Extended 2/21/13-BBW Cecelia is set for a weekend at her parents' lake house, but her car won't start. Promising to drive slowly, family friend Aiden offers her a ride on his motorcycle, but it's not a fear of crashing bothering her. She's worried about what will happen when the engine is thrumming between her legs and she is pressed up against the big hard body of her secret crush.

Book 3 -- Final installment in the Smoke & Curves series.

Firefighter Dare O'Donnell walked through a blazing hell of flames and smoke to save me. But the fire wasn't the first time we met. We were friends, almost lovers, years ago. Our past proves that I can trust him with my life, but never with my heart.Old memories poison our future. His friends and family are toxic. Already, I'm halfway out the door. I just want one last kiss before I go.

Part III - follows Training Her Curves - Miami For two years, I’ve kept secret the burning crush I have on my super-sexy, totally dominant boss Dylan Kehoe. As far as Dylan is concerned, I’m the office shadow that brings his coffee, answers his calls and books his paid submissives. All of the women are petite things, most of them with little to no substance. That’s not me. I’m a big girl with big curves. With the company expanding into designer lingerie and kinky clubs for the ultra-rich, this may be my one chance to find out if Dylan could ever desire a girl my size. You see, his brother is head over heels in lust — maybe even love — with the plus-size fetish model contracted to be the face and body of the club and clothes. If Dylan can’t see the sexy in that relationship, then it’s time for me to move on. I just hope I don’t get my heart broken before I discover the truth. With over 19,200 words, this is the third installment in the Training Her Curves series (follows THC-Miami) and is the first of two installments focusing on Dylan and Marjolein. 

(Originally released as Dee Viante -- limited introductory sale price) Billionaire Warren Gates has been a bad, bad boy. He's overseen his company's largest round of layoffs and offshoring and cut wages and benefits on everyone remaining. But that's not what keeps him up at night. A vision of gently rolling hills and valleys of pale flesh, heavy breasts and a deep cavern dripping moisture onto his tongue plague his dreams and leave him with a lust no ordinary woman can satisfy.  Lucky for him, he knows just the woman to exorcise his demons. Better yet, she's out of work and desperate after he signed the pink slip. Can he convince Lila to sell her body to him, to sit naked on him, her feminine juices running in rivers down his muscled chest? Will she press her breasts against his face, letting him breathe only when she allows? Will one session be enough or will Warren always crave MORE. This 10,200+ word story offers a surprising (happy-for-now) romance with room for future installments.

Leah Howard doesn’t believe in werewolves, even if she dreams of shifting. Pack alpha Seth Gladwin can’t understand why a human female is ringing all his mating bells.When Seth chases Leah down in her apartment building and partially shifts in front of her, he wants nothing more than a forgetting spell placed on the plus-size beauty so he can continue investigating a secret society of Hunters intent on making the local werewolf clan extinct.Only this time, the society’s prey isn’t shifters -- it’s Leah.This 18,000+ word BBW paranormal erotic romance is for Wicked readers with a craving for fearsome alpha males, a little magic and a whole lotta curves!Explicit excerpt from deep inside!Opening his eyes, Seth fought the urge to curl his hand along the back of Leah's pale neck and pull her to him for a first kiss. The timing sucked -- he had to figure out what her being a latent meant for the clan, not to mention the whole werewolf thing she had to deal with and the memories of her dead sister that had been stirred back to life.“You can go now.” She lifted her chin, tried not to look at him and failed.Her face was a work of art, the canvas smooth and pale with thin traces of blue beneath the skin. A barely perceptible cleft dented her narrow chin. He pictured his thumb flat against the spot, using it to control the tilt of her head as he kissed her. Those startling green eyes would close in surrender when his lips touched hers.Not green. Green was too bland of a description. She stared at him with irises the color of pale liquid moss, the kind he could happily roll around in for hours in his wolf form. Right then, her pupils pulsed, their size huge. Watching them dance, he leaned a little closer and felt heat flare through her body.God, what a body. The memory of pressing against her made his cock twitch. Definitely on the plus side, she had rounded arms with wide flared hips that dipped back down to plump thighs. Not at all like the women in his clan who were as hard and muscled as the males.His gaze moved to her breasts. Full and sensuous, he could bury his head between them if she would only let him. But first he would suck the nipples to a swollen peak. Just thinking about it turned his tongue as hard as his dick.He blinked, his gaze refocusing on the most lush, fuckable woman he’d ever seen. His woman, no matter how much she might deny it. She was a latent. She’d triggered his mating response. She didn’t understand yet what that meant, but he knew. All the shifters before them, all the living, fucking, and dying to make room for the succeeding generations had distilled down to this one woman -- his genetic mate.He reached his hand up, not so much rethinking the kiss as knowing he had to taste her mouth before he took that hot, sweet pussy. She stepped back, her pupils growing impossibly bigger.She swatted at his hand. “There’ll be none of that!”