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Can Goldie cope
with three, big bears?
Big, Beautiful young Goldie
is humiliated and dumped by her loser boyfriend, just when she’d begun to trust men again. But she meets Orsino at a New York art event.
Orsino Arturo is a huge, forceful and mysterious
billionaire. His urge for privacy goes way outside the needs of a private life. He and his two brothers share a dark secret. And a deep, urgent need.
Goldie only sees the danger
when she’s alone with the triplets aboard a yacht and far from land. How can Goldie cope with the rough hunger of three huge men? Will she be totally overcome by the force of their need?
They call it The Bear market
When lovely young intern Honey
is sent to the country club with a message for the team of big investment bankers, she finds them in the sports changing room.
Little does she know how much
changing the billionaire traders are doing, until she’s sent in, alone and without protection.
When the enormous bears find
Honey’s honeypot, will the big beasts of Wall Street take her, hard, again and again?
How can Hannah manage
this much ménage?
Big, beautiful Hannah
is innocent and alone in the mountains. Alone except for the uncommonly big men at Great Bear Inn. The men share a secret, and they are hungry to share Hannah.
Hannah hasn’t had
the kind of appreciation the big men of the mountains have to give her.
They are the last of their line
and Hannah is their only hope. But will she,
can
she take the heat of their rough and rising needs?
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The two big men stood with their thighs so close to Hanna’s face, she felt their heat and their scents filled her head. She pushed and pushed and kept both men massive with her mouth. It was hard to concentrate with the other huge man pulsing inside her.
Hannah’s generous buttocks rippled and spilled over the great man’s huge body and rolled as his hips hefted him harder into her. Her throat has full and hot, and her chest reddened when she caught a flash of herself in the bar room mirror, her huge breasts bouncing among the glistening, pulsing men.
And all the time, knowing the dark secret of their high mountain isolation…
Hanna's little Honda sighed and gasped as it crested the ridge. The dark wood lodge rose out of the chilly mist, and as the drive leveled out, the car regained its strength. Steps led up to a pointed timber porch.
Up at the height of the tree line its quiet strength was a welcome comfort. Inside, Hannah hoped there would be deep armchairs, a heavy hearth and a crackling fire. And maybe, just maybe, not too many people would be obsessed with looking at her.
Hannah was more than aware of the two sins that counted against her. She was born with a big frame and she didn't starve herself, diet or even hide away. She was a big girl with a healthy appetite and if other people had a problem with it, that was just too bad.
Not to say that the glances of disapproval or comments and sniggers behind cupped hands didn't still cut her, but she had been dealing with it since she was at school. Eyes popping in cafés and restaurants whenever she lifted a fork. As though her feeding herself was some kind of an offense against public decency.
Hannah learned to spot the looks from a long way off and she would just glare right back. That wasn't her natural attitude, and she didn't really feel that bravado that it gave off, it was simply the most effective way she had found to get people to simply leave her alone.
Hannah had always found peace high up in the snowy mountains. Since she was a girl she had felt at home at altitude. Sharp, clear air, a crunch underfoot and a view across treetops made her heart sing a song of freedom.
Photography was something Hannah had done since she was a child. It was a way she could keep a moment with her. Take the sense she had of a place and keep it. It was a way of returning.
When she presented photographic projects at school, to her they were just what she would do at the weekends but when she showed them in front of the class, it was the one time the would be no muttering, no notes passing and no unexplained giggles.
Her photographs of animals turned out to have a particular power. When the class first saw her picture of a squirrel, high in a fir tree with it's big eye gleaming and a huge nut in its hand-like claw, there was a soft collective sigh.
Her picture of a grizzly silenced the room. The bear stood, looking right at the camera with its head to one side and his paws raised. There was a long pause before Ms Keller cleared her throat and began to thank Hannah.
"I have more, miss," she started to say.
Leaning towards Hannah's ear Ms Keller told her, "Leave 'em wanting more, Hannah. Exit on a high."
Lately, Hannah had some luck with a few photos of eagles, wolves and in particular, a couple of bears had sold very well. She gave them to the
Exotica
photo library, simply because their offices were just off campus. Herman Bruin, the boss of the agency sent a personal note with the first month's surprisingly large check.
If you have any more mountain pictures, especially bears, please send them
.
The check was enough for a month's rent. She was ahead with her college studies for once, due some leave from her job in the restaurant and she really wanted a break from the city. The city, the stares and the 'all-in-good-fun' jokes of the restaurant customers.
So, she had called in to see Herman. A large, whiskered man in his thirties, Herman was distinguished looking, but his size and his fondness for heavy knitwear gave him an unkempt look.
He seemed genuinely pleased to see her and rose to shake her hand. He waved to a chair for her to sit as he settled back behind the clutter of his massive desk.
His bright eyes shone at her when Hannah asked him, "Do you think I could get some expenses for some more pictures? Or a commission, even?"
"Sure," he smiled, showing his teeth a little. " I'll charter you a helicopter. It'll need to be big enough for your sherpas and assistants, of course." She guessed that mean
no
. He went on, "Will a chopper be okay, or don’t you find them too bumpy?"
He watched her as he left a pause. Then he spread his big hands on the desk. "Maybe I could get you a couple of hundred ahead of your royalties. Would that help?"
Before she left, Herman gave her a check for five hundred dollars. He also gave her the name and details of the Great Bear Inn. "I'll call ahead and make sure you get a good rate. It's a perfect location. Who knows, maybe you can take some pictures for the Inn. That might get you your commission."
Herman smiled, but it wasn't an unkindly smile. Hannah actually found Herman quite attractive. Particularly when he stood and smiled at her like that, his head cocked on one side with his elbows wide. Hannah had a weakness for men who were much taller than her. Bigger than her.
“I’ll be away five days, no more, mamma.”
“Why do you have to go away at all is what I don’t understand. You should be paying more attention to your studies.”
“Mom, I’m ahead on my studies. I’m on for a GPA of…”
“And it’s time you did something about your eating…” Hannah had stopped listening. She always stopped listening to her momma when she started in about food. She’d heard it all a thousand times. Next would come the latest fad diet, and how
all the women in my circle
are doing it and
it’s doing wonders, dear, absolute wonders
. Then it would be,
Not me, of course, because you know I don’t need it. Your father always said so
.
This part was particularly hard to take as her momma really was overweight. Hannah was big, but she was also strong, and she was way fitter than most of the stick insects she saw around campus. The girls who always had the swarms of geeks, nerds and preppy creeps buzzing around them.
Sure, Hannah carried some weight, but she carried it well and it was all in the best of places.
Soon enough, her momma was on to all of the daughters of the ladies in her
circle
and how they were getting married to hideous hometown dorks. Last but not least would come the lecture about how Hannah would never get herself a man if she didn’t start to
take more care of yourself, dear.
Because,
you know you have such a pretty face
and it was all much more than Hannah could stand.
By this time, even though she was trying hard not to hear her momma’s relentless drone, Hannah was tearing up. She cut in, “Gotta go, momma. Traffic ahead.”
“Well, you just think about what I’ve told you, Hannah, it’s only for your own good. Momma knows best.”
“Yeh. Bye, momma.”
Hannah’s eyes were watering as she hung up. Why could her momma never think of anything good to tell her, damnit? Did she take no pride at all in her bright, clever, beautiful daughter? Did she have nothing proud or complementary to tell her bridge circle or her lunch groups?
The little Honda puffed at the end of the drive as she parked up by the entrance to Great Bear Inn.
