A Taste of Paris (Illustrated Anthro WG Romance)

A Taste of Paris (Illustrated Anthro WG Romance)

When Shy Abby started her internship at a bakery in Paris, she didn't expect to be working for the beautiful, talented, outgoing Gia. Will romance bloom? Find out in A Taste of Paris, a furry / anthro illustrated story with weight gain elements. Includes dozens of shaded, colors pictures and 8,000 words. Excerpt below:

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â€œI wanted to ask, have you found a place yet, darling?â€ said Gia, as she locked up the front door.

â€œUhâ€¦no, Iâ€™m staying at a youth hostel until Iâ€¦â€

â€œGreat! So no place? Youâ€™ll stay with me, then,â€ she said, clasping her hands together.

Sheâ€™d phrased it as a statement of fact, rather than as an offer, I realized. Was talking that way a French thing, or was it a Gia thing?

Oh my God, I then thought â€“ Iâ€™m staying with her! It was exhilarating to think Iâ€™d be staying with Gia, but the thought that Iâ€™d be rooming with my boss seemed like a recipe for trouble.

â€œHow much do you want for rent? Because I canâ€™t afford â€¦â€ I asked, hoping that might give me an easy out.

â€œRent? Rent??â€ she asked, bursting into gales of laughter. I didnâ€™t know why she was laughing, but it proved infectious, and I started giggling too. It was so unlike hers â€“ mine being high pitched and chortling, like a schoolgirl watching a cartoon, and hers was deep, throaty, the kind of laugh you let out after hearing a raunchy joke.

â€œYou silly girl,â€ she said, reaching towards me and pulling me into a tight embrace, then planting two air kisses on either sides of my ears. This one felt more like it was a French rather than Gia thing, I decided â€“ but at this point, Gia clearly knew I was shy American, so her decision to do the gesture anyhow might itself qualify as a Gia thing.

â€œI wonâ€™t charge you aâ€¦how you say? Pretty penny,â€ she said as she pulled away.

â€œOhâ€¦thank you, thank youâ€¦â€ I babbled.

â€œCome,â€ she said, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the store. I assumed she was leading me to her place, and was surprised when we wandered into an outdoor market.

â€œYou live here?â€ I asked. I knew it was a stupid question before the words left my lips, so whyâ€™d I say it? Was being around Gia making me perpetually flustered, or was I just hoping to get another â€˜you silly girlâ€™ hug?

â€œYes, welcome home.â€ said Gia. â€œMy fireplace is that flambe, and my mattress is those loaves of bread.â€

Iâ€™d become so caught up in my own recriminations that it took me a few seconds to realize she was joking, and by then it felt too late to laugh. So I summoned up a grin, before reflexively closing my lips, on account of how I hated how big my teeth looked.

â€œLetâ€™s get supper, shall we?â€ said Gia, who practically danced her way across the aisles, buying this and that unfamiliar foodstuff. She spoke French to every shopkeep, but she spoke it so quickly that I couldnâ€™t hope to understand it. All I could take in was the garrulous raw sound, the inflection, the clearly cheery and pleasant tone with which she greeted the world. Even in English, I realized, sheâ€™d be speaking a foreign language to my ears.

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Country USA
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2017-05-23
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2017-05-23
Format	Kindle eBook

A Taste of Paris (Illustrated Anthro WG Romance)

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