by Megan Wade
Sugar Curves Series: a sweet and spicy collection of BBW romances ππ©
Sugar Curves Series: a sweet and spicy collection of BBW romances ππ©
βοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈ Over 7500+ 5-star reviews across the series!
βSugar, you grinding that sweet tush against me is going to get you spanked.β
Look Inside book one ππ©
Look Inside book one ππ©
Sugar, Honey, Ice, Tea
Chapter 1
Tilly
Sitting on the floor in the center of my living room, I
count through the cash left in my savings jar. $42.15. Great. If I didnβt need that damn car to get to work, Iβd set it on
fire. Iβll never get ahead at this rate.
I let out a sigh, stretching my legs out in front of me. βI
am never going to college.β
Dropping the money back into the jar beside me, I let my
head fall back against the couch. Itβs old and worn, and itβs seen better
daysβjust like everything else in my life.
βGet used to it, Tilly,β I say to myself. βThis is obviously
as good as it gets for you.β
Once upon a time, I had goals, dreams, aspirations. But that was before I found out that the college fund
my grandparents had set up for me as a baby was emptier than the jar on my
floorβthanks, Mom. When graduation
came, the only hope I had to better myself was to get a job and save toward
paying for community college myself. But two years later, we can see how thatβs
goingβ¦
βWhatβre you doing on the floor?β my mother grunts as she
shuffles toward the kitchen, obviously hungover, cigarette dangling from her
mouth, and an empty coffee cup in her hand.
I hide the jar beneath the couch and stand. If she sees me
with money, sheβll take it. βI didnβt realize you were home.β
βBoss cut my shifts again,β she says, her back facing me as
she mutters, βWhy is there never any fuckinβ coffee made when I need it?β Probably because youβre the one who drank
itβ¦
I keep my job to myself, knowing it wonβt get me anywhere
anyway and try to keep on topic. βWhy did he cut your shifts?β
She scoffs, sucking hard on her cigarette as she sets up the
coffee machine to percolate. βA customer reckons I shortchanged him. And the
customer is always right.β She rolls her eyes, blowing out a lungful of smoke
as she puts the cigarette out in the sink and leaves it there. βWhat are you doing here?β
βMy shift doesnβt start for another hour. I was just about
to get ready.β
She nods, pulling out a fresh cigarette. βRentβs due. Gonna
need you to cover my half this month, or the landlordβs gonna kick us out. You
know what heβs like.β
βSure,β I say, eyes down. Thatβs my paycheck gone. Iβll be lucky if I can afford ramen after
this, but it wonβt be the first time. My mother has a habit of pissing people
off. Hence why my college fund was empty by the time I needed it. She canβt
hold down a job to save herselfβor me. She has sticky fingers and a quick
temper, two qualities most employers donβt tolerate for long. Iβm surprised she
hasnβt been arrested yet. At least thatβs
somethingβ¦
I know I could leave. I know I could go somewhere else and
start again, but where am I going to go? I have no money, no extended family;
my car barely runs well enough to get me anywhere far, and even if I did leave,
Mom would still hit me up for moneyβ¦ And I canβt say no to her. Sheβs family.
βYou hear that bar on Main Street is hirinβ at the moment?β
She clicks her lighter, the flash deepening the dark lines around her eyes,
showing her age. βThey need new girls.β
βIsnβt that one of those places where they dance on the bar?β
She nods. βReckon youβd do real well swinging what God gave
you up there.β With the fingers that grip her cigarette extended, she points to
my breast and hip area, indicating my abundance of curves.
βI donβt want to get up and dance, Mama,β I say. βI donβt
have the coordination.β
βSure you do. And the tips will be a hell of a lot better
than you get at that dive youβre working at now. You should apply.β
βIβm fine working at that dive.β
βApply,β she insists, cupping my face in her hands. βUse
what you have to your advantage while youβre still young enough to make money
off it.β
βI would like to use my brain.β
She laughs, but it turns into a cough. And she steps back,
angling away from me. I pat her back until it subsides, wishing sheβd quit the
smokes already.
βSweetheart,β she says when sheβs caught her breath. βI know
you wanted better than this. Maybe this job is how you get it? Doesnβt hurt to
try, right?β
βFine.β I roll my eyes. βIβll go down there and check it
out. No promises, though.β
Mom smiles. βGood. Because electric is due in two weeks, and
I doubt Iβll have the money to pay it.β She pulls the bill off the top of the
microwave and hands it to me before she pours her coffee and leaves the room.
I look at the bill and sigh. Just like that, I know I donβt
have much of a choice. Iβm getting a new job.
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Chapter 2
Noah
Clamping my hand around the wire strippers, I pull the
plastic coating off the speaker wires and wind them together. This was supposed
to be done three days ago, but good workers are hard to come by. I find myself
being boss, repairman, barmanβyou name it, Iβm the guyβmore often than not.
Next thing I know, Iβll be up on the bloody bar dancing myself. Thatβd be a
sight.
I chuckle to myself as Iβm threading the wires into the wall
before I hook the speaker in place. Big ex-military me, clicking my heels
together and wiggling my ass.
βWhatβs so funny up there, boss daddy?β Elijah, my bar
manager, says as he places his hands on the legs of the ladder Iβm standing on.
Pasting an unimpressed glare on my face, I stare down at
him. βBoss on its own is just fine. I ainβt your daddy, son.β
His eyes light up as I realize what I just said. βBut you
just called me son. And I would really love it if youβd be my daddy.β
I scoff out a laugh and climb back down to the floor,
dusting my hands off on my jeans. βDoesnβt that count as sexual harassment or
something? Asking your boss to be your daddy?β
Elijah purses his lips and juts out one hip as he considers
this. βI think it doesnβt count if the employee does it to the boss. It only
counts if itβs the other way around. Plus, I think youβd have to feel
intimidated. And since youβre twice the size of me, big daddy, I donβt think
youβre intimidated at all.β
I shake my head. βYouβre incorrigible, kid. Howβs everything
for tonight?β
βWell,β he starts. βEverything is fine exceptβ¦ weβre a girl
short.β He says the last part really fast, his hand half covering his mouth as
he speaks.
βA girl short? Fuck. Who is it this time? Stacey? Natasha?β
βTonyaβ
βAre you for real? Thatβs the third time in a week.β I shake
my head, hands on my hips. I donβt enjoy having to come down hard on my
employees, but in this case, itβs affecting my business. I need a full staff to
run efficiently. βNext time sheβs in here, tell her to come see me. Sheβd
better have a good reason if she wants to keep working here.β
βYes, sir.β Elijah salutes, walking along behind me as I
close up the ladder and carry it into the storage room. βI was kind of hoping
that I could call one of the new girls as a fill-in.β
βAre any of them trained?β I take quick, long strides to my
office and he runs to keep up.
βTrained in dancing, not so much in bar work. But Iβm sure I
can teach them to pull a beer in no time.β
βWhat the hell are you doing hiring girls who canβt pull a
fucking beer? This is a bar.β
βWith dancers. I have to hire them based on their moves, or
whatβs the point in them being here?β
βTo serve food and drink. You know, the stuff that makes me
money. Thatβs more important than how well they dance.β
Elijah places his hands on his hips and presses his lips
into a tight line. βTry telling your clientele that. The girls are why they
come.β
I stand in the doorway of my office and let out a growl. βI
didnβt open this place so I could be a fucking drink slinger every night of the
damn week, but fine, Iβll man the goddamn bar tonight.β
I slam my door, just as I hear him say, βThank you, daddy.β
As pissed as I am, it makes me laugh. He knows Iβm straight
as an arrow, but he seems to get a kick out of this daddy gag he has going on.
And heβs the best worker I have, so I let him get away with it. Still, the last
thing I want is to be anyoneβs βdaddy.β Iβve got three grown kids of my own,
and I sure as hell donβt need anymore, hell, I havenβt even looked at a woman for...fuck,
I forget how long. Once my wife passed, I left the army life behind me and
focused on working and raising my kids. Now that theyβre all off at college,
Iβm finally in a position to do what Iβve always wanted to doβopen a bar with
great music and even better food. All I need now is enough employees to run the
damn place.
Eight sizzling romances filled with humor, heart, and curves in all the right places! From sexy single dads to viral sensations, small-town sweethearts to holiday hotties, the Sugar Curves series delivers Megan Wade's signature blend of steamy romance and laugh-out-loud moments.
What's Inside:
π Sugar Honey Ice Tea: When curvy dancer Tilly takes a job at a local bar to save for college, she catches the eye of the establishment's older, single-dad owner. Noah may keep his distance, but when Tilly needs help, his protective instincts kick inβalong with something much steamier.
π Yikes on a Cracker!: A Fourth of July reunion brings childhood frenemies back together, and the sparks flying aren't just from the fireworks. Who knew that annoying boy next door would grow up to be so irresistible?
π Horse's Ask: A curvy motorcycle mechanic meets her match in a hunky cowboy when an unexpected bull encounter brings them together. Sometimes being rescued isn't so bad after allβespecially when your hero looks this good.
π What The... Hello Kitty-Kat!: A viral sensation needs a fake girlfriend to improve his image. A bookish beauty needs the money. Add in one scene-stealing cat, and this publicity stunt might just turn into the real thing.
π Holy Cannoli: Trapped together by Mother Nature, two former sweethearts must confront their pastβand the feelings that never really went away. Second chances can be sweet... and steamy.
π Hell's Bells, and Taco Shells!: A zombie-themed Halloween party becomes the perfect setting for romance when two scaredy-cats find comfort (and heat) in each other's arms.
π Holy Frozen Snow Cones!: Dressing up as Frozen characters for Halloween leads to an enchanting night when a snowstorm and a handsome stranger create real-life movie magic.
π Son of a Nutcracker!: A lonely Christmas dinner turns into a holiday miracle when a deep voice and a magnificent beard catch our curvy heroine's attention. Sometimes the best gifts come wrapped in flannel!
Featuring favorite tropes like:
π Age gap romance
π Single dad/daughter
π Second chances
π Fake relationship
π Friends to lovers
π Small town romance
π Holiday romance
π Forced proximity
π Curvy/BBW heroines
Each book in the Sugar Curves series takes between one to three hours to read and comes with Megan's signature 'Sugar Promise': high heat, low drama, and a guaranteed happily ever after. These standalone romances can be read in any order, but be warnedβonce you start, you won't want to stop!
Get ready to binge all eight books in this complete series bundle. Your next book boyfriend (or eight) is waiting!
Each book is a quick and dirty stand-alone with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a complete HEA! Spice level: πΆοΈπΆοΈπΆοΈπΆοΈπΆοΈ
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The Perfect Escapist Experience
Quick, complete stories (1-2 hours each) that deliver full emotional satisfaction - perfect for busy readers who want their romance fix without committing to long books. It's like binge-watching your favorite rom-com, but in book form!
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Finally, Real Women As Heroines!
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