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    Being His: Being Me #2 (BBW Contemporary Romance)
    Being His: Being Me #2 (BBW Contemporary Romance)
    Being His: Being Me #2 (BBW Contemporary Romance)
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    Being His: Being Me #2 (BBW Contemporary Romance)

    By Mac Flynn

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    ** Due to mature sexual content, recommended for readers aged 18+ **

    THE BEING ME SERIES - A sassy office worker catches the eyes of her handsome new boss.
    Book #1 - Being Me
    Book #2 - Being His

    Mitsy Collins is on her way to a gloriously happy life with her fiancee, but they have a few speed bumps to pass over in the form of his family. Her brave white knight cowers in fear of his stoic and stuffy parents, while one of his sisters is certifiable and the other is a Disney villain in disguise out to thwart their happy union.

    How will Mitsy survive the dirty looks, snide remarks, and tofu? Will she and Mr. Perkins be driven from the house, or will Mr. Perkins drive the family dog up the walls?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMac Flynn
    Release dateJan 13, 2014
    ISBN9781310491801
    Being His: Being Me #2 (BBW Contemporary Romance)
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    Mac Flynn

    A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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      Being His - Mac Flynn

      1

      A re we there yet?

      No.

      Are we there yet?

      No.

      Are we there yet?

      Mitsy, I swear to God I’m going to turn this car around and drive straight back home. That was Steven Dunner, formerly my boss and now my fiance. He was at the wheels of his fancy car driving us to his parents’ house for a week of family bonding.

      My name’s Monica Collins, but you can call me Mitsy for short, all my friends do. Mr. Perkins was in the backseat in his carrier meowing for his canned cat food and adding to Steven’s misery. I couldn’t blame him; this car ride was longer than I expected. We had left the city four hours before and still weren’t at his parents’ place. All around us was a thick serving of trees with the occasional side dish of dirt road and abandoned cabin. I swear I even saw one or two skeletons beside warning signs written in red lettering warning us to turn back or meet our doom.

      How far was this place again? I asked him. He was playing all mysterious with who his parents were and where they lived.

      Almost there, just a few more corners, Steven replied.

      You said that a couple of mountains ago, I pointed out. We had climbed to a high enough altitude to touch the moon and still weren’t there. I didn’t dare open the window for fear all the air would suck out into the vacuum of space. Should I have brought an oxygen mask?

      My parents’ house is big enough you may never even find the doors leading outside, he assured me.

      Ah-ha! So your parents have a huge house! I exclaimed. That was the most I’d gotten out of him since he thought up this family get-together. I had to admire his perseverance against my constant barrage of questioning; it took a tough man to survive a woman curious and stubborn.

      And that’s all I’m going to say about it, he replied.

      I smirked and slid over toward his chair; the seatbelt put a cramp on my sexy style by trying to strangle me. How can you be sure I won’t find out anything else?

      Because we’re here.

      We whipped around another corner and a large mansion with a matching lawn came into view. My mouth dropped open while my wide eyes wandered over the countless large windows along the long two floors. Each window looked into extravagance that made a five-star hotel look shabby, and on one side of the house was a large pool. In the back I glimpsed a tennis court with a small hedge maze. Steven drove us up to the pair of twin doors and the few steps that made up the entrance and got out, but I hesitated. The gravel driveway was pearl-white and I was afraid my plebeian upbringing would soil the dirt.

      Steven walked around, opened my door and offered his hand. Come on, they don’t bite, he encouraged me with a laugh.

      But what’ll they say when they find out I do? I teased him as he helped me out. Especially when I start drooling on the furniture.

      Well, they can fumigate the place during the winter, Steven replied. I raised an eyebrow and he sheepishly grinned back. This is just their summer retreat. They go south for the winter.

      I blinked. Summer retreat? I gave the place another look just to make sure we were seeing the same house; yep, it was still huge, and I was still confused. I looked back to him and folded my arms across my chest. I think you need to do some explaining before-

      Stevie! a voice yelled behind me. Steven was standing in front of me one moment and on the ground at the next. A girl of about sixteen was on top of his chest and giving him a death hug. I would have been jealous if I didn’t think she was out to suffocate him more than make love to him. You finally made it! Mom and dad were so worried you’d careened off a cliff or got eaten by bears!

      Nothing that dramatic, just took my time, Steven replied with a laugh.

      More like drove like a maniac, I muttered.

      My words reminded him I was still there, so he peeled the girl off him and stood them both up. He smiled and gestured to me. Nicole, this is Mitsy. Mitsy, this is my little sister Nicole.

      The girl leaned forward and squinted at me. She circled me, and looked me up and down with a careful scrutiny. She’s different then the others you brought. You going to keep this fish or- Her eyes found the ring on my engagement hand and she jumped on my arm like a rabid wolf on fresh meat. She’s got a shiny! the girl shrieked. I didn’t think I was going to have my hand for much longer the way she was twisting the ring around my finger.

      Nicole, where are your manners! a sharp voice snapped at us. A tall, skinny young woman about my age came out of the open front doors and Nicole snapped at attention.

      Um, I left them inside, let me go find them, Nicole replied. She sped around the woman and shot inside.

      The young woman sighed and shook her head. What in the world are we ever going to do with that wild one?

      Well, I’d start with a rabies shot and go from there, I quipped. Too late did I notice Steven slicing his hand across his neck as a warning; that, or the scene needed to be cut short.

      The woman whipped her head over to me and raised an eyebrow. Who are you? she questioned me.

      I sweetly smiled and gave a flourishing bow. I am forever your humble servant, madam.

      I didn’t know we needed a new maid, she shot back.

      Um, Elizabeth, this is Mitsy, Steven managed to intercept any more biting remarks. Mitsy, this is my other sister, Elizabeth.

      I smiled at my future in-law

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