{"id":263003,"date":"2026-07-14T14:17:24","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:17:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hopper-daisy-jane\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:17:24","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:17:24","slug":"hopper-daisy-jane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hopper-daisy-jane\/","title":{"rendered":"Hopper – Daisy Jane"},"content":{"rendered":"
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If I can help Esther win, I\u2019ll do anything. Controlling my Easter-driven eroticism for one important meeting will be simple. Sure, Easter is the one day a year that I shift into my most primal, bunny form, hopping through the fields in search of my mate to enact the most carnal mating ritual possible. And sure, I\u2019ve never had the opportunity to mate on my holiday because I haven\u2019t been lucky enough to meet my mate until now and yes, hearing about my humping holiday while my un-humped mate sits beside me will be tough.<\/p>\n

But Esther needs this victory, Carrot Creek needs the victory, and I need Esther. Jumping my shoulders, I nod, nonchalant and cool. \u201cEasy peasy.\u201d Goodall\u2019s speech was shit, but it\u2019s the last thing on my brain now. \u201cOver one thousand chocolate eggs have been prepared, wrapped in bright colored foils, ready for children to find amongst the dewy grass on that sunny, cool Easter morning,\u201d Esther says, the crowd of townspeople quietly in awe, listening to her. Goodall promised buy-one-get-one hot chocolates at his event, and free RE-ELECT GOODALL buttons for everyone in attendance.<\/p>\n

How can he think his offer could possibly rival all that the Eggstravaganza can offer? I told myself I could hear about this festival, and envision all the Easter- related goodies without getting worked up. I told myself that getting through this meeting and being Esther\u2019s support is imperative.<\/p>\n

Carrot Creek loves Chelsey, and we need them to love Esther, too. That\u2019s the way she wins against Goodall. Though listening to her talk, and watching the faces in the crowd, I don\u2019t think she needs me as eye candy whatsoever. The way Esther talks about Easter, you\u2019d think she was a were-bunny, too.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s beautiful, and poetic, and it has everyone in the audience captivated. And it has me struggling. \u201cBaskets stuffed with shredded green paper, plastic eggs loaded with stickers and candies, silk ribbons tied in perfect bows atop each handle,\u201d she continues, describing the baskets she and her sister have created for the Carrot Creek kids. Heat blooms at the base of my throat, and my toes ache inside my boots. I glance over at Esther, her cheeks flush as she describes the smell of vinegar on her fingers, and the subtle smudge of blue dye on her wrist.<\/p>\n

Fuck, I can\u2019t hear all of this coming from her soft, melodic voice. Kicking the electrical plug flush on the ground, the tiny little Easter egg-shaped neon light that Esther set up on the table goes out, and I dive beneath, claiming technical difficulties.<\/p>\n

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OceanofPDF.com Blurb Jack Hopper I never meant for her to see me this way, half-man, half-fluff ball, hopping around my own yard under the full moon that made me into an oversized bunny. My life has been spent hiding this bushy secret, because what else is there? Who wants a partner with a mating season, cotton tail and floppy ears? But when Esther Basquette moved in next door, here to help save Carrot Creek\u2019s famous Easter Eggstravaganza, one word echoed through my were- bunny brain: mine.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s a ray of sunshine when she smiles, and her laugh is so cute that when I hear it, I have to fight the urge to shift into Hopper, my bunny alter, chase her through the carrot fields and mate her mine. With a full moon rising, and my Easter heat coming up, I hope Esther will hop into my bed and my heart.<\/p>\n

But will she still like me when she knows I\u2019m a man-bunny? OceanofPDF.com \u201cT 1 hat\u2019s the last bag,\u201d I sigh, dropping my fourth suitcase onto the ground, using the back of my wrist to wipe sweat from my forehead. \u201cYou should\u2019ve asked one of my neighbors to help,\u201d my sister Chelsey says, her injured foot propped up on the coffee table, wrapped up in medical bandage. \u201cI\u2019d hate for us both to get hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tugging my hair up into a ponytail, I wipe sweat off the back of my neck and flop down next to my sister. \u201cThat would be a drag but don\u2019t worry, I\u2019m okay.\u201d I nod at her foot, which she injured while shooing away the wild bunnies when she caught them in her garden. \u201cDo you need anything?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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