What it would be like to have that massive body pinning mine down, all muscle and heat and growl.
What his beard would feel like against my neck.
What those golden eyes would look like right before he lost control.
Yeah, I’ve imagined it.More than once.
And I know he’s thought about it too.
I see it in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention.Hear it in the way his voice drops when he says my name like it means something.
But here’s the problem—scratch that, there are multiple problems.
One, this is my first solo DPCA field assignment.
I’m here to evaluate whether this weird little town full of magical misfits gets to stay on the map or gets decommissioned like a broken-down amusement park.
My report could literally decide the fate of Arrhythmia.
And that’s not small.
Two, I have a job to do.
A serious one.
That does not involve riding the Sheriff’s D-Train like it's part of the local attractions.
And three?
I have sort of a history with men.
Not the good kind.
It’s the kind where I’ve always been the fun one, the spicy one, the one they want to hook up with in secret—but never the one they want to keep.Never the one they want to come home to.
So, I live with it.Not like there’s any other choice.
I’m just not happy ending material—not the hearts-and-flowers, sunset-kisses, Disney-plus-princess kind of girl.
I’m more the plot twist you survive.
The messy chapter before the credits roll.
The “hot but complicated” side character that readers either love or want to slap.
Let’s be real here.I’m a curvy Jersey girl with a resting bitch face, a sharp tongue, and thighs that start brush fires if I walk too fast in cheap leggings.
I drink my coffee black, my tequila neat, and I’ve got zero patience for bullshit—or beige.
Do I love my body?
Hell yes, I do.
I’ve earned every damn inch of it—hips made for slaying in wrap dresses, arms strong from carrying grief and groceries, and a rack that could silence Congress if I tried hard enough.If someone doesn’t like it?
That’s athemproblem.
But I’m not delusional.
