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  Alphas Prefer Curves

  A Curvy Girl Romance BBW Anthology (Volume One)

  Hot alpha males come in all flavors, from fierce shifters and swaggering rockstars to bad boy bikers and seductive billionaires, men of action and passion. In this collection of standalone BBW romance novels and novellas by the writers of the wildly popular Curvy Girl Romance group, the hunky heroes all have one thing in common: these alphas prefer curves.

  Dangerous Protector by Milly Taiden

  Cynthia Vega had a good reason to leave James Brock, the only man she loved, after accepting his marriage proposal. Now she's back. And he's not willing to ignore their chemistry or the past.

  A Prowl On The Wild Side by Erika Masten

  Curvy girl Vanessa is haunted by nightmares, dreams of being an animal, and sleepwalks naked. What’s she doing losing her heart to a 6’4” Nordic Adonis with fangs and fur? That’s just crazy.

  Bear Biker Love by Harper Ashe

  He’s a sexy, leather-wearing Alpha bear who needs to find his mate. She’s a curvy, brunette BBW who believes in fate. Will they take a romantic ride with destiny?

  Bear The Heat by Catherine Vale

  Rescuing Sonya from a fire is only the beginning. It's instant chemistry, a passion that burns as bright as the very fires that threaten to consume them.

  Heartbitten by Aubrey Rose

  When a snarky billionaire vampire meets a curvy grad student, he loses his heart and finds true love.

  Distracting the Billionaire’s Son by Jordan Bell

  Curvy girl Jessica discovers a distraction in Jonah that could help them both forget the troubles that soon threaten to destroy what fragile pleasure they've found in each other.

  The Billionaire’s Curvy Guide by Danielle Duncan

  When Zoe and Bastian meet, it's magnetic. But Zoe doesn't want to risk her job and Bastian won't back down. Only one of them can win this battle of wills--but what will the loser really lose?

  Soldier by Liliana Rhodes

  Hitman, killer, Dante Gambino, that’s who I am, but none of it mattered until I met Gia. I will protect her and keep her safe, but doing so will push her away forever. I must kill her brother.

  Something True by Malia Mallory

  Rocker Liam Smith’s in trouble-again. A charity founded to entertain hospitalized kids seems ideal for his community service, and the director Shelley Taylor is as curvy as his favorite guitar.

  Heart Racer by Marian Tee

  Greek billionaire biker Leandro Christopoulos wants snarky Roberta as his fake girlfriend, and he's willing to lie about loving her to make it happen.

  Jade by Olivia Rigal

  For a young genius like Jade few things are a challenge except maybe a bowl of ice cream or a normal conversation with a guy. Until Oliver shows her curves are meant to be rocked.

  Kings of Asphalt by Alexx Andria

  Curvy reporter Zoe Delacourte wants MC leaders Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen. Some might call them bad men but Zoe doesn't care! She wants the bad boys in her bed!

  Operation: Burlesque by Michelle Fox

  When Ruby Palmer signs on to work as a seamstress for the steamy Cirque D’Amour, the spotlight won’t take no for an answer, and neither will the circus’ handsome, enigmatic magician, Blake Cannon.

  KANE by Eliza Gayle

  Kane Gunn has a kill order to fill and when he catches the curvy woman who’s become his obsession he is consumed by a desire that overwhelms everything, including his quest for justice.

  Table of Contents

  Dangerous Protector by Milly Taiden

  A Prowl On The Wild Side by Erika Masten

  Bear Biker Love by Harper Ashe

  Bear The Heat by Catherine Vale

  Heartbitten by Aubrey Rose

  Distracting the Billionaire’s Son by Jordan Bell

  The Billionaire’s Curvy Guide by Danielle Duncan

  Soldier by Liliana Rhodes

  Something True by Malia Mallory

  Heart Racer by Marian Tee

  Jade by Olivia Rigal

  Kings of Asphalt by Alexx Andria

  Operation: Burlesque by Michelle Fox

  KANE by Eliza Gayle

  Dangerous Protector

  Federal Paranormal Unit

  By Milly Taiden

  Chapter One

  Sirens blared. One after another the police cruisers and fire department vehicles sped by in a rush. A honk sounded from behind James Brock’s SUV. He glanced over his shoulder.

  “This moron is trying to cause an accident,” Tony Ramirez, one of the Federal Paranormal Unit team members, yelled at the rearview mirror.

  Brock glanced over his shoulder. A black Sedan tailed close behind them. Too close.

  Ramirez gripped the wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m already doing eighty.”

  “Tony, let them by.”

  There was something big going on. He curled his hands into fists in his lap. He knew what it was. They all knew.

  “Where do you think they’re all going, Brock?” The concern in Jane Donovan’s voice momentarily choked him. Her soft lilt reminded him of his mother’s voice. At first appearance, you’d think Donovan was a weak woman, but make her angry, and you’d have hell to pay.

  Tension turned palpable with its own heartbeat in the fast-moving SUV.

  “I can take a wild guess.”

  They made a sharp corner on a bend onto a dirt road. The SUV skidded on its wheels for a second. Everyone held on while they bounced in their seats.

  “Jesus H. Christ, Ramirez! Can you not to get us killed before we get there,” Donovan growled.

  “Sorry, cariño, but there is no time to be worried about your delightful ass bouncing on the seat when we have to find a missing kid.”

  “I told you to stop calling me darling!”

  “Ramirez…” Brock sighed.

  Their constant bickering wasn’t unusual, so he ignored it and focused on the scene ahead. Multiple police cars parked outside the house he’d called the local PD on. The house he knew had the latest missing person they had been searching for.

  “Oh, God!” Fear laced Donovan’s whisper.

  They were thinking the same thing. That whoever kidnapped little Kyler Jones had killed her. That his request for the county to get to the house in question had been too late. His gaze roamed the area through the darkness of the early evening. Multitudes of tall willows surrounded the large house set in the middle of nowhere. Perfect. If he’d been looking for a place to do some of the things the person in that house was known for, this was the right spot. There wasn’t a body around for miles. Nobody to help. Nobody to hear the screams.

  Ramirez hadn’t fully stopped when Brock jumped out of the SUV, his feet hitting the ground with a thump. Immediate perspiration gathered on his upper lip. The humidity from August had brought intense heat. Though it was closing in on nighttime, the air sizzled with the high temperature from earlier.

  He ran for the SWAT van. Instinct told him they’d know more than the local sheriff’s department. Radios beeped. Concern expanded in his chest. Everyone seemed to want an update on the situation. He recognized one of the FBI department heads—Martin Galvez—standing off to the side of the SWAT van.

  The older man stopped mid-sentence to give him one of his degrading piercing glares. “Brock. What are you doing here?” Command oozed from his Latin accent.

  Brock glanced from Galvez to the other two lower ranked agents. Took both men all of a second to move away. That allowed him and Galvez to talk.

  “This is our case. We found Kyler Jones through intense searching of phone records and—”

  “Save it,” Galvez cut him off. He turned away from Brock to study the area.

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nbsp; “How are you going to retrieve the child? Do we know if she’s alive?” Brock tried to tamp down the surge of power dancing through his veins. It wasn’t usually difficult to do. He’d mastered his darkness. But Galvez had a tendency of pushing his anger. The older man’s attitude lit a fire in his stomach.

  Galvez smirked. “We have a man who went in through the back.”

  Gathered men and women avidly stared at the house. Watching. Waiting. Brock knew there were no guarantees of getting the child out alive. They all knew that. It’s what made his job that much harder.

  Power swirled at his fingertips. He need only know what to do, and he could end the entire thing in a matter of seconds. “Do you need me to—”

  “What I need, is for you to keep yourselves out of the way,” Galvez ordered.

  Anger licked at his skin, growing at the speed of a derailed train. He shot a glance at Galvez. For a split second, Galvez paled.

  “I’d watch how you talk to people, Galvez,” Brock said, no longer caring that his voice sounded hard. Steely. Deadly.

  An explosion rocked the ground. He jerked his gaze to the house. Flames consumed the structure. Screams and shouts filled the night. Men moved in all directions toward the house, gunfire blasting through the shouts. Brock’s muscles tightened.

  “Can we do anything?” Donovan yelled over the sirens and shouts. She ran a hand over her mussed up ponytail. Her fingers shook. He saw the desperate need to help in her eyes. It went against her nature not to.

  Brock shook his head. “We wait.”

  The thought of doing nothing didn’t appeal to him either. In fact, it was hell to hold back and not run into the house and get the kid himself. His power shoved outward. Pushing to get out. To take control.

  “Finally!” Galvez sighed.

  Brock’s vision followed Galvez’s line of sight until he saw a woman running out through the flames with a bundle covered in a dripping blanket.

  His breaths thundered in his ears. Everything narrowed until the only thing he saw was her. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Was his mind playing a trick on him? After all these years? But no, it wasn’t a trick. Soaking wet, she ran from the burning house toward them. Paramedics surrounded her and took the covered bundle from her arms. She gasped for air, coughing through the smoke she’d inhaled before she finally glanced up and met his gaze.

  He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, watching everything like a spectator versus an active participant. The beast inside him roared. After all the years they’d been apart, after she’d left him for no apparent reason, she was back. He watched her march toward him. Her dark gaze slid from him to Galvez.

  In the background, firemen fought the burning house. Sirens continued to blare. Loud. Driving the point that chaos had ensued around them. But he couldn’t find it in him to care. His sole focus was on the woman he’d loved. Hard. The woman who’d left him.

  Cynthia Vega.

  “Vega.” Galvez’s tone was clipped. “What took you so long?”

  Her brows dipped low, eyes flashing. “Get over it. I got the child out alive. That was my main concern. I did what was needed. If it took all night…” She shrugged. “It would have taken all night.”

  The black T-shirt soaked and plastered to her brown skin, showed off the curves Brock had always loved. Curves he’d kissed, licked, and bit in the heat of passion. He loved her large rounded thighs and wide hips. He’d adored being hugged into her softness. Hell, he’d loved every inch of curves and seeing her again only brought back the need for her.

  Brock’s hands itched to grab her. Power surged inside him. Dark. Deadly. It swarmed his veins and expanded through his limbs in a wave of heat. A haze of red clouded his vision.

  Cynthia met his gaze. Her perfectly arched brows rose. “Brock.”

  He took a deep breath. Inhaled the soft scent of Jasmine she loved to wear. Fear seeped from her pores, mingling with the sweet Jasmine scent. But this wasn’t the time or place to discuss their past.

  “Vega.”

  Pain flashed through her eyes for a millisecond before she went back to the detached professional. But he’d seen it. Knew that she’d heard the anger in the way he’d softly growled her name. She folded her arms over her chest. Defensive. He’d gotten to know each of her quirks. This was her I’m-not-at-fault move.

  “We don’t need you here, Brock.” Galvez’s voice broke through the tension between him and Cynthia.

  He eyed the older man. Saw the curious way he glanced back and forth between them.

  “As you can see, we have it under control. You and your” —Galvez’s gaze slid over Brock’s shoulder to where Donovan and Ramirez stood behind him— “Team can go. The child’s safe.”

  He wanted to argue with Galvez, but it wasn’t his fault Cynthia had messed with his concentration.

  Cynthia swallowed hard. Indecision marked her features. He gave her a slow once-over before turning on his heel to face Donovan and Ramirez. “Let’s go.”

  “But—”

  “The child’s safe, Donovan. That’s what we came for.”

  Confusion sparked in the depths of her eyes. “Are you sure she’s okay?”

  “I wouldn’t leave otherwise.”

  That was the absolute truth. All his team members knew it. He’d never leave a crime scene unless the victim was safe or— in a worst-case scenario he was much too familiar with—dead. While his gift was seen as a dark destructive force, he preferred to use it for the safe return of those victims he could help find.

  Donovan gave a quick nod. He marched past her toward the SUV, leaving her and Ramirez to follow.

  “Relax, babe. If he says the kid’s okay, then the kid’s okay,” Ramirez whispered at Brock’s back.

  “Will you please stop calling me babe?” Donovan hissed.

  “Brock!” The sound of Cyn’s yell reached him just as he was about to hop into the passenger side of his vehicle.

  He stopped. The frustration he was tamping down surged all over again. She reached him a moment later, still panting from the run out of the burning house.

  “I just want to say…thank you.” Her gaze dropped down to his mouth. Lust bubbled up inside him. At her slow lick of her lips, he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from hauling her to him. To taste her. “I know your team found the child.” She met his gaze. Desire sparkled in the depths of her hazel eyes. “I appreciate it.”

  The beast he never allowed control roared inside, demanding a taste of her lips. Ah, those lips. She had the full luscious bow shaped lips that he knew were soft, decadent, and fit perfectly against his. Her lips, along with every abundant curve on her sexy body, had been his downfall.

  “You don’t need to thank me. This is our job.”

  “I know I don’t need to thank you. But you and your team…” She glanced over his shoulder into the SUV. Ramirez and Donovan were actively studying them with interest. “You got her and called for help before anything could happen. You saved this child.”

  He gripped the door handle. “No. We found her. You saved her.”

  “James…”

  The hairs on his arms rose. Something unlocked inside him. Her husky voice, pitched with that sexy Latin accent, was like a punch to the gut. It was low, so low over the still blaring sirens, over the shouts from the firefighters, if he hadn’t had enhanced hearing, he’d never have heard it. None of that mattered. To hear her say his name so softly instantly brought back memories of another time, another place. A time when they’d done much more than mere talking. She shifted. His attention was drawn to her chest. The material of her top plastered to her body, showing off her full breasts.

  Ignore it.

  He pushed the unwanted memories and feelings back. “You got the kid, Vega. That’s what matters.”

  Hurt clouded her eyes. Should he care that she’d been hurt because he called her by her last name? No. He couldn’t care. She’d left him and never returned. Until now. Those emotions weren’t part of
him any longer.

  “Brock—”

  He turned his back on her. He’d never done it before, but he did it now. Dammit, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard. He hopped into the SUV. Shut the door. And shut her out. Fuck. It filled his chest with a dull pain to leave her there with that gratefulness shining in her eyes. But he refused to glance out the window once he was in his seat. Instead, he turned to Ramirez and saw the questions in his team member’s eyes and ignored them.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  * * *

  Cynthia watched the red tail lights from the black SUV shrink with the distance. Drops crawled down her arms. It was soothing to have the coolness from the water beat away the heat from the summer. Plus, just seeing James again really knocked her axis off center.

  “Anything you want to tell me?” The question came across as a demand for information.

  She turned to the sound of Galvez’s voice. Short cropped, salt-pepper hair, perfectly coiffed showed off his wrinkled forehead and deep-set dark eyes. A thin mustache covered the pursed line of his lips. For an older man, he wasn’t hard on the eyes. Well, not for women who liked the know-it-all types, anyway. Unfortunately, for him, Cyn wasn’t the least bit impressed by him.

  “We’re on a need to know basis here, Galvez.” She wrung the water out of her ponytail and headed for her car.

  “Obviously there’s something I need to know about the relationship between you and Brock.” He barked the words over the shouts, following her toward her black, rusty Camry.

  She stopped, whirled in place, and shook her head. Was the man growing delusional with his position? “Hang on a second here. You recruited me. You requested my expertise for the team. You wanted me to help lead the FPU. My past with Brock or anyone else has no bearing on my ability to do the job.”

  “You know you’ll be working close to him.”