Make Her Series: An Alpha Male and BBW Romance Bundle

By Harlee Foster

This bundle includes three high heat short stories. Each story can be read as a standalone and in no particular order. These are insta love romances, with no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.

MAKE HER MINE

I just set up the love of my life with another man, and now I can't stand to look at either of them.
The love of my life just set me up with another man, and now I'm certain he'll never want me the way I want him.
I'm trying to move on, but seeing her with someone else just makes me want to make her mine.
I'm trying to let go, but I can't stop wishing I could be his.

Kat:
I've wanted to make Dean Lycaster mine ever since my big brother introduced us, but I was just a kid back then, so he's always seen me as nothing more than his Navy buddy's little sister. When he sets me up with another man, I decide it's time for me to grow up and leave my childish obsession with Dean behind.

But then one kiss changes everything.

Dean:
I've never wanted anything more than I want Kat Adams, but she's my Navy buddy's little sister. I promised I would look out for her whenever he's away on a ship, and that's what I intend to do. I can't make her mine no matter how much I want her, so I set her up with someone else and decide to finally let my obsession go.

Too bad my heart is refusing to listen to my brain—and my lips aren't behaving either…

Her brother is going to kill me.

MAKE HER SWEAT

He's my dream guy.
She's my dream girl.
But, after how he treated me in high school, I can't see myself dating him.
But, after how I treated her in high school, I know it won't be easy to get a second chance.

Whitney:
Years ago, Jackson Wright nicknamed me "Big Whit" and destroyed my self-esteem.
When he starts being nice to me at the gym, I don't know what to think. I don't want to be with a man who used to mock curvy girls like me, but it's hard to resist a rich, charming guy with a six pack.
Will I be the one who breaks a heart this time? Or will I finally fulfill the dirty fantasies that have been stuck inside my head since high school?

Jackson:
Years ago, to protect my own reputation and ego, I acted like torturing Whitney Green was my job. But now I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to her—because every time I see her at the gym, my heart aches more than my sore muscles, and races with desire.
Will Whitney reject me no matter what I do, or will she let me make her sweat?

MAKE HER SAFE

He's so kind.
She's so strong.
But I'm not sure if I trust him.
But I'm not sure if she knows it, or if she's ready for the love I want to give her.

Lyla:
My cruel stepfather had me under his thumb for years, and now I want to be free.
But I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to.
When a handsome stranger comes to my rescue, I can't help but wonder: is Grant as kind hearted as he seems, or will he turn out to be as bad as the other men I've had in my life?

Grant:
Lyla has nowhere to go, and has trouble trusting me, even after I take her into my home.
All I want to do is protect her.
Will I be able to convince the broken girl that I'll do anything to make her safe?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harlee Foster
• Release date: Feb 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393959694

Book preview

2. Dean

I hated leaving Kat alone, but it was for the best. The longer I was around her, the harder it was for me to stop myself from touching her. And when I couldn’t stop myself any longer—when I had given in and wrapped my arm around Kat—I could feel my body reacting. The instinct to make her mine had become painful to ignore.

So, when she told me I could go, I left.

Left before I stripped off the floral, casual dress she was wearing.

Left before I kissed every inch of her sexy curves.

I had kept myself in check for years now, mostly because I knew Pete would kill me if I didn’t, and I wasn’t about to let myself step out of line. Not after I had promised my Navy buddy that I would look after her, like her big brother would, if he was here.

I was a dead man if Pete ever discovered how much I wanted Kat. He would not care that it wasn’t just lust that kept her in my thoughts at all times. She was so different from any other girl I had met. She had a mind made for computers, not people, but was always kind and putting someone else first—rarely focusing on herself if someone was in need—despite all the tragedy she had experienced early in her life. It was a shame that the accident had left her so fearful of the outside world, and that her anxiety had eventually forced her to keep her distance from others.

What I wanted more than anything—more than my desire to make her mine—was for her to be happy and part of the world, once again.

So, I went home and I began planning: looking up the dates when the fair would be in town, putting reminders on my calendar for upcoming movies Kat might want to see, and reading the Yelp reviews of new food places that had just opened in our area.

Once I guilt tripped Kat into leaving her home, using the promise she had made to Pete, I wanted to be sure she would have fun that would encourage her to keep going out. I wanted to do everything in my power to break open her carefully crafted shell.

I was a few hours into piecing this strategy together when my phone rang.

Dean! Kat shouted, when I answered the call. Please come over! I’m hiding in my bedroom! I heard noises at the sliding glass door in the kitchen. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in.

Okay, calm down, I said, in my best soothing voice. I’m on my way. Did you call the police?

Y-yes, she said in a small, choked voice.

She sounded like she was crying.

Hold on, Sweetness, I said, saying my old nickname for her without thinking. I’m coming.

I raced over to Kat’s, taking the shortest route I knew to her and Pete’s house.

When I got there, I found her standing next to a police cruiser, in the driveway, with a sheepish look on her face.

I’m so stupid, she said, as I stepped out of my car.

What happened? I asked softly, pulling her into my arms.

I was so happy to see her, unharmed, that I couldn’t help but pull her close.

She groaned and hid her face in my chest.

It was my neighbor’s dog, she said, her voice muffled. It always scratches their door, and I guess it thought I would let it in, if it did the same to mine. She let out another groan. I feel so stupid.

Don’t, I said quickly. Someone could have been breaking in. Better safe than sorry.

I told Kat to go outside and that I would say thank you, for her, to the officer who was looking around the house, just in case.

When he came out of the backyard, I recognized him. He was a frequent customer at my gym; a place my father had opened and passed down to me.

I offered the cop a free membership for the rest of the year, for coming out to Kat’s place for nothing, and earned myself a handshake.

Thank you... he trailed off, looking at me expectantly.

Dean Lycaster, I told him. I’ll give you my number so you can text me your membership number, Mr....?

Mr. Wesley, the cop said. Jamie Wesley.

He grinned big, making his boyish face look even younger. He had to be a rookie. Maybe that was why he was so friendly—he had not been hardened by this job yet. I come from a long line of men who served—either as officers on the force or in the military. None of them ever looked as well-rested and relaxed as this young man.

We exchanged numbers, before Jamie gave me a slightly apprehensive look.

What? I asked.

I don’t want to step on any toes, if Kat is taken... but, well, are you guys...?

I tensed up, and Jamie noticed.

Never mind, he said quickly. It was nice meeting you two.

No—it’s—we’re not— I began, but he was already getting in the cruiser, closing the door.

Fuck, I muttered, as I watched him drive away.

Why had I frozen up like that?

If Pete had been there, he would have grown suspicious—and would have had every right to. Even if I had loved her for years now—Kat wasn’t mine, and I had no right to claim her as such. That, however, didn’t stop me from feeling a rush of anger, just at the idea of her with another man.

My hands clenched into fists and unclenched, several times, while I breathed deep, shaky breaths. It was good that Jamie got the wrong idea and drove off, before I did something