woman who wants to more fully experience her own erotic power.
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
41 of 46 people found the following review helpful By C. Smith on July 26, 2009
Format: Paperback
I really liked this book, mostly because it takes old fairy tales and makes them new again--and what girl doesn't love fairy tales? I thought the erotica was sensual and the writing very good. It's a must have for women, but you don't necessarily have to read it at bedtime! It's definitely romantic.
1 Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
136 of 170 people found the following review helpful By CoffeeGurl HALL OF FAME on March 7, 2005
Format: Paperback
I loved this collection of erotic retelling of popular fairytales. Bedtime Stories for Women reminds me of Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty novels in that they turn a sweet fairytale into something extremely naughty and pleasurable (so to speak) to read. Nancy Madore renames the titles of some of the most memorable stories out there. The author also adds some original stories with a cartoonish setting. My favorites are "The Empress' New Clothes," "Cat and Mouse," "Goldilocks and the Three Barons," "Mirror on the Wall," "Beauty and the Beast," and "East of Sun." Not only are the stories smolderingly erotic, they also empower women to be uninhibited and independent. Some of the stories also deal with issues about one's physical appearance. "The Ugly Duckling" delves into the aforementioned issue in a profound, thought-provoking way. Bedtime Stories for Women is one of the best erotic short-story collections I have read in a long time. Ms. Madore is an excellent writer and I look forward to reading more of her stuff.
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
75 of 96 people found the following review helpful By The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers on January 17, 2004
Format: Hardcover
BEDTIME STORIES FOR WOMEN are guaranteed to give rise to your senses...and your libido. You will never read fairytales the same way after reading one of these stories. My personal favorites were "Beauty and the Beast," "Cat and Mouse," "Goldilocks and the Three Barons," "East of the Sun and West of the Moon," and "Snow White in the Woods." Each had me fantasizing, wanting more and still leaving much to the imagination.
Ms. Madore expresses sensuality/sexuality without using the vulgarity or crass words that have began to plague modern day erotica. BEDTIME STORIES FOR WOMEN are told in an eloquent manner that is insatiable; they may even tempt you to want to create your own ending. Curl up with your significant other and prepare to read him a bedtime story. I must warn you that these stories are not meant to put him to sleep, but to wake him instead. I look forward to reading other erotica stories written by Ms. Madore; I'm sure I won't be disappointed by her fairytales with a twist.
Reviewed by Ess Mays
of The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers
2 Comments Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
18 of 21 people found the following review helpful By D. Summers on March 14, 2005
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
Looking around this site I stubbled upon this book and being a lover of fairy tales I thought it couldn't hurt to check this one out..and I'm glad I did it was well worth the money. The fairy tales in this book are some of my most favorites and the twists that the author put on them were wonderful. I was very surprised and couldn't put the book down.

The way the author describes everything in the stories is excellent not crude or nasty, but in a way that makes your blush a bit as well as get your imagination going. I had no trouble putting myself in different parts of the stories.

I do hope that the author writes more and does as well as she did on this one.
Comment Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again
21 of 25 people found the following review helpful By T. Wydra on October 21, 2009
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
I bought this book because I was hoping for a sex positive book for females. I was definitely wrong. Tons of the short stories were of women being taken advantage of. For example, take Goldy Locks and the Three Bears. Instead of bears it was three men. When they found Goldy Locks in their house they surrounded her and started taking off her clothes. It sounded more like rape than sexy to me. Every story the female didn't like what was happening, but then suddenly she was fine with it.

To me this was not a female positive book at all. It was just suggesting the idea that women like being raped.
2 Comments Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Sending feedback...
Thank you for your feedback. If this review is inappropriate, please let us know.
Sorry, we failed to record your vote. Please try again

Product Images from Customers

Most Recent Customer Reviews


What Other Items Do Customers Buy After Viewing This Item?