Vampire Cop: Big Beautiful Woman Paranormal Romance

By Selina Coffey

John came to the rescue when Stacy was attacked by three young boys wanting to torment her and take what she has!

 

Stacy is beautiful but she doesn't see it! She is addicted to food, using food to ease the tormenting memory that is still haunting her day after day! "Lose weight or die", her doctor told her! But the doctor never really told her how! John is a cop on motorcycle!! But he's far more than that. He's a vampire with a load of money and hot as hell! He sees Stacy, really sees her! John knows that Stacy is special and beautiful and he wants to help her... and love her, if she will ever let him in! Can Stacy bring change to her own life and heal the lonely vampire who has come to her rescue? Will her love be enough to save them both?

 

WARNING: This ebook contains mature language and themes, intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lovy Books Ltd
• Release date: Aug 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223977018

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Stacy Collins looked into the mirror over her bathroom sink and studied the features that stared back at her. A chinless face, hidden beneath a layer of fat; even her nose was almost hidden within the depths of the prison she had created for herself. Overweight, out of shape, her doctor had told her only a few hours ago that if she didn’t do something soon, she would be dead within a year.

Beneath the fat, she knew a pretty face was hiding. However, her warm brown eyes were drowning within folds of flesh, the fat so thick that her eyes were almost swollen shut. Hers was a face that had seen abuse and pain, a face that wanted to hide from the world and not be noticed anymore. At 28, her only relationships with men had been much regretted one night stands. They were usually regretted by the men; once they woke up and saw what they had drunkenly fallen into bed with. Usually they couldn’t get out of the door fast enough. Stacy hid in her home. In her body, people did not notice her and she liked that just fine. Huffing as she moved from the sink to retrieve her mobile in the kitchen, she passed empty takeaway boxes that fell over, unnoticed; blending in with the litter on the floor. Stacy would have a cleaner come in at the end of the week and the boxes and other debris would all disappear.

Stacy lived in her own world now, one where her father’s fists no longer existed. But the words, the memories still tormented her. The man had been dead for three years, yet she still remembered the ugly sting of the things he’d scream at her, unleashing his anger at her runaway mother on the daughter left behind. He’d been right, after all. She had amounted to nothing and she was no good; just like her mother.

Picking up the mobile, she called to order more food. The one thing that took the pain away; the pleasure of happy taste buds made her forget it all; only to be told the delivery driver hadn’t come in to work so she’d have to pick the food up herself. Stacy stood in her kitchen, considering whether it was worth half a mile of walking to pick up her favourite pizzas. It would be tough, but her doctor did tell her to start watching what she ate and to exercise.

Stacy justified the consumption of two extra-large pizzas by telling herself that she was going to burn it all off with the walk. Yes, the walk would do her some good; burn off a few calories before she replaced them. She ignored the logic that said she was just putting it straight back into her body and wasting her time. She struggled to the living room to get her coat and handbag.

Heading down to the shop she ignored the calls of three boys making pig noises at her. Stacy had stopped hearing the insults others threw at her long ago and continued to trundle through in her own little world. Her breath pumped out in tight little bursts; she was already worn out, but needed to feed the hunger within her, the urge to lose herself in her addiction. She went into the shop, paid for her pizzas and walked back out again; oblivious to the stares of the man in the shop, or that the young boys in hooded sweatshirts had followed her into the store and back out again.

She ignored their hurtful words but stopped when she felt something hit her in the back. She let out a yelp of pain and