Love curvy confident fun-loving heroines
and hunky billionaires?
Curvy and Confident
By Ellen Whyte
A 2-in-1 bundle comprising of two complete
novels:
His Competent Woman &
His Laughing Girl
257 pages
Promotion Price US$1.99 (until 21 February
2018)
Regular Price US$3.99
Synopsis
This Curvy & Confident bundle contains two
complete romances featuring big beautiful women and their yummy billionaires.
Light, contemporary romance.
His Competent Woman
In desperate need for money, Emma applies for a job with handsome billionaire
Curtis West. She's not really qualified for the job and to make matters worse,
she loses her temper during the interview and fudges her credentials. Can she
pull it off or will this end in tears?
His Laughing Girl
Curvy chef Sophie Weston has given up on love. But when she is hired to cater
for a very exclusive house party, she falls instantly for handsome tech tycoon
Richard Cummings. However, she quickly discovers that Richard has a shady past.
Should she trust him or should she walk away before her heart is broken again?
Praise on Amazon
“Oh my!
What an awesomely delightful, short must read in contemporary romance!” Deb
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“Great
funny romance that has you laughing out loud!" Paula de Boer
“If you
like strong women and swoon-worthy men in well-written, entertaining romances
then His Laughing Girl is the book for you.” Special Angel
“Great
fun time reading--great for a rainy afternoon.” Midmo Lynnd
"Short,
sweet, fun and surely a must read contemporary romance." Gunjan Mittal
Excerpt
from His Laughing Girl Chapter One
As Andrea glared
and Richard fussed, helping me out of my seat and handing me my bag, I caught a
whiff of that clean scent again. It bypassed my heart and went straight
downstairs, starting a pleasant pounding.
I love to flirt,
don’t get me wrong, but that kind of reaction isn’t me. It caught me totally by
surprise. So much so that I was standing there, gawping at him like a total
fool, when Andrea’s cell rang. “It’s the Guardian,” she hissed. “They
want to know about the new patent we registered. But it’s the girl from the
gossip page, not the tech editor.”
“Excellent,”
Richard was expansive. “You deal with it, Andrea. Give her the press release
and fob her off on everything else.”
Andrea nodded.
“Rebuff and redirect. Got it.”
She was clearly
super capable, and I could see why Richard liked her. But he was abandoning her
and cornering me! “Sophie and I will go ahead. I’ll order your tea and fruit
for you.”
At that, Andrea
actually growled at me, which was rather nice. Ignoring her petulant frown,
Richard took my arm companionably and began walking me down to the dining
carriage. “I was thinking this week was going to be complete hell, Sophie. I’m
so glad you’re going to be there.” The grey eyes were warm. “At least you and I
will have a bit of fun.”
He wanted to
have fun. With me. “We’re going to have a blast,” I heard myself say. “Trust
me!”
Breakfast
wouldn’t lay me open to more than pleasant chat, I told myself. It wasn’t like
we would be joining the Mile-High Club or whatever the railway equivalent was.
“They’ve got
eggs Benedict and a sausage platter. Do you like eggs and sausages, Sophie?”
Richard was walking right behind me, leaning down a little so his lips were
near my ear. The feel of his breath warming my neck was giving me thrills.
“I eat
everything!” I squeaked. “And there’s nothing like a hot sausage, is there?”
“Quite,” he
chuckled. And the thrills from that dirty laugh went straight from my ear to my
nipples.
It didn’t mean a
thing, I reminded myself. My ears are sensitive. Even a blow dryer can give me
shivers. It’s purely a physical thing. An involuntary reaction. Totally
impersonal.
I’d just focus
on business. Virgin had announced a new menu based on responsible British
farming, a move that I wanted to check out. Also, it’s good to hobnob with
clients. Word of mouth is how I get my clients, and with Richard Cummings
knowing everyone in the model world, he’d be a good contact.
The train
swayed, and Richard’s arm curled around my shoulders protectively. “Promise
you’ll not abandon me,” he murmured. “Andrea is a clean-eating vegetarian.”
“Sounds hell.”
“Exactly,”
Richard chuckled. “I want real food, and with you backing me up, I won’t feel
guilty.”
I remembered
Andrea’s disapproving frown and knew I’d enjoy teasing her. “Partners in
crime,” I told him.
“To being
wicked.” His grey eyes were laughing at me. “Together.”
The pleasant
thumping in my knickers became a vigorous pounding. This man was gorgeous. I
could feel his charm wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
Irresistible,
right? I heard myself quip, “Are you Cumming onto me?”
He bounced right
back, “Absolutely.”
Oh well, I told
myself. It’s just a flirt fest. I have those all the time, and it hardly ever
comes to anything. Because of the curves, probably. Men like me, but after
we’ve had a laugh, they go to bed with someone skinny.
This was no
different. I’d have a giggle with Richard, enjoy the charm and the good looks,
lust after him a little bit, and know it was purely a game. Because tech
billionaires with a penchant for A-list models don’t fall for curvy caterers.
“How about we
have some Buck’s Fizz with that eggs Benedict,” Richard suggested as he settled
me into a seat. He really had lovely manners. “I’m in a party mood.”
I took in the
kissable mouth and the slanting cheekbones. “Sounds terrific,” I heard myself
say. “There’s nothing as decadent as champagne for breakfast!”
Yes, yes, I know! But you only live once,
right? And anyway, it was just a bit of flirting. What could possibly go wrong?
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About The Author
Ellen Whyte writes contemporary romance
with sweet curvy girls. Her dark side comes out when she writes MC, Mafia,
Cartel and super dark fantasy romance as AJ Adams.
