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The Curvy Girls Club

The Red Scot: Book 1

She'll be the greatest fight of his life…

Bradyn 'The Red Scot' MacTavish is the best heavyweight MMA fighter in the world, despite his humble beginnings as the fat kid growing up. A tragedy that befell his life changed him and made sure that he never felt helpless again. He spent years making a name for himself in the octagon as an alpha beast, but when it comes to the ladies he is a fumbling mess. Always feeling like the unpopular kid. The day that Payton Bailey walks into his gym changes everything.

When it comes to men, Payton is as clueless as she is with social cues. She prefers to stick with what she knows: Sci-Fi, comic books, video games and web design. After a heartbreaking incident her freshman year of college, she was never able to look at big muscular men the same way again. So imagine her surprise and absolute fright when she catches the eye of the massive, hulking MMA fighter, who she secretly nicknames The Red Giant.

The computer geek has done her best to avoid, ignore, and even maim Bradyn but the stubborn Scot has no intentions of letting the skittish lass slip through his fingers. And with the help of her three friends, he just might win the fight of his life.
The Red Scot is the charming standalone novel and Book 1 of the Curvy Girls Club Series. A series about four inseparable best friends and their individual journeys to each find their Happily Ever After.

BONUS SIDE STORY: The Mia Chronicles gives a peek into the naughty life of Mia Ayala, the bad girl of The Curvy Girls Club. This part of her journey takes place alongside Payton's in The Red Scot. So take a ride on the wild side with a woman that takes her pleasure from whoever, whenever, and wherever she wants it and doesn't apologize for it.

Excerpt:

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She took a deep breath, got up from the bed, and walked into his room. She heard the shower running and pictured him naked. Payton quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts when she started to hyperventilate. She paced back and forth in front of his bed, wringing her hands nervously.

She was so lost in thought that she almost didn’t hear the shower shut off. She turned at the last minute and watched as the door to the en suite bathroom opened. It was like a scene from a movie. Everything was in slow motion. The door opened. Steam billowed out into the bedroom. The sexy male lead, wrapped in nothing but a towel and a smile walks out through the mist surrounding him. Droplets of water clings to his skin as they run down the rises and valleys of his muscular body.

Her mouth flapped open and closed. Her eyelids blinked slowly. Her brain short-circuited. The words Payton had practiced saying, stuck in her throat.

Sweet Thor, god of thunder!

“Is everything alright, lass?” Bradyn asked, holding the towel to his hips.

Payton opened her mouth again to try to speak, but her eyes journeyed down to the towel and what it protected from her curious eyes. What she found, lodged the words in her throat once more. The towel jutted outward in a clear indication that he was aroused. What she couldn’t get over was how far it tented out.

Payton swallowed and tried again. “I-I…uh…I…want…I-I need…” She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath before blurting out what she needed to say. “I want to have sex!”

Nice, Payton. That was neither sexy nor romantic. What she’d planned on saying was, “I want to make love to you. I’m ready.”

Several frustratingly silent seconds passed by. Unable to stand it a moment longer, Payton cracked open one eye to look at Bradyn. Her breath caught as she literally saw his eyes smolder with need.

She wasn’t even sure how he could possibly be so attracted to her or so turned on. It wasn’t like she was dressed in some sexy negligee or something. She was in her black circle skirt with suspenders, gray vintage Wonder Woman t-shirt and her Vans. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail with her bangs out and her oversized glasses were slipping down her nose as usual. Absolutely nothing to inspire sonnets or an erection.

“Are ye sure?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Why now?” Bradyn asked curiously, his body coiled tightly as if at any second he would spring forward.

“B-Because I’m tired of waiting. I’m m-more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man before. Because I’m tired of being afraid.” Her throat began to clog with tears and her next words broke as she said them. “B-Because I’ve n-never been cherished.”

Payton could barely get out the last word before Bradyn was on her...

The Bravest Hero: book 2

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He's a hero who needs saving...

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Royal King is the motorcycle-riding rocker chick of the Curvy Girls Club, who stopped caring about what other people think long ago.

McKennon 'The Mack' Carter is a firefighter and fitness model, whose life revolves around trying to be perfect for everyone.

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One night on a dark freeway, their lives collide. Left broken and near death, Mack only holds on because of the angel who stays by his side.

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He built the perfect life for himself. The life everyone expected him to have. Now, with the loss of his leg, he has to figure out how to piece back together that life when he's no longer perfect.

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The friendship formed during tragedy begins to grow into something more. But Mack has a secret that could push Royal away for good.

Royal and McKennon are up against more odds than anyone would be willing to deal with. But can the bond they made that night on a lonely stretch of highway be enough to hold them together? Or will it all come burning down?

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The Bravest Hero...The highly anticipated follow-up to The Red Scot and 2nd book in the Curvy Girls Club.

Excerpt:

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I vaguely feel her hands stroking my face. She says positive things to me softly.

“You’re so brave. You’re doing great. Help will be here any minute…”

From the time of the accident to the time the fire department shows up could’ve only been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour. The pain leaves me with no sense of time. Every passing second is hell and feels like an eternity.

The moments of darkness when I black out are cherished. I want to stay. But when I’m coherent, it’s her that keeps me calm. Right now, she is my center. The thing that steadies me. Without her, I’m not so sure I’d make it. Those moments of darkness feel too good and I’m afraid my body will want to stay for good. I don’t think anyone would miss me anyway if I did. Her voice brings me back. Her voice keeps me here. But I’m feeling so weak. So tired.

“Stay with me, sweetie. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

Flashing red lights and sirens flicker in and out of my consciousness. Everything unfolds in short bursts. Darkness. Voices. Darkness. Bright lights. Darkness. I feel my body being lifted.

“Can I go with him?” My angel asks.

I blink twice.

“No, ma’am. You have to give a statement to the police, and then move your vehicle. It can’t stay here.” The voice says as it gets fainter.

They must be loading me into the ambulance.

No, she has to come. I need her! I scream inside my head.

I blink several times but no one pays attention.

My heart rate spikes and then just as quickly drops. Everything goes blissfully black.

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