Sweet Curves Series by Megan Wade

Pop. It’s a drink. It’s a name. For me, pop was the sound my cherry still hadn’t made. I was twenty-two and still a virgin. I thought it was because of my curves, but my friend said it was because I’m too picky. Maybe she’s right. In this small town, there aren’t a lot of eligible men to choose from—especially when your brother warned them all away from you in high school and the ‘don’t touch’ rule kinda stuck... morePop. It’s a drink. It’s a name. For me, pop was the sound my cherry still hadn’t made. I was twenty-two and still a virgin. I thought it was because of my curves, but my friend said it was because I’m too picky. Maybe she’s right. In this small town, there aren’t a lot of eligible men to choose from—especially when your brother warned them all away from you in high school and the ‘don’t touch’ rule kinda stuck. Meaning I’m stuck being a twenty-two year old virgin who works in a 50s style milk bar and has zero prospects in life. That is until a blast from the past comes riding into town. Derek Star. The baddest boy our sleepy town has ever seen. He was the one guy willing to go against my brother’s rule. My first kiss. My only kiss. Will he be the first man to pop my cherry too? Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a dirty-talking bad boy who knows exactly what he wants. He’ll do anything to be the one to break this innocent girl in and make her his. less

Sugarplums. They should be dancing in my head. But they aren’t. Why? Because I’m spending my Christmas Eve under the rule of the biggest Scrooge I know. My boss. Lincoln Maverick. He’s gorgeous. He’s a billionaire. And he’s an evil workaholic who demands his assistant works even longer than he does. I’m the fifth one he’s had this year, and I’m about to make him interview for his sixth... moreSugarplums. They should be dancing in my head. But they aren’t. Why? Because I’m spending my Christmas Eve under the rule of the biggest Scrooge I know. My boss. Lincoln Maverick. He’s gorgeous. He’s a billionaire. And he’s an evil workaholic who demands his assistant works even longer than he does. I’m the fifth one he’s had this year, and I’m about to make him interview for his sixth. When the clock strikes twelve, my Christmas gift to myself is a resignation letter on his desk and the intention of walking my curvy behind out the door. The last reaction I expected from him was a relieved thank you. Now, there’s nothing standing in his way. Lincoln Maverick wants one thing this Christmas. Me... Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and her billionaire boss who deserves to be in the naughty list for the filth that comes out of his mouth. Luckily, his sweet and juicy sugarplum will balance him out. less

Suckers. They‘re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of money... moreSuckers. They‘re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of money. Deciding to be the person who does something about it, I borrow a friend’s ID and infiltrate his firm as an intern. I wanted to find proof of what he did. I wanted to find a way to make him pay. Instead, I find something I wasn’t expecting, not in a million years. Landon James is all man. And he’s been watching over me. Why does that make me all warm inside? And why do my knees shake when he calls me angel? One thing is for sure, everything I thought was right is now wrong. Does that mean my feelings are wrong too? Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a younger curvy girl and the older man who swore to protect her. less

Taffy. It’s chewy, stretchy, and a little salty. And it’s what I have in my mouth during my first lip lock with a man twice my age. It’s sudden. It’s unexpected. It changes my world in the most amazing way.You see, Troy Dante isn’t just anyone. He’s the man who lives next door, and he’s also my best friend’s father.He had her young, but still, this is going to create some waves... moreTaffy. It’s chewy, stretchy, and a little salty. And it’s what I have in my mouth during my first lip lock with a man twice my age. It’s sudden. It’s unexpected. It changes my world in the most amazing way.You see, Troy Dante isn’t just anyone. He’s the man who lives next door, and he’s also my best friend’s father.He had her young, but still, this is going to create some waves.But the heart wants what the heart wants, right?And I think I want to be my best friend’s stepmom…Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, undeclared insta-love and molten hot moments between a younger curvy girl and the hot single dad next door. less

Toffee Apples. Hard on the outside, soft in the middle. And as the red-headed chubby child in the family, that’s exactly what I’ve become over the years. Mercilessly teased by my siblings, I found my relief in the library of my high school, overachieving in a bid to win a scholarship to a college far, far away.And I almost have it. Senior year is almost over, and everything I’ve ever wanted is at my fingertips.Then I meet him.Brody Miller.It starts innocently enough... moreToffee Apples. Hard on the outside, soft in the middle. And as the red-headed chubby child in the family, that’s exactly what I’ve become over the years. Mercilessly teased by my siblings, I found my relief in the library of my high school, overachieving in a bid to win a scholarship to a college far, far away.And I almost have it. Senior year is almost over, and everything I’ve ever wanted is at my fingertips.Then I meet him.Brody Miller.It starts innocently enough. A short conversation and an exchange of phone numbers. I leave him thinking he won’t call. He belongs on the cover of a romance novel, why would he be interested in me? But he does call. He even asks me out.When school starts back, I’m delighted to find him standing up the front of my AP Statistics class. Except he’s not a student. He’s here to teach.Oh no.I can’t think. I can’t focus. And suddenly I’m failing a class I used to ace. I need help.Which is exactly what I get when Mr. Miller asks me to stay behind after class to discuss my grades.He offers to tutor me. Platonically, of course.I accept. Non-platonically, of course.Then one thing leads to another and…. I’m not supposed to tell. But it could very well ruin everything we’ve both worked our entire lives to achieve.Note: Put an apple on the teacher’s desk, because this quick read is very naughty and over-the-top. It’s filled with tension-filled instalove and heated moments between a curvy girl and the hottest nerd you’ve ever seen. less