Curve Beast

For two years, Cruz Medina has tried hard to ignore Tamsyn, the plus-size beauty he's lusted after since high school. Never mind that he climbs rooftops every evening to watch her in bed, her hands caressing her lush curves with an intimacy he can only dream about. Never mind that she wants him just as badly, that he can smell her arousal and need every time they meet.

He's a werewolf, she's not. Loving her isn't an option -- until a rogue pack of shifters goes on the hunt for Tamsyn and the only way to protect the woman he loves is to tell her the truth.

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This 28,000+ word BBW Erotic Romance is for readers who crave paranormal suspense mixed with steaming hot sex featuring an alpha male who will protect the woman he loves at all costs.
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Tamsyn pushed the door to her building open. He followed mute up the stairs, eyes locked on the swing of her ass, still tasting the salt of her skin on his tongue. She wanted a fight after the way he’d behaved today. Not what he had in mind. He waited until she had her key in the door and then he put his hands on her hips.
She froze. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"Open the door and I’ll tell you."

When she didn’t move, he took the keys from her and finished unlocking the door, his other hand still on her hip. She retreated inside, turning beneath his touch until she faced him. He shut the door with his foot, let the keys fall to the floor so that he could have both hands on her again.

She pushed at his chest. "You’ve got some fucking nerve, Medina."

"You’re mad. I understand." He slid the bag off her shoulder, ran his hand up under the jeans jacket, his palm flat against the center of her back as he coaxed her closer. He remembered the last time he’d gotten so close to her -- her senior prom two years ago.

He cinched her closer, felt the curve of her lower stomach against his cock. He dropped his head, his lips lightly brushing against her neck.

"You’re a bastard, Cruz. You think you can…" She stopped, throat clenching to strangle the words, and shoulder slugged him.

He shushed the broken sounds coming from her. He kissed her ear and then the high rise of her cheek bone. Reaching down, he untucked her shirt, ran his hand up her back once more, fingers stroking the bare flesh.

Her body assaulted his senses. The heat emanating from her, the sweet and secret smells, the deep breathing, the beat of her heart loud in his ears. He kissed along her throat, just under her chin in the hollow where her pulse throbbed.

She was clutching his shirt, her body immobile except for the rhythmic push of her breasts against his chest as she inhaled.

"Leave," she choked out.