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KNIGHT FALL
    by Marina Maddix
     
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    Copyright 2012 Marina Maddix
    Cover design by Marina Maddix
    Cover photos ©CURAphotography/Veer and ©Harris Shiffman/CanStockPhoto
     
    The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
    This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
     
    About This Book:
    Struggling a rtist Kelly Saunders lives a dystopian life at a corporate job she hates. Her perverted boss thrills in torturing her simply because she finds him physically repulsive, her coworkers have shunned her because of her luscious curves and bodacious rack, and she can't quit or she'll lose her apartment. Will a chance — and extremely hot — encounter with a sexy biker at a gas station spell freedom or trouble?

     
     
Knight Fall
     
    Kelly uncrossed and recrossed her long, full legs for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her jiggling foot nearly shook her scuffed shoe right off. What was taking so long? Mr. Wigley had requested a meeting with her , not the other way around. She smoothed her flowing knee-length skirt, once again impressed that she'd scored such a nice piece for her work wardrobe from the local thrift shop. It was tough outfitting an artist's closet with corporate duds while trying to staunch the hemorrhaging bank account, but she thought she'd done an admirable — or at least adequate — job. This piece was suitable for work, but it also had a whiff of a Bohemian flair to it she found irresistible. She wouldn't be taking home the Best Dressed award at the office holiday party but she didn't care. She was only here for the paycheck.
    Wigley's anorexic assistant kept eyeing Kelly. She knew her size intimidated a lot of guys — most didn't want their date to be taller than them, and at a solid six feet, she often was — but she'd always been surprised that many women seemed to hate her before they ever met her. That's exactly what she'd encountered when she took this job. The guys ogled her more-than-ample tits and luscious curves but, with one disturbing exception, never made advances, and the women had brushed off her attempts at friendship from day one.
    Her mother had always told her the other girls were just jealous when she'd come home from school crying because some skinny popular girl had made cruel comments. But Kelly knew that wasn't it…or at least not all of it. She was different; she stood out. People are scared of that. They try so hard to fit a mold of what they think others expect that anyone who breaks that mold must be brought down.
    Plus they were jealous bitches.
    Kelly was tall and had full curves in all the right places. Big-boned is what her mother always called her, which didn't help her self-esteem as much as her mom had hoped. Sure, her waist was a little soft, and her ass was what some might call a 'bedonkadonk' — big, round and jiggly — but she wasn't so much overweight as she was just…big. That was never going to change, even with all the dieting in the world. She'd never be one of those petite little lemon drops jogging around the neighborhood in matching workout gear and hair bleached just the right shade of blond. For Kelly, exercise was a chore; something to get through to maintain her health — sort of like going to the dentist. It also helped counteract the calories in her nightly glass of wine and her weekly trip to the drive-thru.
    Some of the women at the office were obsessed with the gym. She didn't get it. They worked and worked and worked to get down to a size zero so they could attract men who were only attracted to size zeroes.