Die For Her Curves (An Older Younger Steamy Alpha BBW Romance)

By Amber Branley

Katy:
I always said love at first sight was a lie. But that was before I met Jay Watts.
He came out of the water holding a surfboard, and those muscles instantly drove me wild. And then out of nowhere, he approached me... God, I must have looked like a fool - I couldn't stop smiling.
I'm only here in California for a week. I'm scared to fall in love with Jay, because I know I'll have to go back home.
But it's too late for that. Because the moment I laid eyes on Jay Watts I fell head over heels for him, and now there's no going back.

Jay:
I'm a stone cold alpha male, but when I lay eyes on her, my icy heart starts to melt. I've never met a girl like this before. Those curves are enough to make a man crazy.
She tells me she's here on vacation, and that makes me worry - because my feelings for her are already so strong. I've got to find a way to get her to stay. I can't lose this girl. She's everything I've ever wanted, and I'm going to keep her close to me.
I used to be so laid back and carefree. I used to sleep so well at night. But that was before I met Katy Johnson; the curvy girl who stole my heart and wouldn't give it back.
I'm going to do whatever it takes to win this girl's heart, and when I have it, I'm going to cherish it forever.

DIE FOR HER CURVES is an instant-love, happy-ever-after steamy alpha BBW romance story, featuring an older alpha male with a younger BBW. This is a standalone story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224373536

Book preview

Chapter One

Katy

From the moment I see him coming out of the waves holding that surfboard with his big, muscular arms, I know he’s the guy I’ve always wanted. There he is, the man of my dreams, walking out of the tide onto the sandy beach with a big smile on his face as he brushes the wet dark hair off his forehead.

And that body, oh my! Talk about strong. He looks like he spends a lot of time in the gym... I’ve never been with a guy who looks so strong – well, to be honest, I’ve never been with any guy, but that’s my little secret, and only my best friend Mollie knows about it.

She nudges me on the side and says, Jesus, Katy. Are you seeing this?

"Yes, girl, I am," I say back to her, biting my lower lip and eyeballing the surfer stud as he glances around the beach, squinting through the rays of sun. Then suddenly his eyes shift to mine, and I freeze in place on my beach towel. I try to look away, but I simply can’t. I’m drawn to him for some reason, and the eye contact just can’t be broken.

He’s looking at you, Mollie says in a frantic voice.

Then he starts to walk towards us. Oh my god, Katy, he’s coming towards us. Is he going to talk to us?

"I don’t know," I say in a half shout, half whisper. My heart’s pounding in my chest and I don’t know what to say to the guy if he does approach us. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been approached by guys before – but never any that were so good looking like this one.

"He’s coming... Crap, Katy, he’s really coming up to you."

Shut up! I mutter nervously, not wanting him to hear my best friend freaking out and fangirling over him.

Then he stops within a few feet of me and smiles. Is he here for me or is he here for Mollie? I gulp, realizing he’s definitely here for me, because as I look up at him, he’s got his gaze fixated firmly on my face, and he’s smiling down at me like he’s got something to tell me.

Hey, he says. I couldn’t help but notice you when I was coming out of the water. You from around here?

We’re tourists, Mollie quickly answers for me.

He glances at her, disinterested, and then looks back at me. Just here for a trip, huh? He says to me.

We’re traveling around California this week, I say to him, and I realize how shaky my voice sounds. I gulp again, not knowing what else to say. Now’s the time that he will probably walk off, not interested in a girl who doesn’t live here – because what’s the point of getting interested if I’m just going to leave?

But he doesn’t walk off. In fact, he stays where he is. He bends down on his lean, muscular legs, and he still stares at me as he says in a raspy, masculine voice, I was hoping you lived here. Thought maybe you’d have time to grab a bite for dinner tonight.

She does have time, Mollie replies for me, giggling. Oh, she has plenty of time. Mr...?

Watts, he says in that cool voice, and he shakes both of our hands. Jay Watts. And you are? He says, looking