Snow White And The Three Werebears: Part One (A BBW Paranormal Menage Romance) by Topaz Jones Page A

grief hit her weary heart as she adjusted her heavy backpack stuffed with beekeeping gear. It’d had been a year since he’d passed and she missed him dreadfully. Having to deal with her bitter and jealous stepmother had added to the stress. But she was now living happily alone, her stepmother had been banished from Grizzlyville after she’d been caught trying to sell poisoned apple-pies at the Litha Festival market. Under threat of being reported to the police, Lilith had reluctantly agreed to move to Queenstown City hundreds of miles away and leave Snowanna alone.
    “Thank goodness for that.” She breathed, smiling as she looked over large field of lavender she’d grown especially for her bees. Without her evil stepmother’s negative energy around, her garden and business had flourished. That just leaves your love life to fix, the devil on her shoulder taunted.
    She squared her shoulders and carried on towards her beehives. This year would be the year she’d finally get a boyfriend. Anyone who’d come too close to her had been chased away by her over protective father. She’d loved him dearly, but her father’s ideas of the Right Man for his little Snow and her own, were worlds apart. She favored the tattooed bikers that sometimes visited their village in summer. Their sexy long hair, sweaty hard-muscled bodies and dominant attitude never failed to make her panties wet. Unfortunately the local men of the village seemed to prefer their women slim and athletic, not short with curves enough for two women. Even with her long white-gold hair that fell to her butt wasn’t enough, as one man had cruelly thrown at her, to cover up the extra pounds that padded her tummy and thighs.
    But she was not going to let those painful memories affect her today, she told herself. It was his loss, and she was happy with how she looked, even if she’d never fit some of the cute dresses the Grizzlyville boutique sold.
    After a few more minutes’ walk, the familiar happy buzz of her bees sent a wave of joy through Snow. She loved working outside in nature, and often envied the wild animals that lived in the surrounding forest, for their freedom. Modern trappings weren’t so bad either though, she mused, as she donned her protective gear. The new hot tub she’d just had installed would be finally ready for her first dip tonight and she couldn’t wait to ease the knots in her tired body.
    It was hard work running her small farm alone, and not for the first time, Snow wished she had a strong male around to help. Maybe that would be a spell she could get the local witch to cast? Snow giggled at the thought as she lit her smoker and sent a few shots of smoke into the hive entrance to drive back the guard bees. Gorged on honey, the bees were docile and controlled and Snow spoke to them as she always did, working quickly and gently. “Okay guys, let’s see what you’ve made for me. We’ve got a lot of customers waiting.”
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    “Oh Snow, I’m so glad you’re selling here at the market today. My Derek just can’t get enough of your honey!”
    Snow greeted her neighbour, Mrs Bridges, with a smile. “I’m so happy he likes it Mrs Bridges.”
    “Likes it? He practically lives on it! And it’s done wonders for his… stamina.”
    Snow’s eyebrows raised. “Oh really? It’s helping with his fitness?” She asked innocently. She’d seen the elderly man chopping firewood on the way back from her hives this morning. His energy was certainly that of a man much younger than his sixty years.
    Mrs Bridges tittered and leaned forward, her generous chest brushing against Snow’s display of honey jars and mead bottles on the white trestle table. “Well dear, it’s like this. Let’s just say Derek has a lot more energy for all kinds of very physical activities. For hours on end. Every night- sometimes twice! ” Mrs Bridge’s eyes were bright as she grabbed Snow’s shoulders. “Your honey has changed my life!”
    Snow felt her