Audrey Mills
flaunts her curvaceous figure and has no qualms about her size or her
love of creamy pastry. But a sexy billionaire earl would throw any girl
off her game, and when Duncan, Lord Thornhill, asks her out, Audrey is
definitely thrown.
Regaining composure, she accepts the date and the accompanying holiday fling her adventurous side wants.
She doesn't expect more than a fling, but what's a girl to do when things start to turn serious? Does she cut her loses and run to chocolate? Or does she make the leap?
Countess Curvy is a 36,000 word m/f story with explicit sex scenes and a curvy leading lady that’s curvy-licious!
Regaining composure, she accepts the date and the accompanying holiday fling her adventurous side wants.
She doesn't expect more than a fling, but what's a girl to do when things start to turn serious? Does she cut her loses and run to chocolate? Or does she make the leap?
Countess Curvy is a 36,000 word m/f story with explicit sex scenes and a curvy leading lady that’s curvy-licious!
Excerpt:
She slipped
the keycard into the lock and let the door slam closed behind her. Shrugging
out of her coat, she hung it up and looked at the meager selection of clothing
she’d packed. When she decided to make this a working vacation, Audrey hadn’t
planned on fancy dinners with nobility. And she really wished she could ring up
Eliza and have her bring round another dress.
Ring up? She
laughed at herself. She had been in London for three days, and already she
sounded more and more British.
Damn it, there
wasn’t enough time between now and dinner to find a new dress. There was no way
in hell she’d be able to find the right shop in time. Audrey took out her
dresses and criticized each and every one in the bright entry light. Where was
he taking her? She hadn’t asked—it hadn’t been important.
Then. Now it
was the most important thing she could think of! Was this a fancy dinner? In
which case, she really didn’t have an outfit. Or could she get away with a
black cocktail dress?
Holding the
dress in front of her, she studied herself in the mirror. This would have to
make do; it was called the little black dress for a reason.
But was it a
Come up and see me sometime dress?
She didn’t know.
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