Title: Big Girls Bite Back
Series: Big Girls #1
Author: Lissa Lynn Thomas
Genre: PNR, BBW Reverse Harem
Release Date: May 18, 2021
Cover Design: Snow Owl Cover Designs
A vampire, a werewolf, and a demon all walk into a bar...
Sounds like the start of a bad joke. Want another? Alright, how’s this?
They bring with them a greater demon and the most powerful vampire in all of NYC. One wants my help, the other wants me dead.
Hysterical. Too bad it’s not a joke—just a typical Saturday night for me.
I guess the upside is having sex with me hasn’t sent any of these smexy troublemakers to the hospital... yet... If only my dad would stop trying to scare them off with his unwelcome deliveries of baby clothes.
Frackin’ fudge fluffers...
When Elora leads me out of the bar and takes exactly four steps to the right and unlocks another door, I squint at her. "Something else need doing before we can go?"
She laughs and shakes her head, "No, I live upstairs."
"Oh, well, that's convenient." I don't know why I'm having such an issue with speaking around her. I am smooth, ordinarily. I'm a vampire, we're sexy by default.
I wasn't even this awkward when I was human. Oh well, it's bound to stop soon. I hope.
I watch her ass, becoming mesmerized by the swing in her hips as we climb the stairs. I collide with her when she stops to toe her ballet flats off outside her door, grabbing onto her hips to keep from falling on my ass.
Well, this is just insane.
She turns and grins at me, "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
Forcing myself to regain my composure, I step up and crowd her back against her apartment door, pressing my body against all her warm curves. "I promise I'm not. You've just somehow managed to ensorcell me."
Her pulse picks up, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders, and she tips her chin up to look in my eyes. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
Her voice is satin against bare skin, like a fine, smoky whiskey that slides smooth and easy down your throat. It goes straight to my head.
I don't bother trying to talk, I do what I've been dying to since I caught my first glimpse of her. I tug her ponytail to tilt her head how I want it and capture her lips with mine.
Kissing isn't something you can become awkward at thankfully. Her lips part under mine, her tongue darting out to lure mine into her mouth to explore. I don't hesitate, my tongue delves between her perfect lips and investigates every crevice within. Her hands settle on the back of my neck, her lush body arching into me, coaxing me closer.
She laughs and shakes her head, "No, I live upstairs."
"Oh, well, that's convenient." I don't know why I'm having such an issue with speaking around her. I am smooth, ordinarily. I'm a vampire, we're sexy by default.
I wasn't even this awkward when I was human. Oh well, it's bound to stop soon. I hope.
I watch her ass, becoming mesmerized by the swing in her hips as we climb the stairs. I collide with her when she stops to toe her ballet flats off outside her door, grabbing onto her hips to keep from falling on my ass.
Well, this is just insane.
She turns and grins at me, "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
Forcing myself to regain my composure, I step up and crowd her back against her apartment door, pressing my body against all her warm curves. "I promise I'm not. You've just somehow managed to ensorcell me."
Her pulse picks up, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders, and she tips her chin up to look in my eyes. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
Her voice is satin against bare skin, like a fine, smoky whiskey that slides smooth and easy down your throat. It goes straight to my head.
I don't bother trying to talk, I do what I've been dying to since I caught my first glimpse of her. I tug her ponytail to tilt her head how I want it and capture her lips with mine.
Kissing isn't something you can become awkward at thankfully. Her lips part under mine, her tongue darting out to lure mine into her mouth to explore. I don't hesitate, my tongue delves between her perfect lips and investigates every crevice within. Her hands settle on the back of my neck, her lush body arching into me, coaxing me closer.
Lissa Lynn Thomas writes flawed individuals living in stories that mix humor with the darker side of life and love. With Helena Novak, she's one half of A.L. Shea.
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