Wet N' Wild (Bayside TIgers (BBW Mail Order Bride Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance Book 3) by Rachel Real Read Free Book Online
Authors: Rachel Real
Chapter One
I ’ve never won anything in my life. But today I won a first class ticket to paradise. Who knew curvy girls could have such luck, huh? Honestly, I can't remember the last time I travelled anywhere. And as a girl in her thirty-something or others... you start to give up on the dream of having a whirl-wind life. But today, I'm making my dreams come true again.
I drove myself nuts trying to wrap my brain about what to pack! Okay, it's not like I have some giiiiannnttt wardrobe, but since I've gained a few or more pounds from my job—lots of stuff just wouldn't fit right or at all.
My shapely body isn't exactly bikini ready—unless that means dimples and jiggly thighs...
I'm a little bit of a plain Jane. Okay...I'm boring. I play it safe. I mean geez, I don't even rip the tags off of the mattress. I'm a librarian by day and a homebody at night. The entire staff held a raffle, and I put my name in it that morning not thinking much—but I won . All my life, I’ve been holding on to this list of all the crazy things I want to do. Maybe this is my chance to be a little naughty.
Okay, maybe not that naughty but you never know.
The thing though is, I've never been to this place.
What's it called?
Oh, right. Bayside.
I slid up the shade on my airplane window, and a wave of bright sunlight blinded my eyes. Bayside just seemed like the sunniest place in the world. I squinted, seeing the endless steely blue waves of crystal clear water. When I won the contest, the email told me that I had to look for a sign held by the hotel driver. I’ve never been in the back of a limo. Let alone chauffeured. When the plane landed, my curvy ass had to shuffle through those narrow aisles.
I sweat puddles. I forced my way through a throng of people and got lost in the terminal before I finally found my way to baggage claim. I wiped my very moist forehead with the back of my hand. Strings of my hair stuck to my face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw two very tall and very tantalizing looking men holding a sign with my name on it.
JENNIFER MASON.
Crap on a craker! God, I've got big oval pit stains. And I panic, feeling my body go numb from worry. If they see me, they'll think I look gross and disgusting.
Just relax, Jenny. I told myself, trying not to hyperventilate after seeing the mysterious men’s charming—yet toothy—smiles. Just one foot in front the other. Just one foot...
And before I know it, my two left feet trip me up and...
THUD!
"Hey, don't worry. These floors are pretty slick," A low dark voice chuckled in my ear. “Wow, you look even hotter than your profile picture.”
I looked up and my body goes molten. One of the Hunter brothers grabbed my arm while the other carried my luggage. Profile picture, huh?
Accidentally, I leapt up into his chest. My face flushes red and I tuck some hair behind my ear, like some love-strung school girl.
“Are you guys my ride to the hotel?”
"Uh, yeah. Name's Kai. The boring one—over there..." Kai pointed to his brother. "Well, that's Logan."
Kai Hunter had a sturdy firm grip, broad shoulders and a massive size. His biceps flexed underneath his loose linen shirt. My heart stopped when he lifted his Ray Bans from his eyes and slides it back through his thick dirty blonde hair. He had these eye-catching wild bronze-copper eyes.
"Ignore him, he's good at turning up the charm...." Logan Hunter warned with an equally lethal sexy stare. “How was your trip? I bet you’re feeling a little awkward about the whole mating thing later tonight...”
I just nodded dreamily... wait, mating?
"Where am I staying?" I croaked still taken with how brawny and well-built these brothers were.
Logan nodded. "You're booked at the The Olde Habour Inn. It's ran by pair of brothers from our clan—good guys."
Clan? I squinted.
That's doesn't sound right. Don't over think, Jenny. Just have a good time.
"You cool with meeting up with some of our crew later?" Kai asked with that
I ’ve never won anything in my life. But today I won a first class ticket to paradise. Who knew curvy girls could have such luck, huh? Honestly, I can't remember the last time I travelled anywhere. And as a girl in her thirty-something or others... you start to give up on the dream of having a whirl-wind life. But today, I'm making my dreams come true again.
I drove myself nuts trying to wrap my brain about what to pack! Okay, it's not like I have some giiiiannnttt wardrobe, but since I've gained a few or more pounds from my job—lots of stuff just wouldn't fit right or at all.
My shapely body isn't exactly bikini ready—unless that means dimples and jiggly thighs...
I'm a little bit of a plain Jane. Okay...I'm boring. I play it safe. I mean geez, I don't even rip the tags off of the mattress. I'm a librarian by day and a homebody at night. The entire staff held a raffle, and I put my name in it that morning not thinking much—but I won . All my life, I’ve been holding on to this list of all the crazy things I want to do. Maybe this is my chance to be a little naughty.
Okay, maybe not that naughty but you never know.
The thing though is, I've never been to this place.
What's it called?
Oh, right. Bayside.
I slid up the shade on my airplane window, and a wave of bright sunlight blinded my eyes. Bayside just seemed like the sunniest place in the world. I squinted, seeing the endless steely blue waves of crystal clear water. When I won the contest, the email told me that I had to look for a sign held by the hotel driver. I’ve never been in the back of a limo. Let alone chauffeured. When the plane landed, my curvy ass had to shuffle through those narrow aisles.
I sweat puddles. I forced my way through a throng of people and got lost in the terminal before I finally found my way to baggage claim. I wiped my very moist forehead with the back of my hand. Strings of my hair stuck to my face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw two very tall and very tantalizing looking men holding a sign with my name on it.
JENNIFER MASON.
Crap on a craker! God, I've got big oval pit stains. And I panic, feeling my body go numb from worry. If they see me, they'll think I look gross and disgusting.
Just relax, Jenny. I told myself, trying not to hyperventilate after seeing the mysterious men’s charming—yet toothy—smiles. Just one foot in front the other. Just one foot...
And before I know it, my two left feet trip me up and...
THUD!
"Hey, don't worry. These floors are pretty slick," A low dark voice chuckled in my ear. “Wow, you look even hotter than your profile picture.”
I looked up and my body goes molten. One of the Hunter brothers grabbed my arm while the other carried my luggage. Profile picture, huh?
Accidentally, I leapt up into his chest. My face flushes red and I tuck some hair behind my ear, like some love-strung school girl.
“Are you guys my ride to the hotel?”
"Uh, yeah. Name's Kai. The boring one—over there..." Kai pointed to his brother. "Well, that's Logan."
Kai Hunter had a sturdy firm grip, broad shoulders and a massive size. His biceps flexed underneath his loose linen shirt. My heart stopped when he lifted his Ray Bans from his eyes and slides it back through his thick dirty blonde hair. He had these eye-catching wild bronze-copper eyes.
"Ignore him, he's good at turning up the charm...." Logan Hunter warned with an equally lethal sexy stare. “How was your trip? I bet you’re feeling a little awkward about the whole mating thing later tonight...”
I just nodded dreamily... wait, mating?
"Where am I staying?" I croaked still taken with how brawny and well-built these brothers were.
Logan nodded. "You're booked at the The Olde Habour Inn. It's ran by pair of brothers from our clan—good guys."
Clan? I squinted.
That's doesn't sound right. Don't over think, Jenny. Just have a good time.
"You cool with meeting up with some of our crew later?" Kai asked with that
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