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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Book Summary I am known by many names. My beloved mother called me Flopsy Lapin. Lady Grace Satin jokes that I am the wickedest rabbit in all of the world. Her father, Lord Satan, dares to label me a mobster street rabbit. You, my friend, may call me the Godrabbit. Lady Grace is the only female I lust after. My bloodstained hands are unworthy of holding her, so when a high-class hooker with Lady Grace's face, voice, scent, and everything else, wanders into my casino, I make her an offer she can't refuse. This leads to a night I will never forget. Note: The Godrabbit is a prequel to Protect And Serve: Badge Bunny, and is not actually part of the Protect and Serve series. We're just -- ahh -- keeping it in the family, so to speak.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [52 KB]
Words: 10454
Reading time: 29-41 min.

Praise for The Godrabbit "I don't know how Ms. Sax does it but she has written some awesome books that define the word entertainment. The Godrabbit rocks!" -- Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Reviews

01 Grace's Blog

Males are perverse creatures. Over the past two years, I've sent Flopsy Lapin an embarrassing array of kiss-me signals, and I've been completely ignored. When I finally lose my mind and visit his casino, decked out in an outfit that would make a stripper blush, he's so eager to fuck me, he's willing to pay through his twitching nose for the privilege.

On a regular day, Lady Grace Satin wouldn't use a crude word like fuck, but I'm not feeling like myself tonight. I have a bad case of the sluts, which is why Flopsy's henchman assumes I'm a hooker. The battle-ax of a nurse examining me for God knows what kind of diseases knows better. For some bizarre reason, she keeps that knowledge to herself.

So I stand on the threshold to Flopsy's study, ironically the room where we first met, and wonder what in the blue blazes I'm doing. I'm not a hooker. I'm a virgin, and I don't know how to please a sophisticated mobster like Flopsy.

The flutter of fear that makes me want to upchuck flattens when I spot my big, bad bunny shifter. Flopsy is slumped in a brown leather armchair, staring into the unlit fireplace. What he sees there, I have no idea, but the normally cocky, confident Godrabbit appears weary and defeated. Optimism inflates my flat chest because even my inept sexual fumblings can't make him feel any worse than he looks right now.

"Come here." His voice is deep and rich like the cognac he has cradled in one hand. I swing my hips as I walk, imitating the movements of the scantily clad cocktail waitresses he employs. They're not hookers, but as I don't know any hookers, they'll have to do for role models.

"Kneel." Flopsy spreads his legs. He's impeccably dressed, as usual, in a dark three-piece suit. That phrase "crime doesn't pay" is a load of hooey. It does pay -- very, very well. I kneel between his legs and look up at him, awaiting further instructions. If he coaches me all the way, I may have a chance at pulling this off.

His brown eyes glint, and his nose twitches as he examines me. I freeze, worry twisting my insides. Does he recognize me? That would so bite the big carrot. He'd give me that tired you're-too-good-for-me speech, pat me on my head like I'm five years old, and send me home in one of his big, black limousines. I would then expire of sexual frustration, and my gravestone would read, "Here lies a rabbit who didn't get any."

"Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin." Flopsy reaches out as though to touch my face, only to, at the last second, drop his hand. "Mon Dieu, you look like her." I perk up. I look like someone else. They say that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world but as an only child, I've never seen any bunny shifter remotely resembling me. "Tonight, your name is Grace, understand?"

Wait a cottontail minute! Grace is my name.