Synopses & Reviews
Synopsis
Hazel crouched behind the rack of potato chips at the gas station. She had run in to pay for her gas and decided to buy a lottery ticket for her birthday. "Hey, twenty-two could be lucky " she repeated her thoughts back to herself in mockery. Now, she peeked around the shelving to see the masked men standing at the counter in front of the shaking teenage girl standing at the cash register. Their guns were pointed steadily at the young cashier as she tried to shove the money from her drawer into a bag. Thank goodness the gunmen had not seen Hazel. She had leaned over to pick up a candy bar from the bottom row of the shelves when they had entered the store. "Hey, it's almost like birthday cake," the snarky inner voice whispered to her. For once, Hazel was pleased that she had decided to splurge on the calories. One of the gunmen started to pace. His path was getting closer to her aisle. Hazel decided to ease back to the end of the aisle. She tried to shift backward silently. Inching her way, she smiled at her stealth. "Who said a curvy woman couldn't be physically coordinated?" "Crash " Multicolored snack cakes went flying as Hazel's round bottom bumped into the display case knocking it over with a loud noise. Hazel looked up in a panic to see the pacing gunman right in front of her with his rifle pointed at her face. Looking down the long metal barrel of the rifle, Hazel put up her hands and began babbling, "I'm sorry. I didn't see anything." She thought she remembered that criminals needed assurance that there were no witnesses to testify. In the next few seconds, the shiny, waxed floor in front of her began to shimmer. She lost her balance and began to fall forward. She tried to brace her hands on the floor to steady herself. Her fingertips met emptiness. They penetrated the shimmering glow, and her body fell through behind them. She briefly heard a shout from the gunman asking, "What the f...?" but the last word was cut off as the snack row at the gas station evaporated.She felt like she was falling for a couple of seconds and she started to yell, "Aaaahhhhhh " Her voice stopped abruptly as she realized that she had stopped falling and was now cradled firmly in someone's arms. She looked at the thick, muscular forearm wrapped around her torso. "No one has an arm that large," she thought in amazement. Hazel looked up tracing an incredibly broad, naked chest to a thick neck that supported a very chiseled jawline covered by a thick, red beard. Her eyes glanced over his jutting cheekbones to lock with piercing green eyes that danced with amusement. "Happy birthday, Hazel. How nice of you to drop in " Joyfully, he laughed as he squeezed her body to his massive frame. Pepper North brings you the third story in a magical new age play series The Magic of Twelve will share the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magicians are much older and physically larger. They have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblins needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic.The characters from the twelve novels in this series reappear to continue their stories. The novels are all complete stories. You do not need to read them in order, but Pepper thinks you may enjoy them more fully if you do The books in this series will feature invasive medical treatments, including thorough examinations and enemas, when required, as well as diaper changes, spankings and other punishments. If you are offended by age play (adults who choose to live as a Little or a parent of a Little), or dubious consent, this is not the book for you.
Synopsis
How weird can a 22nd birthday be
After staring down the barrel of a gun facing certain death one minute, Hazel is rescued in a most unusual way. Who is this enormous, handsome man? Where is she?
Happy birthday, indeed A brand-new life of magical delights unfolds before her to explore. Caring and guiding the curvy woman, the gorgeous sorcerer will reward her when she is good and correct her when she's not.
After years of building his magic, Conall's droblin has finally arrived. Holding his curvy treasure, he knows he will risk everything to protect her from the growing threat. First step, the bonding.
Synopsis
In the face of certain death, a highly unusual rescue will lead her to the new life she could never have imagined.
Hazel never expected to be staring down the barrel of a gun on her 22nd birthday. In the blink of an eye, she falls into the arms of an enormous, handsome man, who can't keep his hands off her curves. But where is she? What is this curious world the gorgeous sorcerer calls home?
The day that Conall has waited years for has finally arrived. Now that his shapely treasure is by his side, he'll stop at nothing to protect her. Rewarding her when she is good, correcting her when she is not, and showering her with the magical pleasure of a devoted Pappa, he will risk everything for his sweet droblin. But first, they must bond.
Readers Beware: The Magic of Twelve Series is intended to leave the audience enchanted and wanting more. Each of these fantastical love stories features sizzling scenes that may leave the reader as uncomfortable as the heroine's bottom. Tread carefully with the Sorcerers of Bairn if you are sensitive to high heat.