Sweet Curves Series by Megan Wade

Marshmallow. Every kid gets a nickname. Marshmallow was mine. And like the squishie confectionary, it stuck. As did the extra pounds that inspired the nickname in the first place. But that was OK, the plus-size revolution gave me confidence in my curves. I learned to love my body and even show it off for the world to see. #bodypositive was my ticket to Insta-stardom. It was also what attracted him... Carter Reeves. A model who graced the covers of several of my favorite romance novels... moreMarshmallow. Every kid gets a nickname. Marshmallow was mine. And like the squishie confectionary, it stuck. As did the extra pounds that inspired the nickname in the first place. But that was OK, the plus-size revolution gave me confidence in my curves. I learned to love my body and even show it off for the world to see. #bodypositive was my ticket to Insta-stardom. It was also what attracted him... Carter Reeves. A model who graced the covers of several of my favorite romance novels. He messaged me with an opportunity. I couldn’t say no. Imagine my surprise when in the middle of a photo shoot, he pressed his lips to my ear and told me he wants to eat my marshmallow. Holy Mother Of god Carter Reeves wants me. Me. He has abs of steel and I have thighs of thunder. Is he serious? Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a deliciously sinful man who’s even sweeter than the marshmallow he’s after. less

Pumpkin. The smell. The spice in my latte. The pie that’s synonymous with my favorite holiday. Thanksgiving holds memories of family and togetherness. So when a storm cancels my travel plans, my roommate takes pity on me and I find myself sharing the holiday across the table from my greatest crush—her older brother. Finlay Ross. He was a senior in high school when I was still in pig tails... morePumpkin. The smell. The spice in my latte. The pie that’s synonymous with my favorite holiday. Thanksgiving holds memories of family and togetherness. So when a storm cancels my travel plans, my roommate takes pity on me and I find myself sharing the holiday across the table from my greatest crush—her older brother. Finlay Ross. He was a senior in high school when I was still in pig tails. Popular, the star quarterback, he was the first boy I got a stomach flip over, and the only guy I’ve ever wanted. Pity a curvy girl like me would never be on his radar. He probably doesn’t even know I exist. So why does he keep looking at me like he’s starving and I’m the feast? This could turn out to be a thanksgiving I’ll never forget. Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a dirty-talking alpha who wants nothing more than a sweet little piece of pumpkin pie. Each Megan Wade story carries her 'Sugar Promise' of Over the Top Romance, Alpha Heroes, Curvy Heroines, Low Drama, High Heat and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After. What could be better than that? less

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

Cookies. They‘re sweet and crumbly. In my bakery, they’re a melt-in-your-mouth delicacy. People drive miles out of their way for a box of fudgey choc chip. Any cookie you can think of, we make it. We don’t serve sandwiches. For some reason, the tall and muscular stranger from out of town can’t get that through his head. I tell him the best I can do is a cookie sandwich. Then he grind and tells me he’d like to eat my cookie. Did I hear that right? I did. He wants me... moreCookies. They‘re sweet and crumbly. In my bakery, they’re a melt-in-your-mouth delicacy. People drive miles out of their way for a box of fudgey choc chip. Any cookie you can think of, we make it. We don’t serve sandwiches. For some reason, the tall and muscular stranger from out of town can’t get that through his head. I tell him the best I can do is a cookie sandwich. Then he grind and tells me he’d like to eat my cookie. Did I hear that right? I did. He wants me. The curvy cookie maker. I don’t even know his name... Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and the newest bad boy in town who might be staying longer than he bargained for. 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

Peaches and cream. For a southern girl like me, those flavors represent my home. So when I make it to the semi-final round of a baking contest, and Southern sweets is is the theme, I think I have this in the bag.I don’t.I come second.To a man named, Ben Watson. And he’s not even Southern! Or American.I’m insulted.To add insult to injury, the final round has us working as a team, being judged on how well we teach a recipe as much as we’re judged on our cooking ability... morePeaches and cream. For a southern girl like me, those flavors represent my home. So when I make it to the semi-final round of a baking contest, and Southern sweets is is the theme, I think I have this in the bag.I don’t.I come second.To a man named, Ben Watson. And he’s not even Southern! Or American.I’m insulted.To add insult to injury, the final round has us working as a team, being judged on how well we teach a recipe as much as we’re judged on our cooking ability.Part of being Southern means that no matter what, you’re always polite. But I cannot be polite to this man. He’s ruining my hopes and dreams, and even worse, he’s setting my panties on fire while he’s doing it.Note: Put a pie in the oven, because this quick read is cheeky and over-the-top. It’s filled with tension-filled instalove and heated moments between a curvy girl and the hottest pastry chef you’ve ever seen. less

Cupcakes. They’re not my life. But they’ve certainly become my daily bread. As the salesperson for a pop-up cake stand, I get a bonus every time I sell those sweet little suckers out. And I do. My grandfather says I could sell sand in the desert if I had to. And I suppose I could—if it meant putting food on our table and keeping a roof over our heads. I do what I have to to make ends meet.That’s how I meet him.Drake Grant... moreCupcakes. They’re not my life. But they’ve certainly become my daily bread. As the salesperson for a pop-up cake stand, I get a bonus every time I sell those sweet little suckers out. And I do. My grandfather says I could sell sand in the desert if I had to. And I suppose I could—if it meant putting food on our table and keeping a roof over our heads. I do what I have to to make ends meet.That’s how I meet him.Drake Grant. Blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, and a smile that almost makes me forget my name.He buys the final box of cupcakes at a ‘bargain’ price. And when I see him again the next day, I think it’s because he did his math and realised that was no bargain at all.I couldn’t be more wrong.Turns out he owns a big chain of car detailers, and he wants someone to join the sales team for his line of custom products. He offers me a job. A job that could change my life.Now I just have to try not to fall in love with my new boss.Shouldn’t be too hard…Note: Get your cupcake in a plate, because this quick and cheeky read is over-the-top, and oh, so fun. It’s filled with tension-filled moments and frustrated sighs between a curvy girl and the hottest CEO you’ve ever seen. less

The next instalment of the Sweet Curves series is coming your way. As with all Megan Wade books, this MC Lite romance comes with her Sugar Promise. High heat, low drama, guaranteed.