Big Gator: A BBW shape shifter paranormal romance by Annora Soule Page B

unusual hexes and strange symbolic acts, and it can
involve using regular household implements in interesting ways.
                  According
to historical record, Hoodoo was a mere child in the South– less
than a decade old in its independent existence as a practical system
– when Eve LaBelle started turning everyone into alligators. 
So, she was an original, if not THE original, Hoodoo Queen.
                  Being
a shifter was not always easy, that's for sure.  Brandy
preferred it, though, because overall it gave her a better life than
if she were a normal human. She was less-than-the-ideal woman
according to American cultural expectations, but she was quite
desirable by alligator standards.  The reason she was single was
mostly choice. 
                  Brandy
needed a can-do man, one who would take charge and earn her respect;
but she was smart enough not to be fooled into accepting a Bad Boy
imitation of the Real Thing.  Unfortunately, the shifter
community was filled with true Bad Boys and not enough of the Real
Thing.  And, it was not remotely feasible for her to get
involved with a man who was not a shifter.  So, it was a
Catch-22.               
Brandy got leered at, flirted with, and pursued, but she had to keep
up a bitch shield and fend them all off. It was getting exhausting,
and even a little depressing.  Brandy was lonely and sick of
waking up in the morning all by herself in her bed.
                  Her
cousin Jenny and all the other self-loathing shifters believed that
if they managed to track down a true blood relative of Madame LaBelle
who also practiced Hoodoo at her level – meaning that this relative
actually 'had the gift' so to speak, being powerful on par with Eve
herself – then they could force that person to lift the curse.
                  The
fight within the Guyette family, however, revolved around the fact
that it was an all-or-nothing deal.  Either ALL the Guyettes and
ALL the other families would cease to be shifters, or NONE of them
would. Most Guyettes wanted to keep things the way they were. 
They liked being shifters, despite some major drawbacks.
                 “ Jenny
thinks she has found someone out your way, actually,” Aunt
Josephine said.
                  Brandy
laughed.
                 “ We've
been down this road before,” Brandy said. “LaBelle is a common
name, and most have no relation to Eve LaBelle.”
                  Madame
LaBelle hailed from Baton Rouge, the daughter of freed slaves who had
chosen their own surname. She was a bit French herself, being Creole,
but she was NOT part of the mainstream LaBelle family tree tied to
that region. Her first two husbands had disappeared under mysterious
circumstances, and some say that Eve LaBelle was barren and so she
could never have children.               
Others strongly disagreed over this last fact.
                  Marianne
was starting to stir awake. When she overheard Brandy's statement,
she lashed her tail.  Marianne immediately knew what was up, and
she didn't like it one bit.  She, too, had heard this story
before.  Marianne shifted back into human form, angrily putting
on her thong and her shorts and stretching on a tiny T-shirt over her
bra-less cleavage.  Marianne was pretty and genuinely likeable
enough that she made trashy look cute, even when she was pissed.
                  Ray
was enjoying himself.  This was the real reason he was hanging
out with them. He was a bit of a jerk, and he was always waiting for
the quick shift of a female to get a glimpse of something he liked. 
He preferred a woman who looked like Brandy, but more than once he
had propositioned the two of them for a threesome.
                 “ What
the hell ?”
Marianne hissed, close to Brandy's ear.
                  Brandy
reached out and