Curvy Girls: The Big Girl And The Bounty Hunter

Curvy girl Josephine Sawyer knows there’s only one reason why hottie bounty hunter Cooper Thomas is putting the moves on her – because he wants information on the whereabouts of her bail jumping brother. So she ended up letting Cooper sweet talk her into a night of scorchingly hot sex…so what? She’d never betray her family.

But Josephine is shocked when she finds Cooper pursuing her with increasing passion, acting jealous when other men hit on her, and shadowing her every move. Is he really falling for the feisty, plus sized beauty, or is it all part of a greater scheme – a scheme which could put her life in danger?

EXCERPT:
“Why do you doubt that I want you?”

“Cooper, not to feed your already over-inflated ego, but you’re stunning. You’re like a freaking magazine ad for those supplements that give men perfectly chiseled abs. I’m – it’s not that I think I’m ugly, but I’m not some tiny waisted little fashion model, either.”

“So, you think that’s what I’m looking for?”

“Why wouldn’t you be? You could get any woman that I want.” And they were walking up the pathway towards their room, and her heart was hammering in her chest and her palms were sweaty.

“Glad to hear that.” He fished in his pocket and opened the door, and she suddenly found him backing her into the room and slamming the door shut behind them. “Because I want you.”

“I – what?” Her voice came out in a squeak of surprise.
This wasn’t going at all how she thought it would go.

The blood was roaring in Cooper’s ears, and his throbbing erection was straining against his jeans, making the fabric painfully tight.

Josephine tipped her head back, lips parted, looking at him with mingled fear and desire, and he knew that nothing on earth would stop him from having her right now.

It was wrong. It was stupid of him. He was falling for a woman who was very likely talking to her criminal brother on her cell phone every time she ducked into the bathroom, who would make a fool of him, who came from a family of liars and swindlers.

He didn’t care.

He grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled hard, ripping it open and sending buttons flying everywhere. Her soft gasp of surprise and desire sent him over the top, and he pushed her onto the bed, sliding on top of her, his knee nudging her legs open.

“I’ll buy you another shirt,” he said. “And that was totally worth it.”

And then he was kissing her again, hungrily, sucking at her mouth, claiming it with swirling thrusts of his tongue.