by Ruby Madden
MEN LOVE CURVES
Eleven BBW Romance Stories
By
Anna Craig
Twyla Turner
Marie Mason
Emma Alisyn
Penelope Silva
Cara Wylde
Raina Curves
Marlie Monroe
Ruby Madden
Emerald Wright
Amber Stuart
Men Love Curves © 2016
Anna Craig
Twyla Turner
Marie Mason
Emma Alisyn
Penelope Silva
Cara Wylde
Raina Curves
Marlie Monroe
Ruby Madden
Emerald Wright
Amber Stuart
Published by Manifestiny Entertainment, LLC
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
RULED BY THE PACK
As the fearless, loyal second-in-command of the powerful Wicked Mountain Wolf Shifters, Jackson Rule has prowled through life as a charming bad boy for centuries. It's been one hell of a sweet ride—until he falls for utterly off-limits Tamsin. As sister of the alpha, Tamsin Reginald is not in charge of her own destiny. Yet even though impossibly sexy Jackson is anything but a smart choice, Tamsin is on the verge of losing control—because for the first time ever, she's about to be ruled by her heart.
DETAILS: Serial, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Wolf Shifter, Alpha Male, BBW, Billionaire
CHASING DAY
The gorgeous and popular quarterback of the football team, meets the plump and shy orchestra geek. Unlikely best friends. An undeniable love and attraction that may tear them apart.
DETAILS: Book 1 of 2, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Interracial, BWWM, Sports Romance, New Adult, Friends to Lovers
BEAR AND BEAR ALIKE
Ryland and Ryker Blackwood are identical, thigh-clenching, bear shifter twins who had no trouble getting women into their beds. Or bed. They’d shared just about everything in life, including their women. So why were their bears getting so worked up over the thought of sharing their mate? Every time they thought they were getting closer to finding the woman who would be their mate, one of their bears backed away. The hot and cold feeling they were getting from their animals was confusing the heck out of them.
DETAILS: Stand-alone Book 3 of 3, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Bear Shifter, Military
NORELLE’S BEAR
A rebel Alpha billionaire. A beautiful, exiled Bear. A chance at love… but only if they break the Law. Norelle Challenged the Alpha and lost. Exiled to Seattle until she drags home a rebellious billionaire to face the Council, she discovers a possibility for love and family… but only at the expense of her future position in the Council. Cassius has no love for the Council. If they’d had their way, he would never have been born. When a angry Bear female bursts in on a business meeting, he knows instantly she is his mate. But she is also a staunch supporter of the Council… the very shifters he can’t stand, and would consign to hell given the chance. She wants him to come home and uphold the law of their people. He wants her to renounce the Council and make a family, a Den, with him.
DETAILS: Stand-alone Book 3 of 3, 3rd Person POV, Billionaire Bear Shifter
BEDDING THE BAD BOY
Isla: I'd finally made it. I'd landed my dream job and was well on my way to making a name for myself, rubbing elbows with celebrities. Who knew I'd end up a pawn in a seductive game of cat and mouse with the sexy football phenom Beck Alexander by my side?
Beck: I was every woman's wishlist; every woman except the smoking hot public relations gal, but I had a plan to win her over. The only problem was, someone else had a plan of their own. They wanted to destroy me. I had to stop them and, whether Isla wanted to or not, she was going to help me.
DETAILS: Stand Alone Novel, Bad Boy, BWWM, Sports, Interracial/Multicultural, Romantic Suspense
BEARLY SLEEPING
Sexy, curvaceous Princess Rose doesn't believe in the curse the evil fairy cast on her when she was born. Encouraged by her best friends, she wants to prove it's not real, so on her 18th birthday, she willingly pricks her finger on a spindle. Tavian has always been in love with the Princess. The only way to save her is to find a way to prolong his life and be there when the 100 years pass and Rose can be awoken. The solution is to let the evil fairy turn him into a bear-shifter. But will Rose still want him then?
DETAILS: Stand-alone in a Series, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Fairytale Bear Shifter
RELUCTANT BAD BOY
Nice guy, Blaze Sparks fell head over heels in love with curvy fashion reporter Bernadette Michaels at first site. It was insta-love for him, but only insta-lust for her. How does the sweet-natured billionaire plan to convince the BBW temptress of his dreams to love him back? By pretending to be a demanding bad boy, of course. Women love dangerous men, right? Will his bad boy act go too far, forever pushing curvaceous Bernadette away? Or will his dirty antics win him the heart and body of the woman he loves?
DETAILS: Stand-alone Novella, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Bad Boy Romance
BEAR PROTECTION
Sophie has moved across the state to escape her abusive ex. Deep in the heart of shifter territory, the last thing she’s looking for is a new relationship. But after she bumps into a sexy stranger at the grocery store, she can’t get him out of her mind. Grizzly shifter Rick doesn’t let many people close—especially humans—but it’s impossible to resist the pull of his mate. The need to care for her and protect her pulses with every beat of his heart. How can he tell a woman who’s learned not to trust that she belongs to him? When Sophie’s ex tracks her down, he’ll stop at nothing to take his revenge. She's determined to fight him, but without Rick's help, her
chance at a new life—any life—could be gone forever. Can the shifter keep his mate safe long enough for them to have their happy ending?
DETAILS: Book 1 of 3, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Bear Shifter Romance
SHIFTER: Black Bear, PART 1
A loner by nature, Ryker needs a day to himself to allow his inner bear out. So, he hikes up to Emerald Lake. Charlene never meant to be in trouble, but for whatever reason, trouble has a bad habit of finding her. She's running from a monster. A monster who has made a habit of beating her nearly every week since they got married and she's had enough. She's on the run and leaving her soon to be ex-husband behind. For good. Will they be able to overcome their challenges and embrace the love that's destined to be theirs?
DETAILS: Part 1 of 2, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Bear Shifter Romance, WWBM, Military
THE CAPTURE OF GRACE
A novella about sensual appetites in the City of Roses, Portland. Clay and Grace each have their secrets. They share a taboo but complimentary desire. It's just another day in the City of Roses when Clay first lays his eyes upon the enchanting Grace. Serendipity weaves an opportunity for them to meet. Grace has been hurt before and has a difficult time trusting men. Rather than dating, she spends her workdays avoiding and evading unwanted male attention, spending most of her evenings and nights home alone, reading books and watching movies, while eating sweet indulgences to bury her pain. As the forces of serendipity first pull them together, then apart - will they come together again?
DETAILS: Standalone Novella, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Fated Contemporary Romance, Food Fetish
CURVATURE: PART 1
A Space Command employee who wants to eliminate her V-card. A pleasure worker in need of a sabbatical. Their introduction to sex magic and discovering how it can help a crippled Earth and the human race.
DETAILS: Part 1 of Serial, Alternating 3rd Person POV, Science Fiction Romance
RULED BY THE PACK
Wicked Wolf Shifters:
by
ANNA CRAIG
Chapter One
Jackson Rule reached up to touch his cheek. It stung like a bitch. That little vixen had claws, and she hadn't been afraid to use them. No wonder his face still stung. She'd smacked him with what seemed like every ounce of her strength. At least she hadn't literally clawed out his eyes. He rather liked having his vision intact.
Glancing around the enormous ballroom decorated to festive overload while he pretended not to be searching for the saucy wench, his gaze swept over the throngs of laughing, merry guests. The excessively joyous mood in the room was something he found both mildly intriguing yet slightly nauseating. His alpha was mated and married now, and was by all accounts just as excessively happy as the mood here. Not that Jackson begrudged his pack's leader, and his own best friend, that sort of bliss. Trevor more than deserved it after his decades of tightly bottled grief.
It was just the general concept of being elatedly mated that made Jackson a bit—fidgety. The word “mate” did not go with Jackson Rule. Never had, never would. Not if he had his way. He damn well enjoyed being a wolf endlessly on the prowl for a good time.
Ruefully, he touched his cheek again. Being on the prowl for a good time apparently was what had earned him that resounding slap earlier. It had been delivered in front of the entire pack and a multitude of guests, as well. Quite the welcome home, and from a she-wolf he'd always considered a part of his inner circle. A very trusted packmate, if not exactly a close friend.
Jackson wasn't friends with women. Not real friends. How did one do that, when women were all soft and pretty and sexy and much too fascinating, so much so that he always got distracted around them? Generally speaking, he couldn't have a real conversation with a woman. It usually ended up being a far more physical encounter. As it should be.
Except for this one particular woman. He'd always managed to talk to her easily, since due to very solid reasons there'd never been a diverting undercurrent of animal attraction between them. Until now. And he still wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to so thoroughly enrage her, especially since he hadn't even been here for two weeks.
I've never even kissed the woman, he thought yet again, simultaneously intrigued and mystified by that very fact. Every other woman in the world he'd ever pissed off, he'd always kissed first. That apparently at least gave them a legitimate reason to become enraged with whatever they later found to be lacking in his words or actions.
This one? Not even once had his lips touched hers.
Not, however, for lack of his very recent, totally unquenchable desire to do just that. Only a lifetime of understanding that this particular she-wolf was beyond off-limits, not to mention his own utter surprise at the situation, had kept him from acting on his suddenly raging hormones around her.
Casually, he allowed himself to glance over yet again at the vixen in question. She was making her rounds of the room, looking exactly like a cat in heat. A furious, beautiful cat, but definitely a cat in heat. Not that he would ever say something like that to her. Comparing the delicious, deadly sister of an alpha wolf to a cat was something that would definitely would get his eyes clawed out. First she'd slice open his face, then her brother the alpha would disembowel Jackson on the spot.
Nope. Keeping this sweet vixen at a distance was more than smart. It was his only option.
Right then, the sweet vixen in question swung her head and caught him looking at her. Gorgeous eyes narrowing, Tamsin Reginald glared daggers at him. Her expression was so fierce that if looks could kill, he'd be one hundred percent dead where he stood.
Without thinking, Jackson gave her his famously charming half-grin, the one that had been known to melt the panties right off of unsuspecting women.
Nope. Didn't work on Tamsin. If anything, he now could practically feel his skin peel from the blistering heat of her furious gaze.
"Earth to Jackson,” a voice broke into his thoughts. “The bendy-twisty redhead on the beach? Finish telling us about her." The speaker gave a lascivious grin as he elbowed his companion. “Sounds like she was very talented.”
Jackson looked back at Mac and Finn, automatically laughing with them as he continued their conversation with all the casualness he definitely was not feeling. “She was hot. Hot, willing, and naked on the white sand beaches under the full moon. How was I supposed to say no to that? I have a reputation to uphold, after all.”
His reputation had ensured long, lazy days spent lounging on the pristine beaches of the private island his alpha had sent him to, followed by wild nights of the debauchery for which he was famed. He'd fully lived up to the legend of Jackson Rule. Hordes of shifter groupies had bombarded him on the island, vying for his attentions with the sort of eagerness that a mere month ago he would've found completely fulfilling and satisfying as he went through them, one by one. Or sometimes two at a time, maybe even three or four if he was particularly lucky. “My reputation remains intact,” he added, still keeping the grin on his face.
To himself, though, he snorted in utter self-disgust, feeling another twinge of his fascinated attention on the only woman in the world who might be able to ruin said reputation.
It wasn't as if he could let anyone know he was questioning his wild renown for the first time ever. Not when he didn't know exactly what was happening here.
But yes, this was what Jackson Rule was known for. He was the ladykiller. The charming wolf shifter who, as salacious lore had it, had slept with thousands of eager and willing conquests, both within the boundaries of the Wicked Mountain Wolf Shifters pack as well as a large swath of the country. All the way from here to the Caribbean.
Or so those words had been flung at him, the sharp taste of bitterness underlying the usually cool tones as the speaker had launched her verbal grenade right before he left for his much-needed few weeks of rest and relaxation. “Go ahead, Jackson. Fuck every shifter groupie between here and the islands. It's what you're good at, isn't it?” Tamsin'
s eyes had betrayed something more than anger when spoke. Something he couldn't quite read, although whatever it was made him feel like a total cad.
Her words had stayed with him during his entire vacation, haunting him even as he did his damned best to live right up to them.
Tamsin wasn't his girlfriend. Or his mate. Or anyone he'd ever had a moment's interest in, up until the abruptly and unexpectedly charged moment they'd shared the night she threw those words at him. He owed her nothing. Damned straight, he'd lived the high life as usual during his trip. Enjoyed women and wine, resting and relaxing, dining and debauchery.
And none of it had done a single thing to put the thoroughly off-limits, and apparently suddenly all-consuming, Tamsin Reginald out of his mind.
Damn it all to fucking hell and back. He slid his gaze toward her yet again, still feeling the sting on his cheek where her fury had connected with him just moments before his alpha had wed his human mate.
Yes, Tamsin had ruined him for all other women, and he'd never even tasted her sweet skin. What the hell was his problem? Clearly, he was losing his touch. Or his mind. Or both.
"So go on, man," said Finn, the usual self-satisfied smile plastered on his face. Finn was a ladies' man himself, happy with his middle-of-the-pack status and a lifetime still to be filled with wooing eager women. "Keep telling us about the redhead. I've never been with a redhead," he mused, glancing around the room full of both shifters and humans. "Don't think we've ever had one from Wicked Mountain Town. And since I'm not the beta to our alpha, I'm not allowed luxurious vacations on islands filled with shifter groupies ready and willing to fulfill my every last desire."
Flanking Finn's other side, as always, blond, laid-back Mac laughed. "Keep working at it, Finn," he said. "One day, you'll curry enough favor with the alpha to be afforded the same sort of treatment as our superstar shifter here."
