Curves For Her Vampire Cowboy

By Leslie Diver

Roberta is curvy, fierce, and a one vampire kill over her limit.

The local vampire nest has run out of tolerance, and if Roberta wants to live to see morning, she has to do exactly what they say. 

That means working with the very creature she’s sworn to kill—and hanging out with Ghoul-Folk is not something a vampire hunter does. It’s not ideal, but her new partner is awfully cute, and an authentic Old-West cowboy to boot. What’s not to love?

Just the fact he thirsts for her blood.

Can a ferocious vampire hunter and Old West cowboy work together to complete their mission… and maybe discover something more?

This 16,700+ word curvy girl romance contains detailed explicit descriptions of sex between a full-figured girl and a Old-West vampire cowboy who knows how to appreciate her.

It's intended for the enjoyment of adult readers who love BBW paranormal stories involving cowboys and vampires.

Author Note: This is a standalone HEA / HFN supernatural romance with no cliffhanger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie Diver
• Release date: Dec 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519943965

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CURVES FOR HER VAMPIRE COWBOY

by Leslie Diver

CURVES FOR HER VAMPIRE COWBOY

Leslie Diver

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All Rights Reserved ©2016 Leslie Diver. First Printing: 2016.

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age and older.

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CURVES FOR HER VAMPIRE COWBOY

I ran my finger in a slow circle around the rim of the amber Blood and Sand cocktail. My lips pursed at the name.

Appropriate drink for here.

I tilted my head. Bloody Mary works too.

My name would have to be something besides Bobbi, though.

I glanced around the room and the other bar patrons. Might be too informal for this place. Roberta’s more in line with this crowd.

If there’s one thing they like, it’s elegance.

My eyes darted to the deep red wood paneling and soft amber lights. There were a few modern trappings like discrete security camera’s tucked away in the corner. I wasn’t sure when the bar was built but it felt old. Somewhere behind the cherry wood was stonework set by men and women from the pioneer days.

A soft approving murmur took me back to the present.

A skinny blond waitress in a black dress too thin for me to wear walked by. Her eyes lingered on my boobs. She nodded her head and smiled.

I pressed my lips together and returned a forced smile. Sometimes I wasn’t sure which bothered me more. The girls – and guys – who criticized my weight or them. They meant nothing, but they were just as bothersome.

Hey, I think it’s great you’re confident enough to wear that.

Good for you for dressing sexy.

It’s so nice to see a big girl go out.

The ones that smile as if telling a dog they’re a good boy.

Yes, I’m wearing a low cut blouse that skirts the edge of Confidence City and neighbors Slutty Suburb. It’s just enough cleavage to show the goods. If that wasn’t enough to seal the deal, my black skirt clung tight to my curved ass. Some might say painted on.

It wasn’t my normal attire. Given the choice, I’d rather wear sweats, but hey, I’m a working girl. I have to dress if I’m to entice.

As if in response, I saw him. People say you can’t tell, but that’s not true. The clients – true clients – of places like this carry themselves differently.

There’s a certain arrogance in their swagger. They all have it. He was dressed in a simple, clean, and black tank top and blue jeans. Typical for Texas, even in here. Nothing overt that hinted at his wealth or power, but I knew.

I’m not saying most people wouldn’t stare. With his brownish blond hair and tight baseball player-sized muscles, he was a hot piece of eye candy.

He leaned forward, inhaled deep, and approached slow. Each step was methodical – a balance between chasing prey and refraining from over anxiousness.

His voice was soft and almost musical when he spoke. Quinn.

I nodded and took another sip of the Blood and Sand.

His eyes went to my tits and lingered just enough to show he was interested but not so much that it was obscene. A man with that much power could ignore social niceties.

My lip curled into a slight smile. If there’s one thing they like, it’s elegance.

I put in as much fake shyness as I could into my voice. Roberta.

He took in a deep breath. It’s rare to see a woman such as yourself these days. He shook his head and waved dismissively to his side and by proxy toward all the other women in the bar.

Centuries ago, Renaissance masters carved you into stone or painted you for the future to savor.

I smiled. Wealth, muscles, and a desire for curvy girls. He’s my man.

I leaned forward and arched my neck. Not so much that it was desperate – just enough to play the game.

My voice lowered to a husky whisper while his eyes narrowed. "Is it just the future... or did you have something… or someone in mind?" I held my hand up and traced a slow line though my cleavage, over my soft stomach, and down pass my ass. My hand and his gaze stayed where I pointed.

He stared for several quick heartbeats as I felt my body prepare. My muscles tensed and I took