Claim Her Curves (A Hot, Steamy Alpha BBW Romance)

By Amber Branley

Emilia:
I used to laugh at the idea of love at first sight. But that was before I laid eyes on Miles Hawkins.
My car broke down on the side of the road, and when he pulled up behind me in his big truck and I saw him step out of the driver's side, my heart started pounding in my chest. And now, days later, it's still pounding.
And I can tell that it's not going to stop.
He's rich, handsome, and more manly than any guy I've ever met. So why does he want me of all girls? Surely I'm not his type... He could have anyone he wants, and I don't see why he'd choose a curvy girl like me. I could stand to lose some weight, but then again... He seems to like my size.
My mind won't stop racing, and neither will my heart. I'm not going to feel relaxed until I have Miles as my own.

Miles:
When I lay eyes on her, my cold heart begins to melt. I'm a one hundred percent grade A alpha male, but this girl is making me feel all sorts of ways I've never felt before... And those curves are to die for - her thick legs, that big backside... It's driving me wild, and I can't stop thinking about her.
I used to sleep soundly at night, but that was before I met Emilia Wilson, the curvy girl who stole my heart.
But when she tells me she's never done it before, I start to wonder...

Can she handle my size?

Claim Her Curves is an instant-love, happy-ever-after steamy alpha BBW romance short story, with a handsome older alpha male and a younger BBW. This is a standalone story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Jan 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224920303

Book preview

Emilia

When I lay eyes on him, I know he’s the one. All my previous thoughts about love at first sight being a load of crap go flying out the window. I see him, and it happens. I fall in love. And I can’t stop the feeling at all.

And you know what? I don’t want to stop it. It feels so good. It feels... Incredible.

It all starts like any other day, until everything goes seriously wrong. I’m driving to work on the old, mostly deserted two lane highway when my car starts making an awful noise. Then it just stops. The engine shuts down and I’m coasting down the road until I panic and swerve off into the ditch. My heart is racing. This is the last thing I needed, because I have nothing in my savings account to fix a car problem.

I feel like crying as I sit there, cupping my face in my hands and breathing heavily. Where am I going in life? I have no one and nothing. I work a job I hate and have nothing to show for it. My bank account is at negative two hundred because I’m still paying back old debts, plus the two hundred dollar car payment for this piece of junk which isn’t even working now.

And then I hear an engine behind me; a rumbling V8. I look in the rearview mirror and see the big black truck park behind me. Then a few seconds later the engine shuts off and a guy gets out of the driver’s side. He’s tall as hell – that’s the first thing I notice. About six foot three, and thick – but it’s all muscle, not fat. He’s wearing a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his beefy forearms, and underneath it he’s got a sweaty looking white tank top that shows off the line going straight down the center of his bulging, muscular chest.

He taps on my window and stares down at me. I’m frozen with anxiety. For god’s sake, he’s so handsome. Then I finally shake myself back to reality and force a smile, roll down the window, and stare up at this hunk of a man with a look of awe in my wide eyes.

Hey there, he says in a cool, rasping voice, and then he leans down and peers in at me. Car trouble, miss?

My heart feels like it’s going to explode. It’s beating what feels like a hundred times a second. I’m staring up at him with a flushed, red face, and sweat forming on my brow. I nod my head and open my mouth, but no words come out. I can’t even speak.

And then it hits me. I’ve just fallen in love at first sight.

I must be going crazy. It can’t be true, can it? But this feeling isn’t something that I can ignore. It’s strong, and it’s pure. And it’s true. I’ve fallen for a guy I just laid eyes on, and I haven’t even uttered a word to him yet.

Can you help me? I say, and my voice is a trembling whisper.

Chapter Two

Miles

I can feel my heart melt when I finally hear her voice. It’s soft, pure, and innocent – it’s like music