Spice Girls: Ginger

By Kat Crimson

Don't piss off the ginger!

Ginger: That's me. It's more than just a name or hair color. It's in every cell and fiber of my being, and right now it’s manifesting as some serious road rage!

The most attractive, arrogant, alpha male a$$hole I've ever set eyes on has just tried to run me off the road. Then he has the nerve to flip me off! As if that weren't bad enough, he actually rolled down his window - not to apologize - but to ask me out on a date!!! Of all the...!

I swear, if I weren't busy trying to resurrect the family bakery, and save myself, and my four sisters, in the process, I would show him the meaning of Pissed Off Ginger! If I never see that a$$hole again, it’ll be much too soon! I hate him.

Ben: Gingers! Every. Damn. Time. They are my weakness, and I've (almost literally) just run into the ginger of my dreams. For me, it's love at first sight. But she hates my guts. I let her slip away, this time, but I swear I am going to find her and make her mine, if it’s the last thing I do.
**Warning: this book is brimming with sugary sweet insta love, over-the-top sexual shenanigans, and almost too much explosive chemistry to be contained within such a quick read. HEA Guaran-damn-teed!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kat Crimson
• Release date: Dec 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463493106

Kat Crimson

Kat Crimson is the author of sweet, filthy, intelligent smut. Romantic erotica that slips in under your defenses and arouses your mind as much as your middle bits, pausing to touch your heart along the way. She is a friend to all beasts, an accomplished pastry chef and lover of nature.Pick up a FREE copy of SEDUCED BY 2 the first volume in her wildly popular MMF Bisexual Menage Romance Series, and let the addiction begin!

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Ginger

GINGER

SPICE GIRLS VOLUME 1

KAT CRIMSON

Spunky Publications, LLC

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Copyright © 2017 by Kat Crimson

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BORING DISCLAIMER

This book contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature and is intended for mature audiences only (18+).

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older, because of course they are - what kind of a monster do you take me for?

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INTRODUCTION

DON'T PISS OFF THE GINGER!

Ginger: That's me. It's more than just a name or hair color. It's in every cell and fiber of my being, and right now it’s manifesting as some serious road rage!

The most attractive, arrogant, alpha male a$$hole I've ever set eyes on has just tried to run me off the road. Then he has the nerve to flip me off! As if that weren't bad enough, he actually rolled down his window - not to apologize - but to ask me out on a date!!! Of all the…!

I swear, if I weren't busy trying to resurrect the family bakery, and save myself, and my four sisters, in the process, I would show him the meaning of Pissed Off Ginger! If I never see that a$$hole again, it’ll be much too soon! I hate him.

Ben: Gingers! Every. Damn. Time. They are my weakness, and I've (almost literally) just run into the ginger of my dreams. For me, it's love at first sight. But she hates my guts. I let her slip away, this time, but I swear I am going to find her and make her mine, if it’s the last thing I do.

**Warning: this book is brimming with sugary sweet insta love, over-the-top sexual shenanigans, and almost too much explosive chemistry to be contained within such a quick read. HEA Guaran-damn-teed!

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GINGER

"W akee, wakee Nutmeg I've got big news!" I told my little sister, over speakerphone, from behind the wheel of my car.

I told you not call me that, she fired back. Call me Megan.

Megan’s not your name, dummy, I retorted. This was an argument we’d had a million times before. I could have solved the problem by simply calling her Meg, for short, but it was so much more fun to annoy her.

I’m a ginger, through and through. It’s more than just a hair color or a name for me.

Anyway, that’s not the point, I continued.

Only a crazy person would name their child Nutmeg, she complained, refusing to let the issue drop. It’s a form of child abuse, she added dramatically.

Hasn’t anyone ever warned you not to speak ill of the dead? I chastised. The two-year anniversary of mom and dad’s death was coming up next month.

They’d been out delivering day old baked goods to the local food bank when their car hit a patch of black ice. They veered off course, spun ninety degrees, crossed the double yellow lines and crashed, head-on, into a solid wall of rock. At full velocity.

The road they’d been traveling on had been sheered straight out of the side of a mountain and there was no guardrail along that stretch to redirect their vehicle. We were told they died instantly upon impact.

Oh stuff it Ginger, she pouted over the phone. You know I miss them too, she half apologized. "What’s got you so fired up anyway? Why the hell are you calling me on speakerphone, at six, bloody am, in the morning? Shouldn’t you be asleep? I know I should." She grumbled that last bit almost inaudibly.

Maybe if you’d hush up for a single, damn second, I’d be able to tell you, I huffed. I was more than just a little exasperated by this point. She was totally squashing all of my excitement – killing it and burying it underneath all of her early morning misery. I’m on my way to city hall to renew the permits and licenses for the bakeshop! I told her excitedly. I’m reopening it, I added quickly, before she could cut in again.

Why? She asked in a tone that nearly managed to crush the last little glimmer of enthusiasm I was still holding onto.

Ugh, you’re such a downer, I told her. "Should I stop by there instead, so you can take a crap all over my head, while you’re at it?"

Gross, Ginger, my sister admonished.

I call it like I see it, though. She was taking a real dump all over my awesome plans.

You understand why I’d question your judgment, right? She asked. "If mom and dad hadn’t lost their lives in the accident, the bakery would surely have killed them. It was totally draining the life out of them. They were perpetually on the verge of going under, for years.

We were lucky we got enough money from the settlement and their life insurance policies to pay our vendors and still keep up with the mortgage for the last two years, while we pretended to think about what to do with the place.

"Duh! I know that