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Pet My Easter Bunny
("Tales of the Blakeney Sisters" Book 4)
A humorous, erotic, paranormal romance
by Carolyn Gregg
from Red Rose Publishing
Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.
Rast Clemmons is the most arrogant, opinionated, and snobbish son of a bitch Penderly Blakeney has ever met. The fact that he is also her new boss only makes matters worse. With Easter and her birthday just around the corner, Penderly knows beyond a doubt that her heart's call works at the seafood plant. It's only a matter of time before she discovers who he is, and they seal their future together with the sex hex test. But first she has to get rid of Rast Clemmons, who is quickly becoming a major pain in the ass. Regardless of the outcome, that man has screwed up her life for the last time, and now she's ready to call for magical reinforcements.
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The need to talk to her sisters, to have them around her at this time of need, was too overwhelming. They had always been there for each other whenever one of them was distressed. But they're involved now in their own families, in their own lives.
Wrapping her arms around her shoulders, Penderly bent over and sobbed, rocking forward and back.
Penny. My angelic Penny.
She gasped at the sound of the comforting voice breaking through her misery. "Daddy?"
Somehow she managed to stumble back up the slope to the seafood plant. Bypassing the office, she went straight to the parking lot where the micro minibus was located. She doubted anyone would come looking for her if she was missed. And even if someone did, once they found out she'd last been seen in Clemmons' office, they would assume there had been a tiff regarding her job, and that she'd left in anger.
For once, Penderly was glad for the excuse.
She drove back to the farm to where her father was waiting for her on the front porch. Unlike past events when each daughter arrived home to face congratulations for finding her heart's call, Penderly fell sobbing against her father's broad chest. Amy was waiting inside to guide her over to the couch when they entered the living room.
They waited for the normally stoic Penderly to bring herself under control before Manderly spoke.
"Sometimes the course of love does not run smooth."
"No shit. You think?" Penderly shot back.
Amy kept her arms around her sister, providing the comfort she knew her sibling needed. "Tell us about it," she urged.
They already knew about Rast Clemmons, having heard her rant about him ever since the man first showed up and began decimating people's lives.
"He called me in." She took another deep breath to calm herself as she wiped her eyes with the tissue that magically appeared in her hands. Blowing her nose, she felt a lot calmer, yet inside she felt the insane need to go back to the plant and literally throw herself back into the man's arms. Even now she could still feel the hot, soft press of his mouth on hers.
"He called you in to fire you?" Amy asked.
"No. To reduce my hours."
"Tell us about the egg," her father said, and Penderly managed a small smile. Her father would know about the egg, even if they'd never told him.
"Remember me calling and asking you about the boiled egg in my lunch sack?" she reminded her sister. "Well, when I was in his office I saw an empty container from The Cauldron, and it was like...I dunno...it was like this light went off in my head, and I could feel my whole body grow numb. I asked him what he'd eaten for lunch, and he mentioned a boiled egg...with orange and green swirls in the yolk."
"Like yours?" Amy said.
"Mine was all blue. No swirls."
"What made you certain?" their father continued.
"When he grabbed me. I think I was on the verge of passing out when he jumped up from his desk and came over to keep me from falling. It was..." She hugged herself as the memory of his touch returned—the need to snuggle against him, wrapped in his cotton-soft warmth, enveloped in his tender care.
And then there had come the fire, searing through her like a match sparking to life as his kiss reached all the way to her womb. Penderly pressed her thighs together as her body shuddered in reaction.
"You kissed," Manderly stated.
"And then you knew," Amy whispered.
"I think I've known from the start. I sensed...I sensed he worked at the plant, but I thought he might be someone I'd known for years, like Sandy and Grant. Or maybe he was someone new to the plant, like a new worker on the docks." She slowly shook her head. "I never thought..." The tears started again. "How...help me. How can I hate a man and desire him, too?"