Saturday, October 08, 2011

Cafe Midnight: Grande by Cynthia Sax

Café Midnight: Grande

by Cynthia Sax
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-658-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Magic, BBW
Series: Café Midnight
Length: Novella
Page Count: 39

After years of searching, Thorne finally obtains the magic he needs to cross over to another dimension, and kill the goblin who murdered his sister. On the night before that dangerous mission, he heads to Café Midnight, and meets a woman too sexually skilled to keep to himself, and too appealing to leave behind.
When Jazmine orders her Grande coffee, Thorne more than delivers. He is a giant, generous, and willing to share her with his buddies. Upon hearing of his inter-dimensional plot for revenge, the plus-sized beauty is determined not to be left behind. She'll use all the weapons in her sexual arsenal to keep her big man safe.
Café Midnight: Grande
Cynthia Sax
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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"Can I only get one?" Jazmine scanned the menu board, all of the options appealing to her. Cafe Midnight served up hot men with their coffee, and tonight, she thirsted for a double shot of both.
"Afraid so, miss." The fair-haired pretty boy barista gave her a sympathetic smile.
He was patient and understanding, the type of man who'd thoroughly see to a woman's needs. She wanted a lover with the same characteristics. "Something hot with lots of cream." Jazmine eyed the barista's thin arms. Except her man-whore should be bigger, so she wouldn't have to worry about breaking him. "Grande."
"One Latteccino Grande coming right up." Her order was entered. "If you take a seat, it will be delivered to you." She turned. "Oh and miss?" Jazmine looked over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon." The barista winked.
What did that mean? Her face heated as she strolled to the seating area, choosing a chair in the center where she could see everyone and be seen. Would he fulfill both her orders?
Excitement fluttered in her chest, and Jazmine pondered possible positions, finally deciding they'd first do it with him on top, because if she rode his lean body the way she wanted to, he wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
She smoothed down her low-cut blouse. Given to her as a gift, the black top was a size too small, the soft fabric clinging to her generous curves. Her big breasts were her best feature.
She bet he'd appreciate her breasts. Jazmine gazed lustily at the barista working behind the counter. He'd bury his face in them, and --
"Ma'am? Am I interrupting a private moment?" A massive Viking with blond hair and a face marked with deep scars loomed over her table, a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Should I come back when you're... ummm... done?"
"Oh." She straightened, and, at exactly that moment, the top button of her blouse decided to abandon the good ship Jazmine, shooting into the air, hitting him on the stomach.
He caught the button as it bounced off him, his reflexes lightning fast. "Is this for me?"
His deep voice made her pussy moisten. God. He was huge. Her gaze lowered to the ridge pressing against his cargo pants, and she licked her lips. He was huge all over.
He chuckled, dropping the button into his shirt pocket. "I guess that answers that. Come, Miss..." He set down the coffee cup, and held out his hand.
"Jazmine." She took it, allowing herself to be drawn up, and pulled against his hard body. That ridge in his pants was solid, and he was hot, and she was so fucking horny. Her legs collapsed.
"Whoops." He caught her. "That's enough walking for you, Miss Jazmine." He swung her into his arms. He swung her, plus-sized her, and he didn't even grunt with the effort. She linked her fingers behind his thick neck, and stared at him in wonder.
"You have to save your energy for all the fucking we'll be doing." The corners of his mouth curled upward into a perma-smile, and there were deep laughter lines around his blue eyes. "Please excuse the cussing, Miss Jazmine, but there's no delicate way to phrase the carnal pleasures we'll be engaged in."
Carnal pleasures. Fuck, yes. "You phrased it just fine."

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