BBW Billionaire Bundle- 4 stories in one! (BBW, billionaire, impregnation erotic romance)

Chloe Harper runs a successful matchmaking service during the day, and at night she shares her bed with the notorious playboy billionaire Jake Powers. Things are looking up for the curvy matchmaking beauty until someone from her past tries to ruin her happiness and drag Jake down along with her.

Jake Powers never expected to find happiness with the woman he hired to help him find a wife. When he thinks that Chloe tried to betray him, he lashes out and the consequences change both of their lives. Will Jake learn the truth behind the rumors before it’s too late? And can Chloe ever forgive him?

This 18,000 word BBW erotic romance is the thrilling conclusion to the Billionaire Matchmaker Series. It features a full figured curvy heroine who’s knocked down but not out, and a reformed bad boy billionaire who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

EXCERPT:

The bright sunlight streaming through my windows woke me the next morning. I had to squint my eyes and shield them from the sun. My head was pounding with a massive headache and my body ached from sleeping on the hardwood floor. I craned my neck from side to side, rubbing the back of it trying to work out a kink when my phone rang. 

"Chloe, are you all right?" Allison asked. Her voice was laced with concern.

All the events from last evening came flooding back at her question--the auction, Jake's cruel behavior, and my humiliation on stage. I dreaded finding out how Allison had heard the news. 

"I'm okay," I croaked into the receiver. "Why do you ask?" 

"Don't give me that bullshit, Chloe," she scoffed. "It's all over the papers what happened last night. That bastard." 

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. "What's in the paper?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. "What have you heard?" 

"You haven't seen it yet?" She sounded surprised. 

“I just woke up, actually. Tell me, how bad is it?" 

"Uh, I'll be right over." She hung up the phone.

I felt like a nervous wreck waiting for Allison to come over. I just wanted to forget last night ever happened, but judging from Allison's reaction, it seemed everyone had heard about my humiliation. I was tempted to turn on the computer and see it for myself, but decided to wait for her to come over, afraid to face the news alone.

*****Readers of Sexting Major Jones - see note at bottom*****

College senior Lillian "Lilliput" Richards really should move on from her side job of babysitting Stevie, the 10-year-old son of the exceedingly delicious Major Logan Jones. She's got a big girl's job to go with her big girl curves and has spent the summer racing between a downtown office building and the major's home.

Leaving Stevie isn't an option. She is very fond of her junior sidekick and, more importantly, the boy is missing his mom after the woman went AWOL to discover herself eight months ago. Oh, and there's another reason for staying -- Lily has been working a huge crush on the major for years. One-sided, of course. Not only is the major newly divorced and treats Lily like she's part of the family, but the man is hot enough to melt glaciers. There's not a thing a man like Logan could want with his plump, young and seemingly sedate babysitter.

At least that's what Lily thinks until a sexting skirmish with her best friend goes awry and brings the major rushing home. With all her dirty little fantasies about Logan and pictures of her lush body in the phone he's now holding, is Logan there to fuck or fire her? 

EXCERPT

"I think I'm going to puke."

"No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. Logan rubbed his palm up and down my back. "Take slow, deep breaths."

His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders.

He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.

"Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.

The clicks coming from the phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.

When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.

I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.

He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.

Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe. 
…
"Baby, all those things you texted about..." He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."

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This 21,000+ word Curve title is a BBW mirror of the 6900+ word Sexting Major Jones. SMJ will be extended (no ETA) with non-BBW dynamics and SMJ's store file will be updated.  Gmail wickedchrista for an SMJ only notice.

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Plus-size beauty Casey Mack has gone from barely making ends meet to executive assistant at the hottest growth company of the last decade. The only problem is that she serves all three of the top executives, each as delicious and demanding as the other and all intent on having Casey in their lives, and their bed, forever. With the company on the verge of a research breakthrough that could change the world, their enemies will stop at nothing to take them down, including targeting the one woman who means everything to them.

Continue reading for a very wicked excerpt!

"Guys, whatever this is, it's not happening."

I spoke without acting. Dread and a sharp, sensual anticipation froze me in place. Truth was, I badly wanted their hands on me. I just didn't want the consequences -- the tears, the accelerating disinterest, the eventual turning away.

As he had that afternoon, Aldon countered with his fingers. Ignoring my shocked gasp, he smoothed the tips under my hem and up my thighs, frowning when they brushed against the lower band of my underwear.

Angling his head, he addressed Daniel. "I thought we agreed, no panties?"

I gasped again, which caused Daniel to chuckle. His hand following after Aldon's, he reached the elastic band and gave it a little snap. "These are today's. I couldn't exactly strip them off before we discussed things with her, could I?"

Discussed things?

I sucked a little air in, my throat too tight to manage a full breath. Aldon nuzzled my neck at the same time, tightening every other muscle in my body. He ran one finger under the band, hooking and tugging as he kissed below my ear and whispered just loud enough that Daniel and I could hear.

"Pet, I'm certain today's panties are too wet to still be wearing. Your pussy was delightfully responsive and I couldn't fail to notice that wiggle of your sweet, lush ass the entire drive here. I bet your clit is all achy and you're soaking."

Daniel started on the other side of my throat, his hand mirroring Aldon's under my dress. "They will be too wet in a few seconds, regardless. Let us take them off, love."

Again with calling me love! These men didn't play fair. I pushed and wiggled, searching for a little distance and finding none. "You don't understand. I'm not like the women you're used to."

"We want you, pet -- not anyone else." Aldon dipped his head until his mouth hovered over the bodice of sheer georgette and the betraying pucker of my nipple. He breathed warm, moist air through the fabric, the sensation drawing the flesh tighter.

"I mean, they are experienced…" I hesitated, trying to get my brain to catch up with my mouth. If I told them the awful truth, would they realize their mistake and back off? "I haven't exactly…"

I drew a shuddering breath in. There was no way I could admit to these two, gorgeous males I'd lusted after for a year and a half that I was twenty-six and untouched. It would be like revealing a second head. I didn't want them to desire me; that would be too complicated and heartbreaking in the end. But I wanted them to like me and they wouldn't if they understood what an ugly little freak I am.

"Love, do you mean…" Daniel trailed off. His hand moved from my lower back to tangle in my hair, forcing me to look at him.

I closed my eyes. Nothing would make me open them, nothing.

Ooooh…

His other hand surfed back up my thigh, fingers easing between my labia to push just inside my pussy with a gentle and exploratory touch.

My eyes flew open.

The first thing I noticed was how beautiful Daniel is. He is handsome on his worst days, but his pupils had grown almost as large as the gray irises restraining them. His lips were parted and flushed with the same dark red spotting his high cheeks.

His fingers moved a fraction deeper and we both sucked in air at the same time.

He was touching it, that thin, membranous badge that told him exactly how undesirable I was to other men. His fingers retreated. He drew them toward his lips. I watched, mortified and mesmerized, as he sucked the tips into his mouth and his eyes drifted shut.

Eagerly-awaited sequel to the best-selling BOUGHT BY THE BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS series!

Nolan Buchanan, one of three billionaire brothers, is the cool head with a charming smile but he’s about to have his world tipped upside down. He’s used to getting what he wants and making no apologies but Nolan Buchanan will soon discover that what is most precious in life…cannot be bought.
Find out how the next Buchanan billionaire is brought to his knees in this sequel to the best-selling series, Bought By The Billionaire Brothers, by erotic romance author Alexx Andria.

EXCERPT:
"Nolan…" The strangled whisper told volumes. She tightened her hold on the child, who turned to stare at him with her finger in her mouth. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes darting past him. "You shouldn't be here.”
“There are a lot of places I shouldn’t go but here isn’t one of them.”
“Please, Nolan. This is my job. I can’t get into this with you right now.”
“Too bad,” he said, not willing to budge. “I have some questions and you’re going to answer them.” A surprising shock of awareness rippled through Nolan as he stared at the woman he last saw three years ago. His gaze returned to the toddler who was about three years old and that sickening lurch in his gut returned. He stared harder at the little girl and his brain quickly began picking out the easy similarities between himself and her fair features. "She mine?" he asked in a hard tone. When the woman’s lips tightened as if refusing to answer he repeated the question only this time his gaze narrowed with unrestrained anger. "Is she mine?"
"No."
He wanted to believe her so he could walk away but the sad truth was he knew she was lying. He could plainly see Buchanan traits in that child. "You're lying."
"What are you doing here?" she asked plaintively, her eyes growing wet. "How did you find me?"
"Funny thing about that. I didn't find you. Someone sent me an anonymous note saying I had a kid. Honestly, I thought it was a ruse to shake me down for some money. But I see now that whatever their motives, it had nothing to do with money. Surprisingly."
"And you think I sent that note?" she asked incredulously. "Well, I didn't."
"I'm beginning to realize that. Regardless of who sent the damned note, don't you think it might've been prudent to let me know I had fathered a child?"
"No." She lifted her chin. "I never had any intentions of you knowing."

Tina has given up on men. Well, almost. She lusts after hot guys and fantasizes about them in the privacy of her bedroom. Her sister in law, Lori, calls them her guys of the month because Tina never sticks with one for long. But Tina won’t ask them out or even date a guy. She claims men are too much hassle but in reality, she’s scared. Scared of getting hurt and scared of being judged about her weight. However, when Stewart asks Tina out and she shoots him down, Lori makes a deal with Tina. If she gives Stewart a chance, she’ll never bother Tina about her love life again. Tina reluctantly agrees but one chance is all Stewart needs to convince Tina that he’s the guy of a lifetime.

Guy of the Month is another in Marlene Sexton’s collection of Erotic BBW Romances. It’s a great story about a girl who’s given up on love until she meets a guy that truly appreciates her and her luscious, curvy body. See what others have to say about Marlene's erotica:

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[This is a curve mirror of a taboo title. See note at end of description ]

Instead of thanking her long-time crush Cayce Gerard after he rescues her from a truly disastrous date,  Ashley Phillips wants to read him the riot act. When the gentle veterinarian uncharacteristically turns her over his knee and starts spanking her spoiled butt, Ashley's protests turn to moans and her secret is finally out.

What will the good doctor do?

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This 6,600+ Wicked Curve title is for readers who enjoy two people moving from friends to lovers, a hard smack or ten across a woman's bare bottom, and a cock as big as Texas. (Can I get a Hell Yeah?)
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My heart lurched then thumped wildly at the knowledge Cayce was touching me. Not just anywhere, but down there. He had kissed my fingers, sucked at them. This wasn't a mere smack or four on the ass anymore. If Cayce didn't stop immediately, his actions were a prelude to sex. The kind of sex I'd been dreaming about for a good many years. The kind of sex I had to pretend I was having with Howard so I could climax.

"We...we need to talk about this." Lifting my head, I looked across the swell of my clenched stomach and saw Cayce Gerard dumbstruck for the first time in all the years I've known him.

His expression lasted half a heartbeat before he gave a dismissive shake of his head and refocused his gaze on my throbbing wet pussy. "Love, a hungry man doesn't talk about eating -- he eats."

I had less than a second to register Cayce calling me love before his mouth descended onto my sex. His lips and tongue catching and sucking at my clit, he explored the perimeter of my pulsing cunt with his thumb. Each contraction found me wetter and tighter than the last. I sucked a ragged breath in -- sucked and sucked and sucked to keep from exploding all over Cayce in a creamy mess of excitement.

The air released with a sharp cry.

Cayce froze then he lifted his head. His gray gaze darkened as tears slid down my cheeks. Hastily, he lowered my skirt then surged up my body.

"Ash, love. Shh." He smoothed his hand along my arm, trying to calm me. "I'm sorry, baby. I stopped. I won't touch you again--"

[Readers of Spanked by Brother - this is a slightly (from 5000 to 6600 words) expanded, non-taboo mirror, with no additional plot developments (just longer, steamier sexing - mwahahaha).]