Bedded by the Best Man (BBW Romance)
Dailey Carnes had learned to accept the fact that she was well, bigger. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to catch the eye of handsome Tyson Graham at his sister’s wedding. It just meant she was realistic enough to know that was never going to happen outside a fairy tale.
Strange thing is, Cinderellas come in all shapes and sizes. More
After years of trying to forget her high school crush, Dailey Carnes returns home to take part in her best friend's wedding. Unfortunately, her crush is none other than Tyson Graham, her best friend's older brother.
Will he still see her as the fat girl everyone called "Dailey Double?" Determined to avoid him as much as possible, Dailey is stunned when Ty makes a move she didn’t see coming. She might just get the chance to bed the best man after all..."
WARNING: For mature audiences only. This story is sweet and spicy and contains some explicit language. It is a short novella of approximately 6,500 words. Oh yes, it does have a happily-ever-after.
Her plan had been to treat Ty with false sophistication–and stay out of his way as much as possible. She hadn’t thought she’d run into him quite so soon. She’d arrived in town with barely enough time to say a quick hello to her parents before heading straight to the rehearsal dinner. Hoping to make a hasty entrance and an even quicker exit, she’d veered straight to Lisa and her fiancé, Harold, hugged her best friend fiercely, wished them both well, and left them to greet the rest of their family and friends.
She’d slipped into the buffet line, planning to grab a few items before taking a seat and waiting for the right time to exit. She hadn’t felt bad about her strategy since Harold and Lisa had come to the city several times in the last year and they’d all gone out together. Dailey wished now that she’d brought Steve, her on-again-off-again boyfriend with her. But he’d been getting on her nerves lately and she’d told herself since she wasn’t planning on staying long, it wasn’t worth the effort.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around knowing she couldn’t put this off any longer. She looked up, way up, into Ty’s handsome face and felt that same kick of desire she’d felt since she was sixteen years old. How could any one man be so damn fine? He was six-four, with inky-black hair, dark skin, deep green eyes, and a mouth so sexy she’d often had trouble understanding his words because she’d been watching his lips move and dreaming about what they’d feel like on hers—and on other sensitive parts of her anatomy.