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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Friday, July 31, 2015

a big girl - The Awakening of Tara: Charmed in Paradise #1 by Sara McBride

18++ 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. 

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Published: July 15th, 2015

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.

GUEST POST

He laid her naked body gently on the bed, the surface of which was covered in one hundred dollar bills. She could feel his ravenous eyes devouring her. He reached over to the bedside table. It was the piece he’d insisted she secure for him when it had come up at Sotheby’s; the winning bid had been $497,000.00. From the drawer he retrieved a mitten. But this was no ordinary mitten. It was finely handcrafted from the fur of Russian chinchillas. He slipped it over his hand as he stared deeply into her eyes. She felt her womanhood begin to melt, going soft and syrupy. He placed the velvety fur of the mitten on her cheek and watched her shiver at the incredible sensation. Somehow flushed with heat and chilled at the same time, she involuntarily released a low purr from deep within her throat. He slowly ran his gloved hand down her body, gliding the fur over the sensitive skin of her neck and she shuddered with anticipation. The crisp, rough texture of the money against her backside and the luxurious softness of the fur glove against her neck made all of her skin come alive, every nerve firing at once leaving her unable to control herself. .... He leaned down, his eyes staring deeply into hers and brushed his lips teasingly across hers. And then he claimed her lips possessively with his and she tasted hints of French champagne and lust as the glove continued its journey southward, setting her entire body aflame with desire…

What is it about these naughty billionaires and their sexy money? If you go to the romance section of your favorite bookstore or online retailer these bad boys with big bucks are everywhere. Each one seems to have a dark secret and a nasty little proclivity that sets our hearts a flutter. But why is their money so important to the overall equation?

It's easy to point our crooked little fingers at E.L James and her breakout novel Fifty Shades of Grey but these seeds were sown long before that phenomenon took hold. Even that bastion of wholesome family entertainment, Walt Disney introduced our trembling pre-pubescent hearts to the story of Cinderella. That poor step sister/house maid who hits the magical equivalent of the Power Ball Lottery and meets her handsome (and of course, incredibly rich) prince. What little girl didn't dream of that fate befalling her?

Having unlimited resources suddenly thrust upon us in the company of a roguishly handsome, yet flawed (let's face it—every girl needs a project or life's just a yawn fest) alpha male with the mega hots for us is the stuff of dreams.

So, while I love and appreciate my everyday life filled with soccer practice, doctors appointments, housework and bill-juggling, I also love escaping into a world where people jet off to Paris at a moment’s notice and pull chinchilla gloves from the drawers of nightstands they picked up for half a million bucks. 

There are those who would deride me for my little billionaire fantasy but I remain shamelessly unapologetic and freely admit that yes, part of the attraction is the money. Now my only question is: Where can a girl get her hands on a chinchilla mitten—on EBay?

EXCERPT




“A couple of people said they had seen the box you were looking for.”

Radella tried to keep the emotion from showing on her face. She and her people had been down here for a month asking questions and no one said a word about the box. This was the first solid lead they had. She felt her heart skip a beat.

“So what’s this box look like?” she asked coolly.

Kai didn’t take his eyes off her. She could tell he was trying to decide how valuable this information was to her. “Just like you described it. Old dark wood with shiny white squares across the top… real fancy. People say some woman that works down on the beach selling junk and telling fortunes has it.”

Now it was Radella’s turn to smirk. “You got anything else?”

Kai didn’t say anything for a couple of beats. Radella knew he was up to something and he was trying to decide what his next move should be.

“Look, I know this box is worth a lot to you. Tell you what, for another $500 me and Navas will steal this box from her and bring it to you. What do you say?”

Radella smiled, crossed her arms and gazed directly at Kai. “No, I’ll get the box myself.”

This clearly wasn’t what Kai expected her to say. “What do you mean you’ll get the box yourself? You don’t even know who this bitch is. I KNOW who this bitch is!”

In her peripheral vision, Radella saw Navas begin to inch in towards her and saw one of his hands go, without any attempt to conceal the movement, into his back pocket. She took a half step back, but kept her eyes on both men.

“This island isn’t that big, so finding someone who sells souvenirs and tells fortunes on the beach isn’t going to be that hard.”

Navas turned to his brother. “Fool, you told her too much!”

“Shut up Navas!” Kai shouted.

As the two brothers stared each other down Radella took another step back as she continued to talk.

“Besides, I’ve known from the beginning that I couldn’t trust you two. If you stole the box and the things we want are actually inside, you’d either steal them and try to sell them yourself, or you would try to make me pay you some ridiculous price to give me the things I already paid you to get. As I said, I’ll get the box myself.”

A look passed between the brothers. Navas produced a large folding knife from his back pocket and flipped the blade open. Kai picked up what looked like a bowie knife from under a pile of food wrappers on the table.

“Fine, have it your way,” whispered Kai. “But it’s going to cost you $500 to get out of the house alive.”

Radella gave them both an icy, appraising stare. “I didn’t bring any money.”

Navas spoke up. “That’s not a problem. We’ll just take the necklace.” With a wide grin he gestured toward the star pendant hanging around her boney neck.

Radella smiled back and reached down taking the star pendant in both hands pointing the large stone in the direction of the two men.

“You mean this old thing?” The emerald began to glow and Radella began to chant, “Lamina lamina lamna, inermis, prehendo, fervens, letum!”

A flash of green light filled the room and then it was gone. Kai and Navas were taken aback, but Kai recovered quickly enough.

“Nice trick lady. But that ain’t gonna help you. Now hand over the necklace.”

Radella’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Gentlemen, I have good news and I have bad news.” She smiled. “Let’s start with the bad news. I’m a witch and I’ve put a spell on your knives.” She stopped and thought for a second. “That’s not entirely true. I’ve actually put four spells on your knives.”

She held up her index finger. “The first spell won’t allow your knives to harm me.”

She held up a second finger. “The second spell won’t allow either of you to let go of your knives.”

She held up her third finger. “The third spell will make your knives begin to grow hotter and hotter until finally the metal and whatever else they happen to be made of burns away or melts.”

She paused for dramatic effect, and then finished.

“You can just imagine what that will do to your hands.”

She smiled brightly at both men.

“Now here is the good news. The fourth spell is your way out. All you have to do is kill your brother with your knife,” She looked at Kai then over at Navas, “and the spell is broken. Your knife cools off and you can set it down.”

Radella started toward the door but Navas lunged at her, leading with the wicked looking blade pointed at her throat. But he never came close. The knife swung away like her body was the bad side of a magnet, slashing harmlessly through the air.

Kia leapt forward, stabbing at Radella’s torso but again the knife was repulsed, the tip wrenching straight up before it reached her, leaving the man standing holding the knife over his head.

The brothers looked at each other with panic-stricken eyes. Navas tried to open his hand and let the knife fall to the floor but his fingers stayed clamped like a vice on the handle of the folding knife.

Kai tried to throw his bowie knife but had no more success than his brother.

Radella turned lightly and as she reached the door she heard Kai cry out in pain. The knives were beginning to heat up. She smiled contentedly and turned to study the two brothers as they began to stalk each other around the room.

“Oh, and did I mention that you have about five minutes? Her smirk widened to a full skeletal grin.

“Have a nice evening, gentlemen.”



About the author:
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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