Literature
Wind in the Willows the Mali Chronicles Sneak Peek
The spring sun glinted off the polished chrome of the canary-yellow roadster parked in the driveway of Jungle Manor. It was a machine built for speed, noise, and chaos—exactly the kind of vehicle that made the local constabulary wake up in a cold sweat..
Standing next to it, admiring her reflection in the side mirror, was Mali. The eighteen-year-old jungle princess had traded her loincloth for a scandalous, form-fitting leather racer suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The material was snug against her skin, hugging her wide hips and accentuating her bubbly breasts, while the zipper was pulled down just enough to show off an eye-catching display of ample cleavage. She posed, popping a hip, looking every bit the "Queen of the Road."
Mr. Krabs, the red crab salesman, rubbed his claws together greedily, his eyes practically turning into dollar signs. "A fine vessel for a fine lady! Agagagag! She purrs like a sea kitten, she does!"
Just then, the front doors of the
