The Curvy Girl's Cowboy Treat: Cowboys Love Curvy Girls, #1

By Adriana French

She's dressing up as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween... Guess who'll be the big, bad, wolf?

 

I'm obsessed with Morgan Duncan. 

The sweet, curvy little bombshell has me wrapped around her fingers, and I'd get down on my knees to satisfy her every need.

The problem is, she's my sister's best friend and sees me as off limits. Morgan gets so nervous around me, she can barely look me in the eye.

But that's about to change. 

 

It's Halloween.

When I put that mask on tonight, Morgan won't know who I am.

She'll finally let her guard down and we'll let our chemistry take it from there.

 

After that, the sky's the limit. If I have it my way that curvy girl of my dreams will be

mine forever.

 

If you love hot, sexy af, sweet, short romances, graphic love scenes, and cowboy insta love, this yummy treat is for you! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adriana French
• Release date: Jun 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201599799

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The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Treat

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Adriana French

The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Treat Copyright © 2020 by Adriana French. 

This book is a work of fiction. You have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen.  No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored without express permission. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events or locations are purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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An Alpha Man, Curvy Woman Halloween Romance

I’m obsessed with Morgan Duncan. 

The sweet, curvy little bombshell has me wrapped around her fingers, and I’d get down on my knees to satisfy her every need. (Oh, what I could do on my knees...)

The problem is, she’s my sister’s best friend and sees me as off limits. Morgan gets so nervous around me, she can barely look me in the eye.

But that’s about to change. 

It’s Halloween.

When I put that mask on tonight, Morgan won’t know who I am.

She'll finally let her guard down and we'll let our chemistry take it from there.

After that, the sky’s the limit. If I have it my way that curvy girl of my dreams will be

mine forever.

If you love hot, sweet short romances, graphic love scenes, and alpha male insta love, this cowboy treat is for you! Happy Halloween!

Chapter One

I lean against the gleaming bar and scan the crowd packed inside our hometown dive, Boondocks. It’s the only saloon we have in West Palomino, but the beer is cold, so I’m not complaining.

I narrow my eyes, analyzing a group of out-of-towners. They look harmless, but the dude on the right is carrying. I can see the outline of his gun clear as day under his jacket. I’ll keep an eye on him. I’m not in uniform, so he has no idea who I am. I’ve got the advantage.

My sister Cherry is throwing a little graduation party for Morgan tonight, but I don’t see either one of them.

Jesus, just the thought of seeing Morgan again makes my cock swell. She’s all of five foot two and has had my dick under her power since—well, hell, since I fought my way out of grief and started living again.

I turn back to Travis, who’s being swarmed by rowdy customers shouting orders. He brings me my drink ahead of everyone else, placing it in front of me with a clunk in less than two minutes. I guess that’s one of the perks of being the sheriff.

Thanks. I swipe the glass and push off the bar.

Thanks for your help last weekend, he calls out from behind me.

You got it. Anytime, I answer and edge my way through the crowd. Travis was in way over his head with a drunken brawl of bikers from Missoula last Saturday. It didn’t take long for me and Deputy Cassidy to wrap it up. Two arrests that night—busy for a small town like ours.

I sip my drink and make my way along the dark-paneled walls to the back party room where the pool tables are. My eyes adjust to the dim light. The jukebox is blaring some kind of Hollywood twanger who’s trying hard to sound like Hank Williams Jr. but isn’t cutting it.

I study a group of buckle bunnies, keep my eyes moving, and then do a double take when I catch a glimpse of red hair out of the corner of my eye. Morgan’s here. Oh hell, she is. She’s wearing her thick red hair down. And with that beautiful face and a body built for sin, I guess it’s no wonder she has a crowd of admirers around her. She’s standing in the corner, wearing a flowery dress that hugs every one of her luscious curves. I swallow thickly and wait for her to turn in my direction.

She’s mine.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she is.

I got married when Morgan was sixteen, and a widower by the time she turned twenty-one. I’m thirty now and she’s twenty-five, finally home from college. The timing hasn’t been right