Tara’s a big girl whose life is in shambles. Her fiancé left her for some skinny little bitch, work is overwhelming and her self esteem has been shredded. So when her best friend suggests a vacation on the tropical paradise island of Barbados, she jumps at the chance. A freak accident on a Caribbean beach leaves Tara with a magical gift that makes her virtually irresistible to men, rebuilds her broken self esteem and introduces her to a mystical world of witches and wizards as well as one of the sexiest mega millionaire pro athletes on the planet. When an evil billionaire wizard decides to take what he wants, the real question is, can Tara and her friends escape this adventure with their lives. This paranormal romance adventure series is filled with steamy romance, sizzling sex, paranormal adventure, evil billionaires and hot, curvy BBWs.
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They had a bit of a late start because something had come up at Tara’s office, then traffic getting out of the city had been Friday-heavy; and that was before three car pileup at the junction of the I-43 and 141.
Now they were driving in the dark through this sparsely populated part of the state. The headlights of her Audi A6 cut sharply through the deep Wisconsin darkness. At least one thing had gone right: they had gotten lucky with the weather. While it was cold, it hadn’t snowed that day and according to the weatherman it wasn’t supposed to until the next morning. Tara wanted to get up to Iron Mountain before it got late and she really wanted to let those horses run, but driving too fast at this time of night on this road would be dangerous. You never knew when a deer might bolt from the trees and across the highway. An encounter like that could wreck your car and your weekend and this one had already started out badly, so she backed off the gas pedal just a little.
Ever since they had left Green Bay, Richard had been strangely quiet. Tara had tried to engage him in small talk, asking him how work was going and whom did he think his favorite football team was going to draft this spring. She even pulled out her ace-in-the-hole and brought up the big news of the day about the team signing a mega million-dollar multi-year contract with his favorite player, Troy Schell.
Not that Tara really cared much about football, but Richard did, so she tried to keep up with what was happening with his team and his favorite players. But he had been quiet, spending most of his time looking at his phone or staring out the car window, his mind off somewhere in his own world.
A voice deep inside her said something’s wrong. Can’t you feel it?
No, what she and Richard needed, thought Tara, was a weekend of snowboarding, snow shoeing and hot sex at the closest thing to a mountain resort the upper Midwest had to offer, which is why she had booked a romantic cabin at Iron Mountain.
Things had been difficult between them lately and she knew she was mostly to blame. She had been spending a lot of time at work—a ridiculous amount, truth be told, and although they lived together they barely saw each other anymore. It had been weeks since they’d made love and Tara was feeling pent up; this weekend she was determined to rock her fiancé’s world and remind him of why he had liked it enough to put a ring on it.
In fact, she had a plan. While their sex life had been pretty boring lately, Tara was planning some surprises for her man this weekend that would make up for how stale things had become. In her suitcase were a cute little French maid costume and a naughty nurse uniform she had found at the lingerie boutique on 27th street. She was also betting that Richard would get a kick out of the strawberry-flavored lube she had found. Yes, this was going to be a weekend to remember. Tara had no idea how right she was.
By the time they reached Iron Mountain and found the cabin it was almost nine o’clock. Tara pulled the Audi off the paved road and navigated up the dark, rutted tree lined drive and into the small space beside the cozy-looking log cabin she had rented online.
She had chosen this particular place because it had looked rustic on the outside but well-appointed on the inside, including a full kitchen, living room with satellite TV and a king size bed with an elaborate iron headboard—the perfect attachment spot for the leopard-print fur-lined handcuffs. Yep, it was going to feel really good to be so bad.
Tara shifted the car into park and got out, stretching luxuriously. The cold air hit her like a bracing slap on her cheeks and the smell of pine trees was almost overpowering. The transition from the warmth of the car and lingering smells of the city to the cold country air threw her into sensory overload. She shook her head and stepped onto the front porch, where the owners had said the key would be concealed under the garden gnome beside the stairs. She retrieved the key and headed over to unlock the front door while Richard pulled their bags from the trunk. Her plan had been to attack the man as soon as they were inside. Literally ravage him right after they got inside and closed the door, hell, maybe even before they shut the door!
But that plan had gone right out the window as Richard had brushed right past her with the bags before she could even get her hands on him. He flipped on the living room lights and headed directly to the bedroom with their luggage. When he reached the bedroom he dropped the bags on the floor and flicked on the bedside lamp, leaving Tara standing in the doorway.
The voice in her head spoke up again. Why the walls? And he’s just so cold…You’re NOT listening!
Undeterred, she followed him into the bedroom and he was already opening dresser drawers preparing to unpack their bags when she turned him towards her and wrapped her arms around him. She reached around behind him and grasped his firm ass and pressed her hips into him.
Tara tilted her head, bit her lip and whispered, “Hey big guy, do you think you could help a girl out? I’m feeling a little… anxious…if you know what I mean.” Then she traced her lips teasingly across his.
At first he tentatively returned the kiss but as her tongue became more insistent, she felt his cock begin to stiffen in his jeans, pressing firmly against her leg and his kisses became more intense. She ran her hands along his chest and shoulders and peeled off his thick down ski jacket leaving him in just a blue and green flannel shirt and a pair of weathered jeans that fit his narrow hips perfectly.
His hands slid down to her plump buttocks drawing her against him as he pulled his mouth away from hers and began to kiss gently along her jawline making his way to an earlobe which he knew from years of experience was ever-so-sensitive. She shivered as she felt her nipples stiffen and press against the silky fabric of her bra. Then to her complete surprise he sunk his teeth into her earlobe which sent an electric current directly to sex. Knees buckling, she would have fallen had he not held on firmly to her backside, pulling her even closer to him and grinding his now fully erect cock hard into her leg.
When a life-changing injury forced her to give up a successful career as a personal trainer, Sara McBride did what any girl with the gift for gab and a typing speed that is freakishly fast would do—become a paranormal BBW erotic romance writer. Long frustrated with the fitness industry’s lack of acceptance that many people naturally have a body mass index above the “normal” range, she has always championed acceptance and wellness for all—not just those crazy people who love to exercise. Viva la BBW! A lifelong reader of fantasy and paranormal fiction, Sara lives with her very patient husband and two small children who now begin every sentence with “As soon as you’re finished writing that chapter, could we….” Her license plate holder reads “My other car is a broom.” This is her first work of fiction.
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