Hunted for Her Curves

By Leslie Diver

Crystal is lost, and that’s not her only problem. This curvy girl is deep within the Louisiana bayou, and two sadistic hunters are right behind her.

If only they knew what else was lurking in the swamp. They’re not the only one hunting Crystal. A muscular shifter has set his sights on this curvy BBW, and won’t let anything get in his way.

Can he save her, and if he does, what's the proper way for a full-figured Southern girl to repay her werewolf rescuer?

This 9100+ short stand-alone paranormal bbw love story contains detailed descriptions of sex with a Louisiana werewolf shifter. It is intended for the enjoyment of adult readers who love paranormal bbw shape-shifter romance.

Author's note: This is a full-length, standalone story. No cliffhanger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie Diver
• Release date: Dec 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386318903

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HUNTED FOR HER CURVES

by Leslie Diver

HUNTED FOR HER CURVES

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 or older.

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Chapter One

Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown my phone to the other side of the rental car. After too many incorrect map suggestions through the back roads of Louisiana, it’s better off over there where it can do no further harm.

The flickering white glow illuminated the floor as I drove through the twilight bayou. I squinted to ignore the glow in my peripheral vision but failed. I knocked a fast-food bag over the phone. My vision adjusted to the darkening twilight as I glanced toward the swamps on both sides of the highway.

Perhaps the smart thing would have been to pull off onto the road and shut it off, but it was approaching evening. I wasn’t sure if gators were out and about ready to eat an unsuspecting tourist.

They’ll get their fill with me.

I’m what folks around here call a ‘big girl’. It’s a polite way to say ‘you ain’t skinny.’ Crueler folks use another term I won’t repeat. I shrugged and let out a long breath. Their problem, not mine. Yes, there’s curves – lots of them – but I’m healthy. I like to indulge in earthy pleasures, is that such a bad thing?

You regret the things you don’t do, right?

Although, I won’t regret not stopping next to an olive-colored, algae-covered swamp. I glanced to my right as I drove. Tall white trees with thick branches sat in the water surrounded by a bed of green. Around several of those trees, emerald lumps I thought were algae moved.

Next trip, you’re flying, Crystal, I whispered. I don’t care how small those airline seats are.

I pursed my lips. That would cut down on driving and I’d have more time for the seafood festival in Pensacola. Yeah, it’s a food festival. I didn’t go there just for food.

I’m a Texas girl so there’s never a lack of good cooking. The nearest beach is over a hundred miles away from my hometown. If I’m visiting