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
Sugarplum: a BBW Christmas romance (Sweet Curves Book 4)
✍ Scribed by Wade, Megan
- Book ID
- 110534076
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 100 KB
- Series
- Sweet Curves 4
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B081VR1ZG1
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
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. 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…
📜 SIMILAR VOLUMES
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—h
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 o
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
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
Those are the words running on repeat in Sawyer Dixon’s head when he sees Katie Wilder for the first time in five years. As the owner of Sweet Curves Bakery, Katie spends her days making other people’s big days perfect with zero time leftover for a life of her own. When she wanders through the door