Cowboy Sin-dependence Day (BBW Romance/Cowboy Romance)
Bree was working as a camp counselor on an American Indian Reservation, passionately introducing Native American youth to the Science she loved so much. The summer was going great—she was finally getting a chance to put some distance between herself and her crazy family while finding out what it was like to be on her own for the first time. Everything would be perfect if it weren't for Jesse, the cowboy who was teaching the kids how to ride. He was arrogant and insufferable, and one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The problem was he knew he really was the best there was around and he used it to burn through the women on staff. But Bree made it clear she wouldn't respond to his advances. She wasn't someone to give into temptation, unless it involved chocolate. (A steamy down and dirty BBW Romance novelette that reveals the early history of Bree, the BBW heroine of her own Paranormal Series. This is a sexily explicit adults only story that deals with an undergraduate discovering what it's like to live life on your own and on your own terms with a very satisfied cowboy.)
“Jesse actually said, A vagina is the box a penis comes in--can you imagine?” My sister laughed loud enough where I had to hold the phone away from my ear. Actually, I figured she and Jesse would get along just fine. They deserved each other.
“What does he look like?” she asked.
“You taught me a long time ago when you asked what someone looks like, you're really asking how big is his dick,” I said calmly.
“So,” she said, “how big is it?” Her voice took on that very familiar tone that let me know how much better she was than I in being a judge of a guy's penis. I had always been “the good girl.” She was known as the “good time girl.” I had lost my virginity right after my eighteenth birthday to the president of the Science Club at Roosevelt High. I'm not really sure when she lost her virginity, but I do know it involved the entire football team. I was just happy we were having a break while I was here teaching at the summer camp...Jesse was recovering from a leg injury that had him off the rodeo circuit long enough to pick up some money working with our kids. I will admit he's really great with the campers. My issue is he's been working his way through the female staff. At first I thought he was doing them alphabetically, but then Sue Zobronkski screwed the pattern the way Jesse screwed the staff. I figured my grandmother and I were safe. I was the only female on staff under 30 who didn't try to squeeze into a size 6. I'm what my grandmother calls “a healthy girl.”
“How's his package? Surely you've at least noticed that.” There was that tone in her voice again.
“Jesus, Delia,” I hissed, “I'm not a paid sex-worker for AT&T. I'm not here to start getting you off on your fantasies of a guy you'll never even get to see. Let's just say he looks as if he keeps an extra pair of socks stuffed into his crotch. Happy now?”