When race car mechanic Charlyse Cruise gets invited to the Grand Prix kick-off party of the year, she can’t believe her luck. It isn’t long before popular playboy race car driver and team owner, Tyler Dalton, of Dalton Enterprises, spots her at the party. Her voluptuous curves, dark fiery hair, and a dimpled smile immediately have him gravitating in her direction. He willingly drags her away from the party, and soon, the two are locked in a sexy, explosive tryst.

On impulse, Tyler convinces her to accompany him to NASCAR in Las Vegas. Without a second thought, she hops in his Bugatti and finds herself on her way to the big race with him. Things seem to heat up and then suddenly, drastically cool down once they reach the sparkling lights of the city that never sleeps.

How’s a girl supposed to move on when she has no idea what she’s done wrong? Finicky, gorgeous billionaires… who has time for their games? She just hopes what happens in Vegas, really does stay in Vegas.

Racing Hearts is book 1 in the Curvy Hips and Sexy Lips series and is for readers 18+.

Racing hearts
Walking Dick
Love Handles
Big Escapes
Sweet Treats (pre-order)
Each BBW romance in the series is a standalone love story with a HEA and can be read in any order.

Drawing a breath, I looked away from him. When his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me up against his chest, I didn’t resist. When his mouth sealed over mine in a fiery, possessive kiss, I gave in much too easily. Before I knew what was happening, he was pressing me up against the cold bricks of the alleyway wall.

Life is right on track for the curvalicious entrepreneur, Michelle Wilson. Her travel agency is thriving, her passport is not as stamped as much as she’d hoped, but she’s got a travel bucket list a mile long and is determined to see everything the world has to offer. She's also managed to lose a few pounds, and that was something she was proud of. When an unexpected fire almost burns down not only the bookstore next door to her travel agency, it also threatens to extinguish her ambitions and dreams, as the entire building gets closed down. But she soon finds herself facing a new obstacle: a tall, gorgeous firefighter with reddish hair, a foreign accent, muscles for days, and a smile that could melt an iceberg. 

Blaise. His name is Blaise. She shares a laugh about his ironic name with her friends, but in reality, she just can't get the sexy fireman out of her head. Is there any chance someone like him could be interested in someone like her? Only one way to find out... 

The insurance company will handle the damage to her hard-earned travel agency, but who will douse inferno in her heart when Blaise goes no-contact on her... and essentially disappears without a warning or a trace?

Big Escapes is book 4 in the Curvy Hips and Sexy Lips series and is intended for readers 18+.

Racing hearts
Walking Dick
Love Handles
Big Escapes
Sweet Treats (pre-order)
Each BBW romance in the series is a standalone love story with a HEA and can be read in any order.

Blaise picked me up in a fireman’s carry—ha—and walked with me as I screeched the whole time at being hoisted over his back. He swatted my ass and said, “Shhh. No screaming until I’m making you come.”

A sudden loud crash-bang resounded, and with a loud yelp, I was suddenly face-down on my desk with a heavy body on top of me.
“What was that?” I mumbled as best as I could with my face smooshed against the desk. “You’re smothering me.”
“I need to make sure everything is safe,” the firefighter murmured in my ear. His voice was deep and protective, and an uncontrollable shudder rattled my body.
Swallowing hard, I tried to nod.
He lifted his body from mine and rushed to the door I shared with the bookstore, looking in. “A bookshelf just fell into the wall in there.”
I got up and straightened my skirt, then cleared my throat. “Uh, okay, well thank you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, ushering me outside. He closed the door behind us. Then he nodded to a police officer standing nearby holding a roll of caution tape. The cop began barraging the doors with it.
With a sigh, I watched the police officer work, and then turned to leave, almost bumping into hottie fireman.
“Whoa, you all right?” he asked, steadying me by gripping my shoulders. I looked up at him once again, noticing how tall he was. I was a good five-foot-seven but had worn my two-inch red pumps today. I still had to crane my neck to look into his face.
“I’ll live,” I said once I managed to find my voice.
He grinned down at me and then released me. “Don’t worry, okay? Insurance should pay for it all.”
It was then I noticed his voice had an accent to it. Was that Australian? British? Scottish? Deciding it wasn’t important right now, I said, “I know. I’m not sad for me. I’m sad for my friend Anette and all the destroyed books. I just don’t understand how a fire started in there.”
Hottie fireman turned to walk away, and from over his shoulder, he said, “That’s what the fire marshal is for. He’ll figure it out.”
I went to turn and then stopped as a thought popped into my head. “Hey, what’s your name?”
He halted his stride and then threw me a panty-dropping smirk. “Blaise.”

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