It’s an actual collision when Tobias Duncan, 57, meets Laura Keell, 55. To Laura, Tobias is like a charging bull elephant.
Tobias can’t forget the beautiful plus-sized woman and Laura finds herself dreaming of Tobias. Sadly, both know they’ll never see each other again. That is, until Laura’s chance meeting with a friend of Tobias.
But there is a problem that neither share. Tobias wants a woman who dictates the terms during sex. And Laura? Laura loves to be in charge.
They drop hints over a few weeks until a rather interesting event sees Laura confess. Immediately their romance goes from simmering to sizzling.
Nothing can come between them as their love grows—that is, until a tragedy strikes.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys
Excerpt:
Laura checked the tenants’ board, confirming the solicitor’s office she needed was on the first floor. Rather than use the lifts, thinking a little exercise might be good, Laura opened the stairwell door and began climbing. Her heart pounded, and not only from the exercise. She wondered what the meeting would mean for her.
As she arrived on the first floor, she reached out with her left hand to open the door. It suddenly slammed open, knocking her backward. Somehow, she grabbed at the doorknob as she fell, saving herself from a dangerous tumble down the long steep flight of stairs.
“What the fuck?” a deep voice bellowed.
Laura attempted to stand, putting her hands on the ground, only to have a bolt of agony shoot up her left arm. Twisting, she managed to get to her feet using the nearby railing with her right hand. She glared across at the attractive man as she stood.
Before she had a chance to open her mouth, he continued yelling, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Never one to back down, Laura glared daggers at the man, shouting, “Me? What the fuck were you doing opening the door like a frigging bull elephant charging a car?”
His indignant reply of, “I did not!” inflamed Laura.
“No? Well, in that case, how was I knocked off my feet?”
She wanted to add “Mr. Smarty Pants,” but maybe it would be a bit too much.
“You shouldn’t have been there,” he responded irrationally.
Laura couldn’t believe his attitude.
“What? I shouldn’t use the stairs, but you can? Come off it, Tembo.” She fought the urge to slap his handsome face as she suggested, “Just admit you charged through that door without thinking of other people.”
Again, he bellowed, “I did not!”
“You did! You’re just a fucking angry, bull elephant, Tembo, charging without looking or caring.”
“Not true! And my name’s not Tembo,” he barked.
“I know Tembo’s Swahili for elephant, because that’s what you are—a crazy bull elephant!” she shot back.
