Dangerous Curves: The Ultimate Curvy Collection

By Skye Eagleday

Here’s a steamy collection about love that can be larger than life—and life changing. The Lucky Seven tales include:
Loving a Wounded Hero: Clay Jose Sanchez was a decorated hero--and one of the many wounded warriors recovering from a road side explosion in Afghanistan. Curvy Kloe is a new physical therapist who has been assigned to work with Clay, a Latino patient who has managed to alienate every other provider at the hospital. But in looking through his medical records, Kloe discovers his girlfriend had been with him through over thirty surgeries, and then left a seven word handwritten note: "Can't take no more. I'm gone." His pain isn’t just physical.

As they continue to work together in his rehabilitation, they grow so close they begin to invade each other's passionate dreams. It's a miracle that Clay's desire and manhood return. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before he can walk again as well. Kloe has learned to see past the scars and pain to see the true hero he is within.
How Bad Can A Cowboy Be? Bad boys come in all sorts of flavors and two curvy cousins discover how much of a challenge and how much fun they can be in this sexy and sassy romance of plus-sized love among cowboys. Two of them are rodeo champions and a third is just barely scraping by but each has something special to offer. Discover the King of the Bad Boy Cowboys—Franco Delgato who managed to crush his famous father’s Presidential dreams when he attacked his hypocritical old man’s prejudicial policies during a national debate. Now he’s in exile and having the time of his life on a Dude Ranch that has just been inherited by Kathy Cunningham. She’s about to save a horse and ride a cowboy—or two.
Dominatrix And Her Cowboy: Confident and competent, curvy big girl Delia has become the most sought after Dominatrix in town. But as a favor to her relatives, the BBW college student heads off to the Pendleton Round-Up, the crowning rodeo and powwow event of the season. . Happily drunk and horny, Kaleb leaves his cowboy friend to take a leak and wanders into the teepee closest to the rodeo grounds to have the privacy he needs to pleasure himself. When Delia discovers him naked and aroused, her Dominatrix personality takes over and Kaleb the cowboy will discover what it's like to be ridden.
Romancing The Wolf: This sexy werewolf BBW novella follows the romantic and raunchy adventures of two curvy sisters as they vie for the attention of one hot pack. Other than feeling she's the only sane one in her family, Bree loves her life as a role model recruiting female students into scientific careers. But a camping trip to a remote American Indian Reservation will place her in the middle of a Werewolf Full Moon Run. The Pack isn't expecting to discover a beautiful curvy woman alone in such an isolated place. This encounter introduces Bree to a supernatural world in conflict with all of her years of scientific training. Bree’s instant and mutual attraction to Mikah, who goes furry once a month, will leave her breathless.

After meeting Bree, The Pack isn't expecting to later discover a second beautiful, curvy woman, yet they are more than willing to introduce her to their savage sexual ways. But BDSM Dominatrix Delia has been looking for The Pack because she has something else in mind for them: she loves the idea of playing rough with werewolf boy toys – especially since they heal so quickly

The question is--can a Pack of passionate werewolves survive Bree and her sassy sister?
So—ready to take a walk and the Wild and Wide side? Read on!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Eagleday
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311817143

Skye Eagleday

I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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Dangerous Curves: The Ultimate Curvy Collection

Skye Eagleday

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Copyright 2016 Skye Eagleday

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Introduction

I enjoy reading about all sorts of things, and I also enjoy writing about a wide range of topics and characters. Since I’m not exactly what most people would describe as average--being American Indian pretty much puts me into the other category. I remember during my first week of graduate school another student at a party came up and asked, What Tribal Nation are you from? I was impressed, thinking how politically correct he was. We refer to our own communities as Native Nations, rather than tribes. When I answered, he blew it by then asking, Isn’t that one of the endangered ones?

Well, not exactly endangered, but it does mean I come from a community where less than 8,000 of us exist in the known universe. If, God forbid, an asteroid wiped out Ireland tomorrow, the Irish culture would still survive. If my community gets wiped out—we’ll just be history. My point, is that I’ve always been curious about what it means to be a minority. If you’re like everyone else it means you don’t really have to think much about your life—it’s pretty much been scripted out for you. Television, novels, movies—even comic books—provide a model for you of what it is to be a member of the Dominant Society.

And if you don’t fit in? Well, there’s the older versions of Cinderella. Not the Disney stuff. In the older and much darker telling of the tale, when the two step-sisters are not able to fit their feet (too big!) into Cinderella’s slipper, you know what they do? One cuts off her toes and the other cuts off her heel. Then they try to shove the bloody stumps of their feet into the slipper. Never saw that in a Disney movie, huh? But it’s an overpowering message that society constantly gives its members that to fit in, you have to cut off whatever doesn’t fit the standards of society.

For too many years, that meant cutting women out of jobs or positions of power. It’s meant the only acceptable sexual orientation was straight, or the only spiritual path tolerated was Christian. And trust me, as an American Indian, the only role model provided for me while growing up was Tonto—the sidekick of the Lone Ranger. Do you know what Tonto means in Spanish? It means stupid or Dummy. I certainly didn’t see a lot of people who looked like me showing up in most commercial movies, television, or books.

That’s why when I started writing, I didn’t have an interest in always using the sort of characters I was used to see serving as the hero or heroine. My characters may be part Native American. Not all of my men have chiseled six-packs, and believe me, not all of my heroines wear designer dresses that are size zero. Some of my characters are bisexual. And you know a character I’ll never write? A BBW character who is constantly feeling unworthy and going on about how some dreamboat won’t pay attention to her because she won’t fit into the size zero dress. My BBW heroines are confident and competent. If they have any doubts it’s not about their bodies—it’s about meeting a challenge (or surviving dinner with mom, lol).

So—here are some of my lovely ladies I enjoyed writing about. I mostly write Paranormal Romance. The first time I combined a paranormal (werewolves) romance with a BBW theme, I not only had a great time, but the story made me a NY Times and USA Today Best Selling Author. I liked the two sisters featured in the story so much I decided to do a prequel of what their lives were like before they discovered the supernatural. I wondered what they were like when they were still in college. It turns out they had a connection with cowboys. I tend to write a lot about cowboys. I’m an American Indian, ok? Lol! So—I hope you will enjoy reading these stories as much as I have writing them:

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Loving a Wounded Hero:Clay Jose Sanchez was a decorated hero--and one of the many wounded warriors recovering from a road side explosion in Afghanistan. Curvy Kloe is a new physical therapist who has been assigned to work with Clay, a Latino patient who has managed to alienate every other provider at the hospital. But in looking through his medical records, Kloe discovers his girlfriend had been with him through over thirty surgeries, and then left a seven word handwritten note: Can't take no more. I'm gone. His pain isn’t just physical.

As they continue to work together in his rehabilitation, they grow so close they begin to invade each other's passionate dreams. It's a miracle that Clay's desire and manhood return. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before he can walk again as well. Kloe has learned to see past the scars and pain to see the true hero he is within.

How Bad Can A Cowboy Be?Bad boys come in all sorts of flavors and two curvy cousins discover how much of a challenge and how much fun they can be in this sexy and sassy romance of plus-sized love among cowboys. Two of them are rodeo champions and a third is just barely scraping by but each has something special to offer. Discover the King of the Bad Boy Cowboys—Franco Delgato who managed to crush his famous father’s Presidential dreams when he attacked his hypocritical old man’s prejudicial policies during a national debate. Now he’s in exile and having the time of his life on a Dude Ranch that has just been inherited by Kathy Cunningham. She’s about to save a horse and ride a cowboy—or two. Her cousin Bree will teach Bad Boy Jesse the error of his ways as she shows him how irresistible brains and beauty can be. For both cousins, XL definitely stands for Extra Lovely.

Dominatrix And Her Cowboy:Confident and competent, curvy big girl Delia has become the most sought after Dominatrix in town. But as a favor to her relatives, the BBW college student heads off to the Pendleton Round-Up, the crowning rodeo and powwow event of the season. She has promised to watch over her family's teepee while they're away. Happily drunk and horny, Kaleb leaves his cowboy friend to take a leak and wanders into the teepee closest to the rodeo grounds to have the privacy he needs to pleasure himself. When Delia discovers him naked and aroused, her Dominatrix personality takes over and Kaleb the cowboy will discover what it's like to be ridden.

Loved By The Cowboy:Tony Biggs was the most famous cowboy to hit the media since Roy Rogers and Hopalong Cassidy--but he was an actual rodeo champion who had been hired to star in a music video which stayed in the top ten for nearly a year. Tall, powerful, and happily married with a young son, Biggs was now rich from the video and the ones that followed. He was on top of the world. But his world collapsed when his wife's car was hit head-on by a drunk driver.

Suddenly all his wealth meant nothing with the loss of his wife and child. He followed Jack Daniels into a downward spiral until one day he encountered Claudine. Stubborn and hard as nails, foul-mouthed and feisty Claudine never cut anyone any slack, and she wasn't about to start with Biggs. Sober up, Cowboy, she said when she found him barely coherent in her restaurant. Pissed off she drives him home in the middle of a Montana blizzard. When her truck won't start and she's trapped at his home, a drunken encounter changes both of their lives.

Handyman Loving: Handyman Toby was sex on a stick and dipped in awesome sauce. Curvy Bettina could hardly take her eyes off his toned body and tight ass as he began to remodel her kitchen. She was paying for the work with her first alimony check after she had kicked her ex-husband's flabby ass to the curb when he knocked up his secretary. She had been desperate for the child he had never given her and resented the cumslut bitch who was carrying his bastard.

Her anger made her horny and she sought to self-pleasure herself with her faithful vibrator and fantasies of Toby. She drifts off and Toby comes looking for her, amazed to discover the naked beauty asleep on her bed. Can he possibly resist taking advantage of her? And then she calls out his name in her sleep...

Messing With The Missionary Man: Devout Mormon Aaron will soon be leaving on his Mission. Aaron is a handsome guy—sexy eye candy that curvy Jessi has been savoring. He's easy to find, since he sits across the dinner table from her each night. Jessi didn't care for her mother's new husband, but she gets hot and heavy over his son.

Today their parents are out of town and they have their regular assignment to clean the Temple. But when the Bishop and his wife are unexpectedly called away, Aaron and Jessi will find themselves alone. Sam Ballard and his new wife expect their children to be busy cleaning up the Temple. But this tale focuses on exactly what sins can be committed on holy ground as they get down and dirty.  Jessi discovers the soon to be Mormon missionary has been lusting for her the whole time. How far is the eighteen-year-old virgin willing to go in satisfying their mutual carnal needs?

Romancing The Wolf:This sexy werewolf BBW novella follows the romantic and raunchy adventures of two curvy sisters as they vie for the attention of one hot pack.Other than feeling she's the only sane one in her family, Bree loves her life as a role model recruiting female students into scientific careers. But a camping trip to a remote American Indian Reservation will place her in the middle of a Werewolf Full Moon Run. The Pack isn't expecting to discover a beautiful curvy woman alone in such an isolated place. This encounter introduces Bree to a supernatural world in conflict with all of her years of scientific training. Bree’s instant and mutual attraction to Mikah, who goes furry once a month, will leave her breathless.

After meeting Bree, The Pack isn't expecting to later discover a second beautiful, curvy woman, yet they are more than willing to introduce her to their savage sexual ways. But BDSM Dominatrix Delia has been looking for The Pack because she has something else in mind for them: she loves the idea of playing rough with werewolf boy toys – especially since they heal so quickly

The question is--can a Pack of passionate werewolves survive Bree and her sassy sister? 

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Loving A Wounded Hero

Skye Eagleday

Kloe

I was a freshly minted physical therapist and newly hired by the Veteran’s Hospital. It’s a crazy time, where needs have never been greater for the wounded warriors—but the crazy Federal budget cuts mean the returning men and women have to wait so long for services. I know I was hired because several of the other staff had retired, which meant there were still fewer therapists overall for the military people who needed help. A decade into the Afghanistan combat, we now have over 16,000 severely injured from blast wounds. The hated initials IED stand for improvised explosive device. Such a small term for something that has caused such terrible damage to so many.

I walked past ward after ward of patients who had survived—but without legs, or with an arm missing. And oh, the scars—countless as stars. Working with the military was like living in a textbook. Some injuries and treatments were so new, we were the first to see what could be done. Our knowledge of treating individuals who were blown apart has grown so much, we’re able to keep people alive who would have never made it off the battlefield even eight years ago. But I had already met a lot of soldiers who told me that they wished we weren’t so good at helping them live. It’s such a chilling thing to hear a patient you’re working with tell you, I wish I had just been killed.

I had just passed a waiting area when I heard a balding blonde guy do a stage whisper of Look at the junk in that trunk! The guy next to him laughed. Yeah. I had curves. I’m a healthy girl who made it through high school and college without starving myself to look like I was on the cheerleading team. I was never a cheerleader. My family couldn’t afford to send me to college so I kept my head in my books to make sure I could nab a scholarship to become a physical therapist.

It was frustrating, but working here felt like the right thing to do. At the staff meeting I was handed a thick file and the Admin called me into her office. Look, she said, I know what it’s like to be the newest kid on the block. I have to give you this file, but he’s a trouble maker and a lot of staff refuse to work with him. I need you to see him for an initial assessment, but if you want to refer him out to someone else, I’ll completely understand.

Curious, I took a few minutes at my desk and flipped through his chart. Clayton Jose Sanchez. Originally from Arizona. Twenty-three years old. Purple Heart—oak cluster. I had to google that—I knew the Purple Heart was awarded for being wounded in action, but I had no idea what an oak cluster was. Apparently it was something that was added to the Purple Heart for each additional injury you have. Great. He was wounded and then wounded again. His legs had been badly damaged when the roadside bomb went off. He was the only survivor on board.

I kept plowing through the file, looking at notations and additional comments left by what seemed like a countless parade of doctors, nurses, and other therapists, both psychological and physical. Patient’s girlfriend had been present through most of his 38 surgeries, someone named Johnson had written. Then when I wheeled him back into his room, she was gone and there was only a seven word handwritten note: Can’t take it no more. I’m gone." I read it again. I couldn’t even imagine.

I thought about my asshole of an ex. I remembered the old joke—I miss my ex but my aim is improving. The memory was bad enough that I skipped dating while finishing my degree which meant I graduated with the highest rank in my class but I was also voted most likely to become an old woman infected with cats. I sighed and turned back to Clay’s file.

Things seem to have gone downhill from there. No shit, Sherlock. I flipped through to the most recent entry. He had been referred out. To me. He made me think of the hot potato someone hands you when you’re short a pot holder or a plate.

Hey, Kloe, Ashley said. Didn’t your momma ever tell you if you keep frowning that way you’ll get all wrinkled before your time? Believe me, baby—there’s only so much that botox can do.

Yeah, I’m just a little overwhelmed with all the responsibility of being a grown up. My internship didn’t really prepare me for everything that gets dumped in my lap.

You need to get laid.

Why is that your solution to everything?

Ashley laughed and said, If you ask me that then it just proves you’re a virgin. She looked me in the eyes and said, "This little old lady thought she had crabs and so she went to the doctor. ‘I think I have crabs,’ she told him.

"‘When was the last time you had sex?’ he asked her.

"‘Never,’ she said. ‘I’m a virgin.’ He frowned and told her to put on a gown so he could examine her.

"When he finished he said, ‘I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is you don’t have crabs.’

"’What’s the bad news?’

"’You’ve got fruit flies.’

’Fruit flies?

’Your cherry rotted.’

When she finished laughing, Ashley looked serious and asked—And the moral of that story is?

I need to get laid?

You got it, baby. Then she laughed again. Well, the point is you ain’t got it. Look—a pretty girl like you with titties like you got? You are only a virgin because you choose to be. I hugged her and then headed into the rehab area. I recognized Clay from the photo in his file.

Clay

"She’s a looker," I thought. I might never have a woman again, but I’m not dead. She was round and juicy, just the way I like a woman. I thought I had found my soul mate with Honey. Then her note and disappearing act let me know I probably never really knew her. On some levels, I wish she had left as soon as she heard I was still hanging on, if just barely. When I would wake up and she would be there, it gave me hope she’d be there forever. Maybe it would have hurt less if I hadn’t bought into the fantasy we’d go ahead and get married.

As I did several times a day I tried pushing Honey’s face (and body) out of my mind. And failed. She was long gone. Just like my hope. I suddenly realized the PT had said something to me. Great. She probably thinks I’m ignoring her. What can I say? I live inside my head most of the time. It’s better than living in a broken body that refuses to even let me walk without falling over most of the time. A broken body that drove Honey away.

Hey, soldier, she smiled. It was a very impressive smile. There was a small space between her front teeth that I thought was really cute. I knew a kid in elementary school who had a space like that. She used to spit water between her teeth. Damn she was accurate. She could always hit me in the eye. My name is Kloe, and I’m your new physical therapist. She held out her hand for me to shake, and having gone through so many providers who seemed interested in me—until they didn’t get the progress or the results they wanted—hell—that I wanted—they vanished. Some of them I’d see across the hall with another patient, but they dumped me just the way Honey had. Then another would show up. This was a dance I’d rather sit out. I wondered if she was this friendly, or if this was just a little test to see if the hand therapy was coming along and I could do a normal handshake. Fuck her. I didn’t need this.

But it’s such an automatic thing when someone sticks out their hand to shake—it’s like your hand does what it’s been trained to do since childhood. Her hand was small, but her grip was surprisingly strong. She was so short, I had expected a girly handshake, but her grip was as firm as my own. My legs might be screwed up but that just meant my upper body strength has become golden. What else do I have to do other than spend my time in the gym? I’ve seen so many other guys zone out in front of the TV and just eat and drink themselves to death.

She pulled up a chair and set a folder on her lap. Before we start, I’d like a chance to discuss with you what your goals are—what you want to have happen because of the work we’ll do together.

I want my life back, I said flatly. "Any chance we can manage that?" Her face held together, I’ll grant her that. Some staff won’t last more than a sentence with me. Two sentences so far. Score for the gap-tooth curvy White girl. Will she get past three sentences?

I find it’s more useful to go forward than to go back, she said quietly. I want to find out what your expectations are so I can help you build a realistic plan to achieve what it is you can.

I studied her face. She seemed sincere. So had Honey. The silence grew. Inside my head I was putting cards down. What would my winning hand be like? Would I be able to walk without holding on to anything, even a cane? I couldn’t do it yet, but I think one day I can. I was already living on my own in the new outpatient digs I was assigned. It beat the hell out of living in the hospital. I finally had some privacy again, something I had been missing for over a year. Would I ever have a job, or would I die an old man (or a middle aged one) living on a tiny disability check?

The Federal Government had put a $100,000 lifetime cap on health coverage for veterans. I had burned through that in the first three months of being back stateside. Thanks for making me feel cherished and embraced Uncle Sam.

Kloe

It’s moments like this I really feel all physical therapists should have more training in psychotherapy. If he just freezes like this and stops communicating, I can see why he keeps getting referred out. There are just too many wounded warriors with so many needs. Might as well invest in the ones with the greatest chance of recovery. That’s what triage meant—sorting out patients by priorities. For only being twenty-three, Mr. Sanchez had managed to convince a hell of a lot of people he wasn’t someone worth investing time and resources in—not when there were so many others out there who would cooperate and would discover how to be a team player. Maybe it really was too late.

I let him keep to himself for another breath or two. I thought of his girlfriend—what was her name again? Brandy? Honey? He sure learned what it meant to trust someone and have them not have enough love to stay with you. My ex didn’t even bother to leave me. He kept me around while he went through life with an open fly. And I was the only one who didn’t have a clue he was sleeping his way through half the girls who majored in physical therapy. It was a big school, too. I had been saving myself for him and he didn’t complain because he was getting his needs met all over the place. I tried to mentally shake him out of my head and focus on the man in front of me. It was hard. His beautiful light eyes reminded me of Harry—my ex.

Why don’t we try it this way, I said, trying to keep my voice steady and bordering on the almost overly cheerful. I’ll read a number of options and you tell me if they’re of interest to you. God, it was like pulling teeth. But little by little I dragged some goals out of him. I wish I could have met him before the accident. He was still handsome. I suspect he had forgotten how to smile. It’s so easy to drift off into the pain meds and just give up. Just give into a 24/7 pity party. But Clay was stronger than that. Maybe not by much. But he was a real hero. Had the medal and oak leaf cluster to prove it. The oak leaf cluster proved he had wounds on his wounds.

I finished up the paperwork and told him we’d do a few exercises so I would have a chance to see what still needed work and what improvements he had made since his last assessment. He was intense. When he was doing his exercises, it was as if he could make everything else disappear.

Clay

I watched Kloe walk out of the exercise room, her high round ass holding on to my attention until she was out of sight. She had a small touch of Southern to her voice, and I wondered where she was from. In the old days, when I used to be me, I would have asked. Now I don’t see the point—I didn’t even bother to learn their names because they’ll just be gone anyway and someone else will ask the same questions and assign me the same exercises. I spent another hour doing rehab shit and then exhausted, I went back to my place.

The explosions I survived were like being cut by a knife. Each time the knife cut deeper. My body felt sore. My head felt full.

I closed the door and listened a moment to the smooth jazz coming from the clock radio I had left on. When I put my head on my pillow I was gone before Fattburger had finished. In my dreams I was whole again. I could move without pain, and when I looked up, Kloe was there. It was a lucid dream again, and I was aware it was a dream because Honey should be here—not someone I had just met.

You’re a hero, dream Kloe told me. You’re just the one I want to be the father of my children. She smiled, flashing that