Big, Blooming, & Wild! Mulberrilicious |
| by Michelle Hasker cover art by Bryan Keller |
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| ISBN: 978-1-60521-325-5 |
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| Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi |
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| Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters |
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| Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author |
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| Length: Novella |
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Blurb:
After losing her job due to the economy, and her fiance due to a skinny chick, Trisha moved out to Missouri to be with her sister. While caring for her niece and nephew she runs into the two handsome hunks who own a neighboring property. What she does know is that both want her, and neither cares that she is a BBW. What she doesn't know is that they're not what they seem to be. Oh, and they're already lovers.
Excerpt:
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"Oh, no!" Trisha panted as she finally caught up to her niece and nephew. She should have lost at least fifty pounds in the time she'd been here, but no. She was still a curvy size twenty -- even after all the time spent chasing these two energetic kids.
"What's wrong, Gloria?"
"Baby bird." Gloria pointed to a pile of feathers on the ground. She sniffled and wiped her hands across her eyes.
Trisha blew out a deep breath, and squatted on the ground next to her sensitive niece. The poor thing was so empathic that Trisha sometimes wondered if Gloria had special powers.
"It's dead." Robert poked at it with a twig. The bird made a strange sound, and Robert gasped, jumping back as he dropped the stick.
"Okay, it's not dead. But it's probably injured enough that it won't survive." Trisha stared at the bird, wondering how to get the kids back to the house with the least amount of whining.
"You have to put it back in its nest." Gloria stared at Trisha with tears in her eyes. "Its mother will be worried sick until she gets her baby back."
"Her dead baby," Robert grumbled.
"It's not dead!" Gloria slammed her fist on the ground.
Trisha couldn't hurt Gloria more than she already was. The bird wouldn't live, but she wasn't about to tell the child that. No, she would put the baby bird in its nest and hope its bones were rubbery enough that nothing was broken. Somehow she didn't think the chances of that were good, but anything that would make Gloria stop crying would be worth it. Even if Trisha was afraid of heights. She reached for the bird, trying not to throw up at the thought of touching the half dead creature.
"Wait!" A warm, strong hand closed on her shoulder. She turned and stared into a stranger's brown eyes.
Trisha shrieked. Loud, long, and so high-pitched it hurt her ears. Then she reached for the kids, grabbing them and hugging them so tightly they squirmed and protested. "When I let you go, run as fast as you can to the house. Don't look back, just keep running!" Trisha stared at the stranger with her best evil glare. She could kick his ass. Adrenaline would kick in and enable her to make sure no harm came to the kids. Right?
"But why, Aunt Trisha?"
"It'll be a fun game. See who can reach the house first. But when you're both safely inside, lock the door."
"Lock you out?"
Trisha growled. "Just do it or else I'll make spinach and liver for dinner!"
They groaned, but she sensed their consent a moment before they both gave her a long, drawn-out "Okay." She pushed the kids to their feet and yelled at them to run as she tackled the stranger.
Using all her weight to squash the man under her, she wondered why he wasn't fighting to get her off him. Was there another man waiting to grab the kids? She heard the sound of them racing through the forest. She didn't hear any screams, so she assumed they weren't being chased.
"What kind of game is this, then?"
Trisha stared down at the stranger, wondering at the strange light in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. A mental groan raced through her as something moved against her crotch. She'd not only tackled him, but she'd straddled the bastard. She wanted to get off him, but feared for the children. If she didn't keep him pinned to the ground he could go after them.
"This is the kind of game that turns the tables on you. You won't be getting your hands on my babies." It was when she said the word "babies" that she noticed his eyes cloud in confusion.
"Your babies?" He turned and looked in the direction the kids had run. "I thought Gloria and Robert were Nancy's children."
"You can't confuse me by pretending to know Nancy." She was still trying to understand why he wasn't struggling to get free. Had she been his target, not the kids? No. What sexual predator would target a two-hundred-pound woman?
"I do know Nancy. I know you're her sister, Trisha. From New York."
"All that proves is that you've been staking out her house looking for an opportunity to get your hands on those two kids for Goddess knows what reason."
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she drew in deep, frightened breaths. His lack of struggle was confusing her. The delicious tingle between her thighs was another thing that bothered her. Why the fuck was she responding sexually to this creep? Unless it was because of the very sexual position they were in.
Trisha wiggled, trying to keep as much of her weight on him as she could. If he got a chance to get free, she was sure he would. Hopefully the kids were safe in the house by now.
"Trisha?" Nancy's hesitant voice interrupted Trisha's spinning thoughts.
"Are the kids safe?"
"Yeah. They were screaming and carrying on like banshees. Monkeys. Monkey banshees. All I could understand was something about you threatening them with spinach and liver, and that you tackled Geoff."
"Geoff?" She looked down at her prisoner.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He grinned, flashing his pearly whites at her.
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