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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)

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Posey:
I entered the beauty contest because I wanted a shot at the $100,000 grand prize. Imagine my surprise when ALL the contestants win! That’s six figures in cash for ten girls! Not to mention an all-expenses paid vacation for the entire group.
But when I get to the island to claim my prize…
The men of Mirago show me what they’re hiding …
Because this tribe of men have knots in their c*cks, and we girls are expected to sit down, relax … and enjoy the ride!

Okay, we have officially ventured into cray-cray land because where is this island again? And it’s filled with men who have knots on their what-whats? Yes, welcome back to the Island of Mirago, and like I mentioned, it’s officially Looney Tunes in this part of the world. But we love the debauchery, so click “read” now to follow Posey on her incredible journey as she’s introduced to an entire tribe of men with very special anatomy. This story is a follow-up to The Man with the Knot, but all of my tales are standalones and can be read in any order You’ll love the story, I promise! Xoxo, Cassie

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Posey

Wow, is she really getting another nose job? I think to myself as I peruse a patient’s file in preparation for her appointment tomorrow.

I lean over in my chair so that I can nudge my colleague, Kelly, with my elbow.

“What’s up?” she asks, not looking up immediately since she’s working through her own thick stack of paperwork.

I slide the thick file across our shared table toward her. “Mrs. Robinson is about to get her fourth rhinoplasty,” I tell her, gesturing to the photo. “This time she wants it to be—and these are her words, not mine— like a pixie fairy, round and cute.”

Kelly glances at the sample picture the woman sent in with her pre-surgery screening paperwork.

“She cannot be serious,” my friend mutters, shaking her head slowly, a look of pity crossing her face. “She’ll have no nose left! You really think Dr. Smiley is going to let her go through with it?”

I shrug.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” I whisper under my breath. “You and I both know that Dr. Smiley only cares about the money, and that means more procedures. No matter what the patient wants to look like.”

Kelly sighs as she re-clips the photo to the information sheet. “Yeah, but that lady is going to look like a creepy doll— especially since she just had a face lift a few months ago. Did you see her when she came in for her check-up last time? She still can’t move her eyebrows.”

I shrug. “Some people have more money than they know what to do with,” I remind my friend, closing the file and placing it onto the stack for our boss to read over before tomorrow’s appointments. “Which means they have nothing better to spend it on and therefore decide to get multiple nose jobs.”

Kelly scrunches her own nose. “Yeah, but it hurts. I mean hurt hurts. Right?”

I nod solemnly, even though I have no direct personal experience with any sort of procedure, much less of the cosmetic variety.

“It does,” I agree. “But what can I say? We live in a visual world and you know women are judged by their appearances. No pain, no gain.”

Kelly merely groans. “Don’t remind me. The universe is so unfair! I wish guys had to get tummy tucks and butt lifts, not to mention Botox and taking Ozempic. Don’t even get me started on Ozempic, girl. That stuff is the devil. Still money is money, and I guess Mrs. Robinson is paying for our salaries with her surgery addiction.”

I smile, but the feeling doesn’t reach my eyes because Kelly’s right. I hate this job but again: money is money, and I need the cash. After all, I’m nineteen and pretty much alone in the world. I don’t have anyone to fall back on, and when I scored this job working as a physician’s assistant for Dr. Smiley, I didn’t have any other options on the table. Even worse, I need this position because I borrowed heavily to attend a medical assistant certificate program. Now, I’m stuck. Without the job, I can’t pay off my student loans, and without the loans, I couldn’t have gotten this job.

But the truth is that I don’t mind the nuts and bolts of my work at all. In fact, I really like medicine and science, and pursuing my accreditation seemed like a good call at the time. Education is an investment in you, Posey, I kept reminding myself. It will pay off in the long run.

I still believe that adage, but the problem is Dr. Ray Smiley himself, creepiest of creepers and my boss to boot. Fortunately, I have company to commiserate with because Kelly and I started working for the plastic surgeon around the same time, about six months ago. I’d been kind of surprised when Dr. Smiley offered me this job. Even though I have some medical training, I wouldn’t have exactly considered myself the most qualified person on the market. But when he described the work as medical-related but in more of a secretarial role, I figured the offer was legit. Even more, I was super excited to finally have a decent-paying job and immediately said yes.

It only took until the end of my first day to realize that Dr. Smiley has ulterior motives. He doesn’t care at all about work ethic, attention to detail, or even aptitude. He just wants young girls that are innocent, attractive, and amenable to his overtures.

I shake my head, thinking about the first time Dr. Smiley hit on me. It was so gross, and I shudder with the memory.

I’d been working for the man less than a week, and everyone had already gone home for the day. Smiley cornered me in the filing room, claiming that he needed to show me the correct way to store documents. But instead, he tried to press me into the cabinet, his hot breath reeking of onions as his awkward bulk trapped me into a corner.

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Total pages in book: 36
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I discovered a secret island populated by gorgeous, hung men who have KNOTS in their appendages... and I want to try them all!

Morgan:

I decided to treat myself to a solo vacation. Why not? Valentine's Day is around the corner and I don't want to be depressed. This will be the perfect pick-me-up.

But when I wander away from the resort, I come upon a devastatingly handsome man in the water.

He's huge... gorgeous ... and so BIG that my insides go melty and hot.

Not only that, but there's a bulge at the base of his tool. What in the world is that? It's a HUGE knot, five inches wide, and throbbing with power. I want to taste ... touch ... and most of all, FEEL!

But how can this be happening?

After all, knots are the stuff of science fiction, right?

But Brax is all too real ... and even crazier, this ENTIRE ISLAND is occupied by gorgeous guys with knotted tools!

Have I died and gone to Heaven?

I discovered a secret island populated by gorgeous, hung men who have KNOTS in their appendages... and I want to try them all!

Morgan:

I decided to treat myself to a solo vacation. Why not? Valentine's Day is around the corner and I don't want to be depressed. This will be the perfect pick-me-up.

But when I wander away from the resort, I come upon a devastatingly handsome man in the water.

He's huge... gorgeous ... and so BIG that my insides go melty and hot.

Not only that, but there's a bulge at the base of his tool. What in the world is that? It's a HUGE knot, five inches wide, and throbbing with power. I want to taste ... touch ... and most of all, FEEL!

But how can this be happening?

After all, knots are the stuff of science fiction, right?

But Brax is all too real ... and even crazier, this ENTIRE ISLAND is occupied by gorgeous guys with knotted tools!

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Morgan

I stretch my legs across the width of my bed, lamenting the fact that I still need to shave them before I go to sleep but too lazy to really want to commit to such a tedious task.

When the heck was the last time I shaved, anyways? I frown, rubbing at the stubble with the back of my foot. No one will want to hook up with a girl who looks like a werewolf. Or maybe there will be a werewolf man? Who knows?

Get a hold of yourself, my brain commands. Come on, back to reality, Morgs.

It’s all I can do to control my mind because it’s been doing cerebral gymnastics for the last two days, trying to wrap up projects at work while also getting ready for my short, but much needed vacation.

Shave legs, remember toothbrush, should I bring condoms, or is that too presumptuous? Oh crap, I better snag a sweater for the plane.

“And then I had to ask what exactly that move was, because while I might be learning a lot, there’s a whole other world of naughty out there. It’s easier to execute than one might think…”

I blink, having almost forgotten that I was on the phone with my best friend, Tanya.

“Sure,” I insert quickly. “I mean, you’ve got some good teachers,” I offer.

“Exactly,” Tanya says with a satisfied smile. “And then did I tell you…”

Her voice fades in my mind as my attention wanders back to my trip. Did I remember to set my out of office message? Shoot, I still haven’t picked up my dry-cleaning. Not that I need it for the trip, but I will when I get back.

Out loud, I accidentally sigh.

“A sigh, really? Is my sex life that boring?” Tanya demands through the phone screen.

I giggle and shake my head vehemently, even though she can’t see me since I’m standing across the room. I feel bad that I haven’t been able to focus on her usually fascinating tales but I’m getting antsy about my to-do list. I haven’t taken a vacation by myself pretty much ever, and it’s proving more daunting than I realized it would be.

“Oh no, your sex-capades are anything but boring,” I assure her quickly. “I was distracted by how dull my life is in comparison,” I say to my hot-headed best friend.

In fact, as much as I’m embarrassed to admit it, Tanya’s no-holes-barred (pun intended) account of life with six sexy men is making me a little wet and more than a little jealous. Sometimes I deliberately tune her out, just so I don’t end up offering to join in the melee. Then again, I don’t really want to be naked with another woman, even if it’s my buddy. Tanya’s cute, but I don’t swing that way.

Maybe you should swing that way, the voice in my head chides. It’s been forever since you got some.

I merely shake my head.

Man, this trip could not be coming at a better time, I think, catching another sigh before it can escape my lips.

“Your life is not dull, Morgan,” Tanya tries to reassure me. “Look at you. You’re going to some random ass island all by yourself, ready to have fun.” She giggles. “But I didn’t mean to dominate our conversation—I guess I got all caught up in my own stories. Sorry. Tell me more.”

I laugh. “I’m not going through anything, Tanya,” I say as I stretch out further across the bed. “And that’s kind of the problem.”

I can almost see Tanya’s frown through the phone, her bright blue eyes scrunched with concern. “Well come on then. Spill it.”

I flop over onto my belly and lean on my elbows.

“You’re going to think I’m nuts,” I caution.

“Um hello? I have six boyfriends. I’m surrounded by nuts.” She giggles, a bell-like sound that I’ve seen many a man swoon over.

“Oh my god, Tanya,” I laugh loudly, a small snort escaping my nose. “Your jokes are that bad and they still keep you around?”

Tanya giggles again. “Hey, these boys need me, as Henry, Carl, and Chris proved last night. I’m still sore. Especially after James decided to find me in the shower this morning.”

I blush crimson even though I’m alone in my tiny New York apartment. I swear that the cat-clock on the wall gives me a knowing look.

“But enough about me, for real this time,” my friend says in a stern voice. “What’s going on, Morgan? You don’t seem all that excited for your vacation. Did someone hassle you about taking time off?”

She sounds like an upset big sister and I smile at her protectiveness.

I laugh easily. “Look, I appreciate the ‘let me kick someone’s ass for you’ attitude, but no, no one is bugging me about taking time off. Honestly, I’m half-convinced that HRA has no idea that I even work there. The lady looked super confused when I put in my request for time off.”

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Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
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Six men in my neighborhood want to sample my sassy curves.

Tanya:

I’m a lucky girl. I bought an apartment in NYC that happens to have three hot guys living on the floors below me.

There’s Carl, a handsome start-up CEO with a six pack that ripples when he works out.

There’s James, a gorgeous attorney with a gavel made for hard pounding.

And last, Chris, a sculpted chef with a giant, bulging spatula beneath his apron.

But my neighbors aren’t the only ones who want a piece of the action because there are also handsome identical triplets in my hood who believe that I’m a goddess incarnate.

Yes, Henry, Hoover, and Herbert are gorgeous brothers with huge, muscular bodies; piercing blue eyes; and giant war hammers that jut out, strong and proud.

But now, six different men desire my curves …

… And I only have three secret spots.

How do I learn to share when so many neighborhood men want IN?

Whoa whoa whoa! What neighborhood does Tanya live in again? And how do I move there? Heh heh heh! This story is a follow-up to Hot and Unprotected, where we link up with Tanya Smead, Laurie’s sassy friend from work. Tanya’s been twice divorced, and for good reason too! Her exes claimed that she was too “sl*tty” and “out there” for their tastes. Are these guys for real because that’s EXACTLY the kind of heroine we adore! Put on your seatbelts for a wild ride because Tanya’s coming out of this story not just a heroine … but as an actual CURVY GODDESS. Happily ever after guaranteed.

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Tanya

Smoothing lotion into my décolletage, I inhale heady notes of fragrance. The scent is a mixture of gardenia and sandalwood, reminiscent of faraway lands and seductive ladies. My skin feels soft and silky, and staring at my reflection, I fluff my hair out with satisfaction. The blonde strands wave beautifully over my shoulders, and I smile while giving a little shimmy of my hips.

After all, I’m clad in nothing but the thinnest gossamer robe. It’s made of a filmy silver fabric that I imagine Salome must have worn when she performed the Dance of the Seven Veils. Instead of concealing my curves, the fabric hints at the lushness beneath: my big breasts that sway gently, and my narrow waist and wide hips. The dark vee between my legs is also visible, and I giggle again. There will be time for that later.

Carefully, I place a diamanté crown on my head, making sure the crystals sparkle just so. Then I put on matching sparkly sandals, and fluff out my hair once again. The girl in the mirror looks innocent yet seductive, with wide blue eyes and ivory curves. She smiles a secret smile, and then blows a kiss at me. Game time.

I turn and make my way out of my bedroom, and to the front door of my apartment. Slowly, I open the front door and peer outside. It’s late, so there’s no sound, and besides, I have a floor-through apartment. That means that I have no neighbors except for the three men who live below me, and it’s Saturday night. Carl, Chris and James are gorgeous guys in their 30’s. I’m sure they’re out partying with pretty girls and lots of alcohol.

I frown for a moment. The fact is that my three neighbors are super-handsome. I don’t know how it worked out this way because according to Sex and the City, the men in NYC are users, losers, and douches. They’re emotionally unavailable as they work 80 hours a week trying to become the next Master of the Universe.

But somehow, I got lucky. I moved into this building a couple years back, and it’s a small, but friendly coop. Sure, it’s a walk-up, but there are worse things in New York City. Even crazier, over the years, the existing tenants moved out, and three handsome men moved into the three apartments on the lower floors.

There’s Carl, the founder of a bikeshare start-up on the ground floor. I don’t envy him because his windows are at street level, so people walking by can literally look into his apartment. I don’t think he minds though. I’ve realized that a lot of guys don’t care if people see them naked. In fact, Carl’s got an insanely ripped bod as an avid biker himself, so he probably wants people to see his broad shoulders and bulging six pack.

Then on the second floor is James Stand, who works as an attorney at a law firm in Midtown. I’m not sure what exactly he does, to be honest, but I don’t care either, because seeing that guy in a suit always makes my knees go weak. He’s the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome, and when he’s got a blazer on, well… *chef’s kiss*. Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind losing my shirt to him.

Meanwhile, directly below me is Chris Foley, a handsome chef with tousled brown hair and a mischievous smile. He too manages to work out like a fiend despite the long hours required of restaurant work, and I’ll sometimes see him lifting weights early mornings in our communal garden. It’s insane. I know that chefs have to wrestle with cast iron pots and pans that weigh a ton, but this guy looks like he could lift a horse with those bulging biceps and powerful chest. My mouth literally went dry when I saw him hoist a barrel over one shoulder last week. He was so brawny and handsome that my thighs clenched together as my insides went moist with need.

But of course, Chris, James, and Carl have ladies pouring out of their ears. I’ve seen all three of my neighbors squire about pretty young things on the reg, but none of the girls ever seems to stick. I’ll even hear moans and grunts when I pass by their apartments in the stairwell, but again, I haven’t seen the same woman show her face twice. That’s how handsome and popular these men are. They have so much mojo that they’re able to get fresh pussy every week. Every night, even. And what guy wouldn’t want that? I’d do it too, if I were them.

Nonetheless, I have my secrets as well, and my secret ritual is one of them. With another mischievous smile, I slip out my front door and scamper to the stairwell that leads to the roof. With light steps, I ascend the stairs and then burst out onto the roof and into the night sky.

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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
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Tucker:

She answered the door wearing nothing but a towel. And then the curvy girl dropped it. By accident, of course.

But not before I saw everything … and soon, Laurie was moaning as she got a special delivery, filthy and hot.

Laurie:

I just got divorced, okay? Show a girl some love. So when a handsome deliveryman appears at my door, I made the most of the opportunity. Yes, I dropped my towel … Revealing my flushed, pretty curves …

… and soon, the gorgeous male was giving it to me hot and unprotected, just the way I need!

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Laurie

I heaved the box down on the floor of my new apartment, exhausted. My back ached, my fingers were sore and I’d pulled a piece of skin off my knee when I tripped on the stairs coming up.

Because my new place was a fifth-floor walk-up, a tiny nest on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. It was located on the fringe of the city where the sidewalk was still filled with drug dealers and junkies at night.

But I shrugged, taking a deep breath and plopped on the couch. It was all I could afford right now and I was just happy to be out of the apartment I shared with my ex, Gary. Blech, even his name made me vomit. Gary. Sad to say, but we’d only been married two days before we separated. Can you believe it? When they say starter marriage, I don’t think they meant something that lasted a blink of an eye. It was over before it even began.

After all, Gary had had a mistress the entire time we were dating, making my stomach churn once again. For the two years before we got married, two whole frickin’ years, Gary had been keeping a sweet blonde thing on the side, not a day over twenty-one with bolt-on boobs, a tiny waist and even tinier ass. Yeah, she was Barbie doll skinny whereas I was a real girl, with a butt and hips that were wide and generous.

So I leaned back on the couch, a hand over my eyes. God, I was so unbelievably tired and exhausted. The last couple months had been an emotional drain that rivaled only a nuclear disaster, my heart pulled apart, torn to shreds and then flushed down the toilet. But at least I was out now. I’d left our penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue and was happy to have my own space now, humble as it might be.

Sighing, I looked around with a wry smile. My new place wasn’t much bigger than a postage stamp, and that was including the bathroom. There was a combination living/dining space with a utility kitchen spread out against the wall, and then a narrow hall which led to a tiny bedroom in back. The whole place had been coated in a terrible pastel blue paint that was cracking and stale, but the broker had assured me it was lead-free at least.

I stepped into my tiny bathroom, trying not to cower as my eyes were seared by the overwhelming blueness of the place: the tiles, the tub, and the sink were all the same aquamarine. The color was a throwback to the 80’s when electric teal and hot pink had been popular shades, but now it just made my head hurt, my irises imprinted with the vivid color.

But I was disgusting, sweaty, tired and dirty, and at least I could keep my eyes closed in the shower if it came to that. Sighing, I shook my head and began to strip. The baggy plaid shirt I wore fell to the floor, crumpled and used, and I popped the waistband of my jeans loose, stepping out of the hot denim with relief. Taking a deep breath for the first time in weeks, I stripped off my grimy bra and undies too, wearing nothing now but my birthday suit and some flirty pink toenail polish.

The spray spurted on with a hiss, the boiler coming to life with a groan, but at least the water was blessedly hot. I stepped into the tiny stall, so small that I could touch both sides without stretching my arms and let the spray pound me, closing my eyes, steam filling the enclosure in a matter of seconds, turning it into a sauna.

But when my hand groped blindly at the ledge, my mistake became apparent. I’d forgotten to unpack my toiletries and there was no shampoo or soap in the stall. In fact, there was nothing whatsoever because I’d forgotten to get any of my necessities. I was stuck, soaking wet without soap, shampoo, conditioner, or even a razor. I thought about going with it. I could rinse myself and call it a day, but my inner self was grossed out. I’d been moving for ten hours straight, heaving loads of junk, dirty, dusty and sweaty, and mere water wasn’t enough to do the trick. I needed soap and a good scrub.

With resignation, I shut off the water and opened the stall door, stepping out with droplets sluicing down my curvy form. A big pool of water formed on the linoleum floor, and I sighed. What a way to start my new life in a new home. Reaching down, I grabbed my plaid shirt and tried to use it as a towel, scrubbing the faded cotton up and down my curves to get as dry as possible. But the problem was my hair. I have curly brown locks and when they get wet, they retain a ton of water, making me into a human sponge. So even though I tried to squeeze out the curls, and to wring out as much excess as possible, it was useless. My plaid shirt was soaked in seconds.

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Theo:
She gets under my skin, there’s no doubt about it.
My pretty new employee.
The one who flashes her tits at me with a giggle, and who never wears panties to work.
The young girl wants a promotion … but she’ll have to earn it.

Mia:
Two can play at this game.
Theo White may be rich, handsome, and powerful, but he doesn’t intimidate me.
After all, I see how he looks at my curves.
How he stares, with a wolfish smile as his blue eyes flash.
I see how his massive package twitches, and how he crosses his legs to stay decent during meetings.
After all, I have sassy curves made for love … and soon, the CEO will be the one taking notes as I show him who’s boss!

Um, so where do Theo and Mia work again? Can I get hired there? 🙂 After all, this bad boy billionaire is a “hands-on” type of manager, and the fireworks are going off right at the office with other people watching (and listening)! Heck yes! This book is a follow-up to Hard and Unprotected, but all of my books are standalones and can be read in any order. This book was originally released as Hate Love, but has been edited and revised for your reading pleasure. Enjoy! Love, Cassie

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Mia

It was Monday morning again and the beginning of a new week. Even though I was a Computer Science major, every now and then it was important to unplug from the world. I liked to turn off my phone, computer, beeper, pager, anything that could interrupt because unlike everyone else my age, social media was never really my thing.

Still, it has its uses, particularly for meeting and networking with other female programmers. Aside from that, I rarely tweeted, posted anything on Snapchat, or ever uploaded a single photo of myself on Pictogram. All my profile pics were avatars of myself designed from scratch. If asked, anyone would be hard pressed to find an actual photo of me anywhere on the web.

Because I hate getting my picture taken. Selfies from my phone never turned out right either. My imperfections stood out painfully, what with the curviness of my body. My breasts were double D’s and I had full wide hips that swung like a pendulum when I walked. In photos, these so-called assets looked embarrassingly ginormous.

As for my face, my lips were too big. Were celebrities actually paying money for fuller pouts? All my huge pucker did was make me self-conscious. Honestly, I never wanted anyone to look at my face too long anyway. My preference was to blend into the background, like the wallflower I was meant to be.

I guess other people might think I had low self-esteem, but I just wasn’t so self-absorbed that I wanted to plaster myself all over the internet all the time.

Jill, my dorm mate, was away all weekend visiting her parents. It gave me a chance to shut myself off from the rest of the world and not have to talk or interact with anyone for an entire two days. Both Saturday and Sunday were spent alone in my dorm room blissfully listening to music, reading the latest in the Unwired science fiction series, and playing the video game Intergalactic Smash. In fact, I was pretty proud of myself for getting all the way to the 17th level in just two days.

I’d ordered delivery and didn’t leave my dorm suite once. Lazy weekends of Me Time were my jam. After all, living in a dorm, getting alone time like I’d had at home living with my mom didn’t happen a lot. Mom worked a ton of overtime.

Don’t get me wrong. My roomie Jill is awesome. We’d met in the Summer Bridge program a month before school started and clicked instantly. We both majored in Computer Science and came from small towns in Southern California that no one had ever heard of.

I was from Carpinteria, a seaside town, whose only claim to fame was an avocado festival, which was amazing fun, by the way. I planned to visit my mom in October so I could go. Avocado Fest had the world’s largest vat of guacamole that I wouldn’t miss for the world.

Jill was from Solvang, an entire town loyal to its Danish roots and more importantly, Danish food. Our first week living together in our dorm suite, she brought with her Danish treats like aebleskiver, yummy puff pastries, kringles, pretzel pastries, and authentic spandauers, which is an authentic Scandinavian pastry. We spent many late nights studying and munching on those delectable goodies. Her mom made sure to send us a new supply every few weeks.

I could be myself around Jill. I loved having a dorm mate that loved to eat food as much as I did. My biggest worry was that I’d get one of those psychotic girls that would spout off how many calories any particular treat had. I went to high school with someone like that. We’re not friends, obviously.

Jill and I usually walked to our Data Science class together, but her flight must have been running late that morning. She wasn’t in her room when I left our dorm suite for breakfast.

Against dining hall rules, I snuck out Lucky Charms in a Ziploc bag. The dining hall had a stupid rule that no one could take any food out, but if you were on a meal plan, all the food you ever got was from the cafeteria. Did the school seriously expect us to not ever be hungry for snacks?

Munching on my stolen cereal, I walked our usual route to campus down Bancroft Avenue to Wheeler Hall. I’d taken the same exact Data Science class online during my junior year in high school. Class lectures and the syllabus were available to the public. The college had a ton of free courses online if you were motivated enough. For the most part, I found high school boring, so I took additional classes online for fun.

In theory, going to class was unnecessary since I basically already knew the information, but I found it interesting anyways. Sitting in a large lecture hall with other students made me feel like I was a part of the Berkeley campus without having to go to a party or anything too social like that.

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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)

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I met Evan Lincoln at the pet store of all places.
Me: The lowly sales associate with dirty hands.
Him: Handsome scion of a powerful real estate family.
Me: Poor as a church mouse and eating ramen daily.
Him: Rich beyond my wildest dreams; lives in a mansion on Fifth Avenue, no kidding.
Me: No one listens when I talk. Heck, my manager hardly even recognizes me most of the time!
Him: Powerful. People kowtow when he enters a room and would probably jump off a bridge if he told them to.
But Mr. Lincoln needs a fake fiancée.
To get control of his family’s empire, he says. It won’t be a big deal. It’s just a temporary thing.
So I agree.
After all, what is there to lose? Hot fun, steamy nights, and a Cinderella story for the ages.
But Evan’s left something behind.
It’s not a shoe.
It’s not a ring.
It’s something else, creamy and virile.
Steamy and enticing.
Deep inside my most private part.
And now Evan’s going to be a daddy.
But what if Prince Charming never knows?

This book is a follow-up to Ravished By The Prince. Dive deep into a tale of secret babies, second chances, and our very own Cinderella who finds her happily ever after with a handsome prince. Please note that this book was originally released under the title Unprotected, and has been edited and revised for your reading pleasure. You’ll love it, I promise! Happy trails, Cassie

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Maggie

What a gorgeous day!

Sticking a pencil into my messy updo, I turned around from stocking the shelves to peek through the glass doors of the pet shop.

Definitely beautiful. The skies were clear and blue, the sun glowing and warm in the middle of a cloudless sky. Perfect weather.

And from the nips and happy barks coming from the doggie area, I could tell the puppies would love being out there too.

Don’t worry, my friends, came my internal voice. Soon you’ll be with loving families, never fear.

Humming a tune, I finished shelving the last of the heavy bags of dog food that came in last night. As a vet tech at DoggyMart, it’s not normally my job. But Janie, one of the girls who works with me begged me to do it, and I don’t mind helping out.

But whew, it was sweaty work! A small price to pay though for hanging out all day with cute and happy animals. Even when they weren’t so happy, it made me feel amazing to help calm them down.

Strands of curly brown hair fell from the up-do and into my face, sticking clammily to my cheeks. Gosh, I was going to need a shower after I got home. Sweat made my t-shirt stick to my armpits, every nook and crevice a little moist. A long, hot wash was definitely in the works the minute I got back.

Squeak, squeak. The old cart rolled along as I pushed it to the back of the store.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” came my polite voice. “Coming through.”

Obligingly, people made way. Thank goodness because I wanted to get to the puppies asap. I’m a huge animal lover, and working with furry friends is the best part of my job. Even now, I was attuned to the squeak of gerbil wheels. The plaintive meows of kittens. The smaller puppies whining. At least all the bigger dogs were calm today, thank goodness.

Suddenly, Dr. Reynolds popped into view. He’s our in-house vet, a friendly old man with a salt and pepper beard and twinkling blue eyes. Not that different from Santa actually.

“Oh, there you are, Maggie,” he chuckled. “The puppies from that abandoned house from the news just came in. Didn’t you want to see them?”

A big smile flashed over my face.

“Yes, definitely,” came my excited words. But then my face fell. “They’re okay, aren’t they?”

Dr. Reynolds nodded.

“They’re okay this time,” he said reassuringly. “Healthy and active, just like eight-week-old puppies should be. Thank goodness,” he said darkly. “You can never tell with these things.”

I nodded somberly because a lot of animals that come our way aren’t in the best shape. Some have been abused, but most are neglected. I hate to say this of humans, but when it comes to dog versus man, most people choose man. As a result, our canines can be lonely and maladapted. They’re not bad animals, they just don’t know how to behave because no one’s showed them how.

Dr. Reynolds smiled patiently at me and gestured to another pet tech. Slowly, Marvin wheeled out a cart with a huge cage on top. Oh my gosh, they were so cute! No bigger than two hands put together, the dogs rolled and tumbled together, playful and fluffy.

“Hey, babies,” I cooed. “How are you?”

Sitting on the floor next to their cage, I opened it. Immediately, the animals stopped playing and scrambled to the open door to inspect me. All three had shiny brown eyes. Blinking, they perched little paws on the wire rim, poking their noses out experimentally.

“Aren’t you guys so adorable?”

I wriggled my fingers at them but didn’t touch, just letting them sniff for a moment. Soon, the white one with a black patch over his eye like a pirate tumbled out of the crate and wandered over to me, curious like a little monkey. He wobbled on tiny feet.

“You’re the brave one, aren’t you?” I teased with my finger near his face, close but still not touching.

He tumbled into my arms then, making sweet little whimpers. My heart melted. I could literally feel it dissolving into goo because this is why I love my job. Being a pet tech doesn’t pay well, but when an innocent animal overcomes its dark past to trust humans again, I feel redeemed. I feel like I’ve made a difference, however small, in an animal’s life, and happiness coursed through my veins.

It’s why I want to be a vet one day. My part time classes were designed to get me there, but right now, I was only going once a week because credits are expensive, and it’s all I can afford. My dream is to get an A.A., and then go for my B.A. After that, vet school. Sometimes it seems like pie in the sky, but my dream will come true, slowly but surely.

I smiled again, stroking the puppy’s soft head.

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Dear Prince Eric,
I know you don’t know me. I’m the lowly maid who comes into your chamber every morning with my bucket and mop in tow. You’re busy, and I’m well … invisible.
But this morning was different.
I saw you naked.
That hard, bronzed body.
The thick chest made of impenetrable marble.
And your tool … the one swinging between your thighs, hanging all the way to your knee!
But you weren’t embarrassed at all. In fact, you crooked one finger at me and purred, “Here, kitty, kitty.”
Now what’s a girl to do when she’s summoned like that?
But now, your throne is in jeopardy and it’s time for me to make my exit.
The question is … am I just a playmate to you? Or could I be someone more?

Love,
Kitty (the girl with the mop)

Hey Readers – Have you ever had an infatuation so fierce that it consumes you from the inside out? Well, that’s how our heroine finds herself after tangling with Prince Eric because he’s no regular playboy. Eric is a member of the royal family and he ravishes women before discarding them once he’s done. But will Kitty be able to change his ways? Read and find out! You’ll love the story, I promise. Xoxo, Cassie

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CHAPTER 1

Kitty

Oh my God, there he is again. My heart throbs as I watch Prince Eric race down the palace driveway in a black sports car. I’m not usually impressed by wealth, but something about the way he handles that vehicle makes my body go insane.

I bite my lip as naughty thoughts run through my mind: fantasies of his hands stroking me like he does the soft leather of the steering wheel. Then a visualization of our bodies colliding on a fluffy feather bed as he pushes me down. My cry of surprise rising in the air as he takes his shaft out, making my eyes pop open with shock, hunger, and …

Oh my god, what am I doing? I flap my hand in front of my face, trying to create a breeze before my sweaty visage. I know I shouldn’t be fantasizing about our prince’s toolbox, but I can’t help myself because Eric’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s known as the Playboy Prince around town, and the first time I saw him in person proved those words right.

It's embarrassing, really. I’d been cleaning one of the bathrooms on the second level of the castle when I heard a big splash from outside. Out of curiosity, I moved the delicate satin curtain to the side and peered out of the window. Sure enough, it was Eric washing his Maserati. Of course, there are a million servants to do the task for him, but he likes taking care of his baby himself.

But as usual, the prince looked like an Olympic athlete. His bronzed, muscular body glistened in the sunlight as rivulets of sweat trickled down that carved chest. His thighs were heavy and broad, and the tight breeches couldn’t disguise the enormous package within. My heart raced as I stared at that bulge, wondering what it would be like for a woman to take it. Would I be able to stretch? Would he have to work it in slow? Maybe even pin me down in order to ease that massive size inside?

My thoughts were so naughty, and yet I couldn’t stop them. My thighs clenched together with need even as my panties soaked themselves. I gazed at the handsome prince, wishing he would run up the palace stairs to find me where I stood, before pinning me against the wall and thrusting his massive rod into my willing form.

But who am I kidding? I’m a lowly maid at the palace, and no one ever notices me. Even the head housekeeper barely recognizes me some days, and I’ve worked here a while now. Mary will stare at me with a squint sometimes, as if trying to place me in her mind. Then, the middle-aged woman rolls her eyes and says, “Oh yes. You again.”

That about sums up my importance in this place. But what am I going to do? I’m a lowly chambermaid, and we’re taught to stay out of sight. We scuttle like mice through the nooks and crannies of the castle, always with a mop, a bucket, or serving plate in hand.

As you can see, my chances of interacting with the handsome prince are about zero to nil. In fact, as I stared out of the window, footsteps approached and of course, it wasn’t the heir to the Chromian throne coming to fulfill my fantasies. Instead, it was Mary herself with a new task at hand. I’m sure I looked flushed and restless, but she barely noticed. The older woman merely announced that there’d been an “accident” in one of the bottom floor privies, and I was to clean it up. Eeew. Gross. That put me back in my place in a flash.

But ever since that day (or really, ever since I came to work at the palace), I just can’t stop thinking about Prince Eric. He’s on my mind even when I’m not mopping, dusting, or scouring. Every time I catch a glimpse of him is like a little slice of Heaven, although I’ve only ever seen him from a distance, of course. Obviously, the handsome man’s never noticed me, and why would he? I’m just one of the hundreds of maids who serve in the Chromian palace. We probably look all the same to him.

Ugh. I feel so silly for wanting someone who doesn’t even know I exist, but when Prince Eric around, it’s like time slows down. My pounding heart drowns out every sound around me, and I lose control over all of my senses. I’d give anything to be held in his strong arms as our lips touch in a passionate kiss, but I know that will never happen. It’s just a pipe dream, and I need to stay real.

“How are you making out over there?” Aunt Nellie calls out to me. My aunt is the one who got me this job, and she’s busy dusting a bookshelf on the far end of the sitting room. Luckily, her back is turned, so she didn’t notice me daydreaming. After all, she’d die if she knew what I was thinking. Don’t get me wrong: my aunt’s a kindly and sweet older lady, but I think even she would chastise me for making eyes at the Prince of Chromia. After all, we’re just commoners. Even worse, I’m literally a maid who scrubs toilets. I’d be lucky to marry a blacksmith, or maybe a middle-class merchant if I get super-fortunate.

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Total pages in book: 75
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I was part of a foursome … the dirty, filthy kind, with three dominating, absolutely gorgeous men.

Tina:
My parents sent me off to finishing school for one reason only … to find a rich husband to revive my family’s fortunes. Because even though we’re nobility, we’re actually poor, pinching pennies while living in our crumbling castle. Things got so bad that I put on my best smile and a flirty mini-skirt, unsure if it’d work.

But then I met the twins.

Devastatingly gorgeous, Kato and Karl were merchant marines sailing the high seas with an itch to scratch … and I was it.

So I flirted.

I winked.

And I did my thing.

But just when things were getting steamy, I met another man. Prince Kristian was everything my parents hoped for … rich, handsome, and real-live royalty too.

Except there were four of us now.

What’s a girl to do?

Note: This is a panty-melting book with a fantastical, unrealistic storyline. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Okay, if you have to read it then know that this is a full-length 60k novel with a guaranteed HEA plus a bonus novella inside. Enjoy!

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I was part of a foursome … the dirty, filthy kind, with three dominating, absolutely gorgeous men.

Tina:

My parents sent me off to finishing school for one reason only: to find a rich husband to revive my family’s fortunes because even though we’re nobility, we’re actually poor. There’s no money for heat or electricity, and our cupboards are bare. Things got so bad that I put on my best smile and a flirty mini-skirt, unsure if my plan would work.

But then I met the twins.

Devastatingly gorgeous, Kato and Karl are merchant marines sailing the high seas with an itch to scratch … and I was it.

So I flirted.

I winked.

And I did my thing.

But just when things were getting steamy, I met another man. Prince Kristian was everything my parents hoped for … rich, handsome, and real-life royalty too.

Except there were four of us now.

What’s a girl to do?

Note: This is a panty-melting book with a fantastical, unrealistic storyline. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Okay, if you have to read it, then know that this is a full-length 60k novel complete with a guaranteed HEA with not one, but three handsome Prince Charmings. What’s not to like? Please note that this book was previously released under the same title, and has been revised and updated for your reading enjoyment. You’ll love it, I promise! Love, Cassie

CHRISTINA

“Come on Tina,” said my friend Maggie. “Let’s roll!”

I groaned a little but hauled myself up. Maggie was right – it was time to head out, seeing that this was going to be our last night on the town together. Tomorrow we were being packed off to different finishing schools, or what my friend and I privately refer to as “princess training school.” Our parents want us to find husbands at these places, and rich men were known to come by and pick off a girl or two regularly, making her mom swoon, her dad beam, and the girl? Well, who knows what was on her mind, because she was nothing but an afterthought in the process.

But for tonight, Maggie and I had one last chance at freedom. We’d just graduated from Castilleja Prep in the center of town, and excitement ran through our veins, our freedom, however brief, making me giddy.

“Where are we headed?” I asked.

“Grantley, Lucy, and Aggie are meeting us at the Old Dog,” chattered Maggie excitedly. “It’s going to be so fun.”

I internally groaned. The Old Dog was a dive joint, the kind that served 20 ounce tall boys with whisky chasers. Not exactly the type of place wannabe princesses hung out at. But okay, I shrugged. It’d be good to see my girls one last time before we spread out all over the Continent.

Because my friends and I aren’t your average girls. We’re minor nobility from a small country called Andorra. Our families are distant relatives of the King, and we’ve been living the high life since birth. In fact, Maggie wasn’t actually Margaret. Hell no, nothing so plebeian. Maggie was Magdalene, Lucy was Lucinda and Aggie was Agatha. Me? I’m Tina aka Christina, but just like everyone else, my parents are hoping that I can score a prince, or at least someone really, really rich.

So I shrugged. Heck, once I arrived at the finishing school in St. Venetia, I’d probably be attending balls and fancy-attire parties non-stop. So hanging at the Old Dog one last time was a last hurrah of sorts. It was a chance to get our hands dirty before they were shoved into elbow-length white gloves.

“You think this looks good?” I asked Maggie, skeptically looking at myself in the mirror.

My friend rolled her eyes.

“Oh Tina, you always look good, and you never even have to try. It’s so not fair,” she huffed, her bangs blowing off her forehead. “Why can’t we all be gorgeous and curvy?”

But I rolled my eyes because it’s not true. I’m curvy yeah, but no one thinks I’m gorgeous because that’s wishful thinking. The descriptors I got most often are “pleasant,” “nice-looking,” or the one I hate most, “not ugly.” Uck. Why “not ugly”? Why use a negative to describe a woman’s looks?

But I try to do my best most days, dressing in clothes that flatter my figure by emphasizing the good while deemphasizing the bad. And tonight, our last night out, I pulled out all the stops. I’m not usually like this. I’m usually more of a bookish type, complete with good-girl librarian outfits consisting of comfy turtlenecks and long skirts, but tonight I decided to go for it. So I struggled into thigh-high boots, long leather shafts with a skinny heel that caressed my legs snugly, the material velvety and soft. Plus, the bustier I had on was so tight that my boobs were pushed up and out. They resembled creamy ivory pillows, soft and beckoning, and it was all complemented by a mini-skirt hugging my generous hips. The total effect was electric. Actually, probably a little too electric because it kind of looked like a hooker get-up.

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Please don’t think I’m trashy. Just because I love two men doesn’t mean I’m trash.

I grew up in a trailer on the wrong side of the tracks, and my childhood was nothing to brag about. So when Brent Larson stepped in, it was like a dream come true. Tall, dominant and assertive, the alpha male was the perfect guardian, moving me into his double-wide.
But the problem was that Jason lived there too.
And I couldn’t help it because Jason was gorgeous and funny, and he charmed my pants off, literally.
So I lost my cherries, front and back … to two different men.

Do you think I’m trashy now?
Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth?

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Katy

Please don’t think I’m trashy.

Please don’t judge me.

I live in a trailer park, but life is so much more complicated than that. Because things happen unexpectedly and my story is one for the ages, I admit.

It started after I moved into Brent Larson’s home because the old trailer I lived in with my mom had no heat or electricity.

“Hey,” I murmured as Brent strode in the door after work one day. I stood at the sink, finishing up some dishes, and it was all very homey, not to mention comfortable. Besides, I could tell the big man was tired. I could see it in his eyes, the faint lines of weariness bracketing his clear blue gaze, the deep breaths as his wide chest inhaled. But he never failed to shoot a smile my way.

“Hey there, baby,” he said with a lazy grin, putting his lunchbox on the table. Brent was an ironworker with the local union and had the body to prove it, all sculpted muscle, tall, thick and perfectly proportioned. “How’s your day been, little girl?”

I melted a little inside although I tried not to show it. I could literally smell him in the kitchen, the clean scent of honest sweat, all man, musky and tantalizing, and it made my insides tremble, my interior drip.

“Not bad,” I whispered, then cleared my throat awkwardly. “Not bad,” I said a little louder, trying to act normal despite the fact that my cheeks were flushing pink. Oh god, how could this be happening? This was my guardian for crying out loud, the man who’d looked over me for the last year, giving me a place to live. And yet here I was creaming a little, blushing in his presence.

But my life has been crazy lately, so maybe all the excitement put me over the edge. Because, you see, I have an insane mom. And I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I mean it in the medical sense. We live in a trailer park, the mobile homes so close to one another that everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my mom, Tina, is pretty hard to miss. She’s been a mess for as long as I can remember, sobbing uncontrollably at nothing, keeping pet rabbits in our home despite the fact that we had about one hundred and fifty square feet between the two of us, not brushing her hair so that it stuck straight up, her make-up garish like a clown.

So yeah, it was pretty obvious that I was in a shaky family situation with no supervision. And after a couple years of Tina’s hysterical outbreaks, Brent finally stepped in, my savior, my safety net. My mom had a really bad outburst where ambulances came screaming, a load of paramedics descending on the hysterically crying woman, literally strapping her to the gurney before shipping her off. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what to think, pure numbness creeping over my mind. So I was shivering barefoot outside in the cold night air, wearing nothing but a thin night shirt when Brent Larson came by, taking a long look at me, his blue eyes sweeping, missing nothing.

“You okay?” he asked gruffly, looking away. I’d felt his gaze trail over my curves before glancing away guiltily, like he wasn’t supposed to be sizing up a teen girl.

But I couldn’t absorb it at the time. I was too stunned and shocked by the turn of events, and had gone completely mute. On the one hand, Tina’s breakdown wasn’t exactly new because we’d been to this rodeo before. It’s just that this time, the paramedics told me she wouldn’t be back. Tina needed to be put under long-term observation, so I was paralyzed and unsure of my next move. God knows I could take care of myself, but at the same time, things had reached titanic proportions and my mom needed serious professional help.

So I said nothing, staring back at him, brown eyes wide.

Brent cleared his throat again.

“Listen, why don’t you come over to my place?” he asked gruffly, still not meeting my eyes. “I’ve got heat and hot water, so it’s a place to crash for the night.”

After a pause, I nodded silently, trailing him with slow steps across the park to his mobile home. Because yeah, our trailer was cold, dark and freezing, my mom was behind on the bills because her monthly disability check hadn’t come yet. We still had running water, thank god, but the nights were bitter and I wasn’t looking forward to another sleepless one huddled under a pile of blankets, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered, goose bumps that never went away.

As a result, Brent’s offer was a godsend, like manna from heaven. If nothing else, I could at least be warm for once. I could sleep as well as I could before the shit really hit the fan and I had to figure something out.

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Petunia:
I was just going to dip my toe into the pool, but the warm water was impossible to resist. I submerged myself, letting the soothing waves caress my curves, but then I lost my footing and began to DROWN! Help!
Fortunately, a gorgeous playboy’s on hand to save me. Nico hauls me up, coughing and choking …
… but not before I realize there’s something *rigid* pressed against my thigh.
OMG, it’s so huge!
Is that really his …?
But it is, and soon the billionaire tells me he’ll teach me to swim… by letting me use his special flotation device!

Nico:

It’s laughable because the curvy girl grew up on the Jersey Shore, but has no idea how to even doggy paddle. Petunia’s lucky I was on hand because she could have lost her life if I hadn’t hauled her out of the water, gasping and choking. But soon, the innocent woman’s panting and whining for another reason … because the doggy paddle can feel delicious when you’re stuck tight on my massive oar!

This story is a follow-up to A Baby for the Babysitter. In this tale, Petunia gets involved with a Greek billionaire, but then she discovers that he’s already engaged to another woman. Even more, Nico doesn’t want to stop their “swim lessons,” so how is this going to work? It sounds scandalous, and that’s because this is a tale of secret identities, long-held family drama, and of course, utter filth. Grab your copy to be transported to the Old World where secrets, lies, and total hedonism reign supreme! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

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PETUNIA

I frown as I spin around. Then, I strike a few poses like I’m modeling in a fashion show, but this whole thing is ridiculous because my swimsuit is very wrong. The fabric of the skimpy one-piece bathing suit sticks to my skin like glue, and as I raise one hand over my head, it strains to cover a big breast. I frown.

“I don’t know, Lark. We’re really pushing the limits with this one,” I mutter as my friend looks up.

“What’s not to like?” my buddy questions, smiling as she brushes out her curly hair. Then, the sassy woman laughs. “It’s hot! The solid gold color looks great with your skin tone too.”

I frown again, still studying myself.

“Yeah, I like the color too, but that’s not the problem,” I huff as I tug on the thin material. “My boobs are going to pop out at any moment, and not only that, but if I take one wrong step, my va-jay-jay will be completely exposed. That’s not something I need, especially since you know I’m clumsy, so an accident’s almost one hundred percent going to happen.”

I turn around again and huff in exasperation. This swimsuit is ridiculous because even a skinny girl’s goods wouldn’t be safely hidden by this thing. The gold fabric barely covers my huge double D breasts, and my nips are visible. Plus, both my cheeks are completely exposed as the bathing suit rides up and really, the only thing covering my anus is a thin strip of glimmering fabric.

But Lark just shrugs and giggles.

“Oh, honestly, Petunia,” she coos. “That one-piece is a too conservative if you ask me. This is Sanctum, after all, so if anything, you need to step it up.”

I roll my eyes at her.

“Oh really?” I ask in a dry tone. “Step it up, how?”

“With this,” she giggles, holding out a tiny piece of red cloth. The thing isn’t even bigger than the palm of her tiny hand, and I squint in confusion.

“What is that? A Kleenex?”

“No silly,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s a bikini, what else? Now try it on,” she scolds.

Sighing heavily, I struggle out of my gold swimsuit before holding the red fabric up. Is Lark serious? This thing is nothing but a series of strings with postage-sized scraps of fabric attached. I don’t even know how to get it on, but after some experimentation, I manage to position the squares of fabric where I think they go, and spin around.

“Perfect,” my friend hums with approval, her eyes taking in my generous figure. “Now that’s more like it.”

I stare at my reflection with horror. The red color of the suit makes my brown eyes pop, but the whole get-up is utterly ludicrous. The bikini top is nothing but small squares covering my nipples, and the bikini bottom is a tiny patch of fabric that covers my clit. No way am I going out like this.

“I can’t wear this!” I mutter, already making to take it off. “Hell no because this thing is even worse than the one-piece. It only covers my most private bits, and if I even walk, everything’s going to be exposed. Come on, Lark. Get serious. I might as well just be nude.”

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