Beatrix: Tales From The Bookcase

By Bronn Francis

In the years following the Reprisals, things were being remade.

When Beatrix was pink-slipped by email she knew that she had big decisions to make.
Give up? Or start over.

After a chat with her aunt and watching a movie, Beatrix decided to relocate and start over.

What happened next brought her a new zest for living. A new business opportunity.

And a man she hadn't ever even dreamed of.

This book is set in the 2050's.So it could happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jonarma Publishing
• Release date: Oct 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201032470

Bronn Francis

Bronn Francis is an empty nester who lives with her husband and spoiled moggy cat in the Eastern part of the State of Victoria in Australia. When Covid 19 came and made everyone do things differently, Bronn and a couple of friends decided that they would stop being just readers and try their our hands at being authors too. One of their small group had been playing at creating a world for his stories to be located in. When Bronn asked to be allowed to use the world her friend has created, she was told to "go for it". As long as she agreed to let the others in the group use her characters in cameo roles. Bronn agreed in a flash. Bronn is a woman of a certain age, as they say in books. Bronn and the other group members wanted to publish as many books as possible which led to a group decision to focus on writing short stories.That way Bronn and her friends could get more stories written and published for you to read. Maybe some novellas will appear over time.. Bronn loves to read romances with a HEA so she's sticking to writing them for a while. When she's not writing Bronn loves to go and photograph interesting places in the bush. Then try painting them. Some are recognisable. If you enjoy Bronn's stories, do please tell your friends. If you don't, Please tell Bronn. So she can learn from her mistakes.

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BEATRIX

By Bronn Francis

A Clean BBW Romance

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CHAPTER 1

Beatrix still could not believe her eyes. The pig had pink slipped her. By email. Over the weekend. When she couldn’t do anything about it. She closed her email program and shut down her laptop. Then walked into the kitchen to grab herself some comfort food.

Lucky me! Still one of my cream doughnuts left from last night. That and a cup of coffee first and then I’ll call Aunt Millie. See what suggestions she’s got for me. Beatrix thought to herself.

When Beatrix had first read the email her supervisor had sent her yesterday she had thought it was a joke. How could anyone fire an employee by email and over the weekend? It made no sense. Now it was Sunday and the wretched email was still sitting in her Inbox. Her first reaction had been disbelief. This was followed by a crying jag and then by a pig-out that had involved lots of cream filled doughnuts. Finally, anger had surfaced. Not the usual pattern that grief followed but it had worked pretty well for her. Now she had decisions to make.

On the day of her mother’s funeral her Aunt Millie had told her that she could always talk to her if she needed a shoulder to cry on. Aunt Millie was one of the kindest women she knew. Which was a bit of a surprise considering that her father and his brother who was her aunt’s ex-husband  were both rats of the first order. Her father had walked out years ago and hadn’t been heard of since. Her uncle, who had been married to Aunt Millie, had been a wife beater and serial philanderer. Although Beatrix hadn’t known about that until recently. Now that she and her cousins were grown women Aunt Millie had told them about Uncle Jeff and how he had kept going away and then coming back whenever he felt like it. Until one day he had gone away about ten years before and had never been seen since. Not that anyone cared. Apparently he had been killed in prison.

After putting her coffee mug in the sink and filling it with water Beatrix made her way into the lounge where she sat down picked up her mobile phone. Once she had located her aunt’s phone number in a contact list she pressed the button and waited for her call to be connected.

Hi there Beatrix. How is life in your part of the world? Came Millie Dalton’s cheery greeting.

My world has turned to crap, Aunt Millie. That’s why calling you. When Mum died you told me that I could call you if I ever needed to. I do need to talk to you now. If you’ve got the time, that is. Are the twins awake or asleep? Beatrix replied.

Conrad and Jocelyn are out with Connor. He is taking them for a walk in their stroller. He won’t be back for half an hour or so, so we’ve got time to talk if you need to. I meant it when I said that you can talk to me whenever you need a shoulder to cry on. What’s going on? Said Millie.

Beatrix told her aunt about the email her supervisor has sent her yesterday telling her that her services were no longer required. How she had worked her rear off for the last six years for the company. That she had thought she was doing pretty well.

Well Beatrix, that’s all sounds pretty good. But I’m now going to be the bitch here. Your mother once told me that you always try to look on the world as a happy place. I think that the Reprisals have shown that it really isn’t. Not all the time anyway. Some people are like you and me. But others are like your father and Uncle Jeff. Both of them were terrible men. It sounds as if your supervisor is another one. Just a weaker version if he had to send you an email because he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he was terminating you in person. Said Millie.

"I hadn’t thought about him like that but you are right. He spends most of his time sucking up to his own