The Curvy Sister — Jordan Bell

Curvy girl Cassidy Blue had her heart broken when she caught her fiance and her younger sister together. Despite the scandalous nature of their relationship, the town has chosen to pretend Cassidy never happened - well, everyone except Cassidy of course.

Cassidy becomes untethered as she faces the impending nuptials, losing her grandmother's home to her sister who will inherit it after the wedding, a mother who can't choose between her daughters, and a town of romantics dead set on embracing the wedding even as it destroys Cassidy's heart.

Cass finds distraction from her anger in an unlikely place - the arms of her ex-fiance's older brother, Jason King. Home for a few weeks from his city-boy, New York investor life, he quiets her mind by satisfying her body. For Cass, he's the perfect salve to heal her wounds. He's temporary and insatiable and seems to want a plus-sized girl like Cassidy as much as she needs his strength. He can't hurt her if she doesn't let him get close.

But as they grow closer, temporary may not prove long enough.

The Curvy Sister is a standalone, CURVES & CORSETS title for readers who want a world of beautiful girls with real curves and the hot men who love them. Curves & Corsets are steamy reads with heart and heartache, chance and adventure. The heroines are all plus-size beauties, curvacious, voluptuous, and voracious. These girls don't just have curves, they've got attitudes and are hell bent to be kissed every day and often.


EXCERPT:

He set my arm down into my lap and maybe it was my imagination that his fingers lingered against my cold, damp skin. He felt unbelievably hot, like a furnace kept on too long and too high in the dead of winter. He evaporated the cold right off me.

A rumble of thunder, a flash of light, and rain enough to beat back the devil. It was his voice that drowned out the rush of blood in my ears and the near constant screaming I'd heard somewhere at the back of my mind since the day I discovered their ugly secret.

What I didn't want to hear was his sincerity or his encouragement. I didn't want his pity or his comfort. I didn't want to be the girl who needed that from anyone. It made me feel too much like a victim.

“He deserved it, Cass. Tell you the truth, you were - ”

I made him stop talking by kissing him.

I snaked my wounded arm across the nape of his neck and kissed him like some kind of crazy person who goes around doing crazy things like kissing strange men. I pressed my mouth to match his, and for a whole lifetime he didn't react. He sat stock frozen still, unresponsive to the urgent crush of my smaller lips against his.

And then all at once his spine softened and his mouth accepted mine, turned a half degree to capture it more fully. His hands found my thighs and stroked them up and back down to my knees. He leaned into me. Action not reaction.

The screaming in my thoughts cut off under the flooding sensations of mouth and hands and heat. All at once, like a light switch, and Jonathan and Bailey and that day in the barn vanished with the noise and all I could feel was Jason's burning, wet body and the sound our mouths made when they pressed and came away to breathe.