Snow White And The Three Werebears: Part One (A BBW Paranormal Menage Romance) by Topaz Jones Page B
Authors: Topaz Jones
Tags: General Fiction
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cheeks flame red at the woman’s enthusiastic endorsement. “Oh Mrs Bridges, I’m, ah, very happy you’re satisfied.”
“Oh, I’m always satisfied, dear.” Mrs Bridges replied with a smirk, as she handed over money for another five jars of Snow’s lavender honey. “Just as long as you keep making this magic honey!”
Snow’s day at the market passed in an excited whirl of happy customers and stellar sales. Once again she’d sold completely out of her honey and mead, and she was feeling full of joy until the shadow of the village witch crossed her stand.
Snow stood up to her full five foot 2 inches and faced the woman the locals called Crazy Katie. “Good afternoon. I’m afraid I’ve no stock left to sell.”
“I’ve warned you before about that honey.” Sneered the witch. “It lures the werebeasts down out of mountains. You’re putting us all in danger.”
Snow shook her head and carried on folding up her display table and signs, hoping that if she ignored her, the crazy woman would leave her alone. Katie muttered a few more warnings and wandered off eventually.
Snow sighed. If only the witch was right, and she could lure them out. She’d been enchanted by the legends of beasts that roamed the woods surrounding Grizzlyville since she was a child. Tales of handsome, alpha males that shifted between man and beast, ruthlessly seducing village women in order to reproduce their evil kind.
Snow had confessed once to a girlfriend that the idea of a sexy alpha male-come-beast was a real turn on for her, and her friend had looked at her with such horror, that she’d been filled with shame and quickly shut up.
“Miss White?” a man’s deep voice dragged her out of her reverie. She looked up and immediately dropped the battered tin of money she’d been holding.
He was gorgeous. Absolutely heart-stopping, sex-on-a-stick gorgeous. She guessed he was in his late 20’s, judging by the slight crinkles at the corner of his sinfully dark eyes. Those eyes were watching her now, as she stood there blinking. He was tall, well over six foot, and Snow instinctively stepped back, not only intimidated by his size, but also it was easier to take him all in.
And what a lot there was to take in. He was dressed in full motorcycle leathers, the well-worn dusty black leather matching his dark eyes and shaggy, collar-length dark brown hair that he kept sweeping back with an impatient hand. His face was shadowed with dark stubble, giving his high cheekbones an almost dangerous edge, but his eyes were kind and she felt an immediate sense of trust in him. His jacket was unzipped and hung loosely off his large frame.
Her eyes drew downwards, following the creases on his taut grey tee-shirt that stretched across his pecs and disappeared down into the waist of his leather pants. Snow forced her eyes upwards at midpoint and was immediately captured by his dark gaze.
“...and Mrs Bridges mentioned you had accommodation for rent.” Snow forced herself back to reality and realized he’d been speaking the entire time she’d been salivating over him like a starving animal.
“I’m sorry?” Heat rose up her chest to her face as she croaked out the words. She swallowed hard, trying to moisten her dry throat. His accent and manner of speaking were slightly old-worldly, which only added to his attractiveness.
“A..Accommodation?” she stuttered.
He smiled, his teeth sparkling white against his darkly tanned skin. Snow’s heart stuttered at that smile, and she was pretty certain that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “My brothers and I are needing to stay here in Grizzlyville for a few nights. Two, maybe three.”
“Your brothers?” she repeated stupidly, flummoxed by the idea that there were even more of these gorgeous creatures, and they wanted to stay with her.
“Brothers by choice, not by blood,” He explained with a grin. “Dax and Ty are over there.” He
“Oh, I’m always satisfied, dear.” Mrs Bridges replied with a smirk, as she handed over money for another five jars of Snow’s lavender honey. “Just as long as you keep making this magic honey!”
Snow’s day at the market passed in an excited whirl of happy customers and stellar sales. Once again she’d sold completely out of her honey and mead, and she was feeling full of joy until the shadow of the village witch crossed her stand.
Snow stood up to her full five foot 2 inches and faced the woman the locals called Crazy Katie. “Good afternoon. I’m afraid I’ve no stock left to sell.”
“I’ve warned you before about that honey.” Sneered the witch. “It lures the werebeasts down out of mountains. You’re putting us all in danger.”
Snow shook her head and carried on folding up her display table and signs, hoping that if she ignored her, the crazy woman would leave her alone. Katie muttered a few more warnings and wandered off eventually.
Snow sighed. If only the witch was right, and she could lure them out. She’d been enchanted by the legends of beasts that roamed the woods surrounding Grizzlyville since she was a child. Tales of handsome, alpha males that shifted between man and beast, ruthlessly seducing village women in order to reproduce their evil kind.
Snow had confessed once to a girlfriend that the idea of a sexy alpha male-come-beast was a real turn on for her, and her friend had looked at her with such horror, that she’d been filled with shame and quickly shut up.
“Miss White?” a man’s deep voice dragged her out of her reverie. She looked up and immediately dropped the battered tin of money she’d been holding.
He was gorgeous. Absolutely heart-stopping, sex-on-a-stick gorgeous. She guessed he was in his late 20’s, judging by the slight crinkles at the corner of his sinfully dark eyes. Those eyes were watching her now, as she stood there blinking. He was tall, well over six foot, and Snow instinctively stepped back, not only intimidated by his size, but also it was easier to take him all in.
And what a lot there was to take in. He was dressed in full motorcycle leathers, the well-worn dusty black leather matching his dark eyes and shaggy, collar-length dark brown hair that he kept sweeping back with an impatient hand. His face was shadowed with dark stubble, giving his high cheekbones an almost dangerous edge, but his eyes were kind and she felt an immediate sense of trust in him. His jacket was unzipped and hung loosely off his large frame.
Her eyes drew downwards, following the creases on his taut grey tee-shirt that stretched across his pecs and disappeared down into the waist of his leather pants. Snow forced her eyes upwards at midpoint and was immediately captured by his dark gaze.
“...and Mrs Bridges mentioned you had accommodation for rent.” Snow forced herself back to reality and realized he’d been speaking the entire time she’d been salivating over him like a starving animal.
“I’m sorry?” Heat rose up her chest to her face as she croaked out the words. She swallowed hard, trying to moisten her dry throat. His accent and manner of speaking were slightly old-worldly, which only added to his attractiveness.
“A..Accommodation?” she stuttered.
He smiled, his teeth sparkling white against his darkly tanned skin. Snow’s heart stuttered at that smile, and she was pretty certain that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “My brothers and I are needing to stay here in Grizzlyville for a few nights. Two, maybe three.”
“Your brothers?” she repeated stupidly, flummoxed by the idea that there were even more of these gorgeous creatures, and they wanted to stay with her.
“Brothers by choice, not by blood,” He explained with a grin. “Dax and Ty are over there.” He
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