Curvaceous & Captivating

Laundry, kids, work, friends, dishes, trash… My to-do list was longer than any one person should ever have, but that’s life as a single mom.

The last thing I needed was an stubborn, irritating, alpha male who thought hitting on his assistant in front of me would impress me. Ethan Norwood was not my kind of guy. He had bad news written all over him from the dangerous glint in his eyes to the tattoos that cover his body to the power he holds as the biggest sponsor for the town Easter egg hunt.

Staying away from him should be easy. I didn’t have time, and I definitely didn’t need the jerk in my life. Too bad I can’t seem to be able to say no to him. If working together wasn’t bad enough, him showing up at my house sealed the deal. But I was the one who let him in, and let him meet my kids, and let him kiss me and touch me and make me forget all about everything else I was supposed to be doing. Because he was much more fun.

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Excerpt from Curvaceous & Captivating

The moment I saw him, I knew I’d made a mistake. Wyatt asked if I wanted to bring someone else with me to meet the guy who wanted to be a sponsor, but I told him it wasn’t necessary.

I shouldn’t have been so silly.

Wyatt said his name was Ethan Norwood. It sounded normal enough. An average guy. Maybe a little boring with a name like Ethan. Holy spitballs, I was wrong in every sense.

Dark hair outlined his jaw and covered his top lip, cut close enough to appreciate the man beneath, but clearly intentional. It blended seamlessly into the close cut hair on top of his head, at least as much of it as I could see. We wore a black button down shirt, unbuttoned at the top with the sleeves rolled up. A tattoo teased me at his neck and more wrapped around his forearms. Black ink. Not a speck of color. To add to his darkness, black pants encased powerful legs and led to black dress shoes, the brightest thing about the man.

My eyes trailed back up over him and paused at the hand reaching toward me.

Oh, sweet Jesus, I wouldn’t survive if he touched me. My dry spell had a dry spell. I wasn’t sure I even remembered how to have sex.

Although a man like him would be a hell of a teacher.

My body swayed, leaning toward him. My eyes focused on that delicious patch of skin at his throat. I wanted to know what that tattoo was. Maybe he’d show me before he claimed my body.

“Ms. Humphrey? Are you alright?” a voice asked. It was so far away. Who knew my name there?

I looked up into his eyes. Dark eyebrows, neatly plucked or natural? I didn’t care. Why were they drawn together? Wait, that voice again. It was talking to me. My eyes dropped to his lips. They were moving.

“Ms. Humphrey? Can you hear me?”

Sugar bits! He was talking to me!

And he thought I was completely losing it.

“I apologize. I, um.” I stopped. I had no excuse. I was ogling the sex-god before me.

A slow, sexy smirk turned his lips up as he realized what just happened. And damn if he wasn’t even hotter when he grinned.

Jerk-face.