Curvy Novels & Stories

“Zane, show her the basics.” Zane grinned, a flash of white teeth in the midst of his dark fur. “You got it, Lyra.” He moved with a fluidity that I couldn’t help but envy, his body rolling through the air like liquid, his paws landing lightly on the ground. He ran in a circle, the muscles in his back rippling under his fur, and then, in a blink, he was leaping into the air, his body twisting with an ease I had never seen before.

I moved closer, then twirled to see how perfectly the gown hugged my curves. Maybe I should start dressing this way more often and shouldn’t get just one gown. Since I was back in Louisiana, job hunting soon and staying permanently, it meant I needed more sexy dresses for my man. I tried on a gold dress with a long slit, and an off-shoulder style. “No man would be able to take his eyes off you,” she complimented “You think so?” The imposter side of me asked before I could even think “Look at those curves, not all men like it but the one that does? Know the tea,” She said, packing the gowns and a black lace lingerie I had picked out.

I looked into Edward's eyes, thinking of Philip's greedy PhilTech idea and the huge personal risk I was taking for tomorrow. "I'm calling it Curvaceous Royalty," I said softly. Edward repeated the name slowly, letting the words sink in. "Curvaceous Royalty..." He nodded his head in quiet, genuine approval, a amazed look in his dark eyes as he realized how powerful the idea really was.

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Gabi finished her breakfast and headed down to the staffroom to grab all the cleaning supplies. She was relaxed and happy to be in her familiar, soothing routine. She’d worked at Curves for almost three years, and it really was like a second home in some ways. She knew the guys well – Jax and Aidan, and their friends King and Mac – and she trusted them, despite their tough demeanors and shady backgrounds.

Dillon Saunders was standing there, his mint-green eyes fixed on Tessa too. “Hey,” Curtis responded. “All good in the back?” “Yep. Crash rooms all occupied, and from the sound of things through the doors, everyone’s having a good time.” Curtis rolled his eyes. The crash rooms at Curves were notorious, and they were incredibly popular. Known fondly as the ‘fuck rooms’, they were open for anyone to use, for anything they may want to use them for.

Fayes pov I had no strength left, my body barely holding itself upright, my side burning from the wound, the curse pulsing inside me like a wild, uncontrollable storm. Umfa raged beneath my skin, pulling, clawing, demanding release, but I held her back with everything I had. She couldn’t have control now. Not when everything was on the line.

she whispered. Cerebus padded at her side, three heads scanning. Alpha’s lips curled back in a growl. Beta’s ears pinned flat, his whimper vibrating in the narrow corridor. Gamma sniffed furiously, then sneezed — as if the air itself had teeth. The tunnel forked suddenly into three passages. Each looked identical, carved in flawless symmetry. The gold veins split evenly into the darkness, no clue which way was forward. Ellie frowned. “Three paths. Of course.”