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Authors: Christa Wick
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Thick as thieves since childhood, Chase and Roman have been to hell and back together. Returning from their second tour in Afghanistan, they intend to settle down. There's only one small problem -- they have to convince plus-size beauty Grace Michaels to share their future. First, they need to get her into bed.
This is a first installment in the Curves for Two series with a happy-for-now ending. If you want another, you have to make a little noise -- beat the drums, rattle the cage, stomp your feet and howl!
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Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick (extended content © 2013)
Cover art © BranislavOstojic @dreamstime. All persons and entities are fictional. Not for sale to libraries. No lending outside distributor (e.g. Kindle/Nook) terms of service. Otherwise, re-distributing, lending, or reading this e-book without first purchasing a license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines.
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CURVES FOR TWO
Georgia heat reflecting off the concrete surface of the ground and the aluminum hangar behind me, I waited in a crowd of children, parents and lovers. A flag in almost every hand, tissues in the other, we watched as one the exit door of the airplane sixty yards away.
"Daddy!"
A pre-schooler's high pitched squeal a few feet away made my gaze jump from the door to the forward edge of the crowd. A little girl broke from the group in a sprint, her mother fast on her heels as the first man off the plane started running down the ladder.
More shouts of daddy , honey and baby followed as the initial trickle of men disembarking became a landslide. Feeling the tension vibrating through the two women next to me, I knew I was an outsider -- an interloper. I wasn't there as anyone's daughter, lover, mother, or even sister. Still, I had come at the request of my two childhood friends, Chase Winters and Roman Clark, and anyone who thought I should leave could kiss my double-wide butt.
"Is that Cha--"
"No." My gaze slid to the left for a second as I answered Laura Winters. The man who'd just stepped onto the ladder was half a foot shorter than Chase and, even at this distance, I could see a glint of red in his dark hair. A Cherokee mix like his mother, Chase's hair was pure black with a shine of blue when the light struck it just right.
"You're right. It's been so long."
Laura had started to twist the small clutch purse she held. Lightly wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I gave a gentle squeeze. "He's on the plane, Mrs. Winters. Don't worry yourself that he's not."
From my right, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I didn't look at Maxine Clark, preferred to avoid doing so whenever I could. Instead, my attention focused on the sliver of door and the tall figure emerging. Seeing the unmistakable frame and dark bronze hair of Roman Clark, my heart did a little back flip, followed by a second somersault as Chase stepped out right behind him.
"There, see. Both of them." I squeezed Laura's wrist again, my cheeks flushing hot when I heard her wince from my excited grip.
Releasing her, I folded my arms across my chest, my hands cupping my elbows to control the shake dancing through me. It had been two years since I'd seen Chase or Roman and my stomach was twisting in hard knots with the knowledge that they'd soon touch me.
A kiss on the cheek, a hug, the rub of a hand along my bare arm -- all the little gestures that either one of the men might make. Seeing them now, the purposeful gaze as they walked toward me, was as good as a whisper in my ear that they would be my undoing, my complete downfall.
Not that I had much further to fall. I was twenty-six and divorced, living in a small southern town. Everyone from my parents to my Sunday school teacher to the town grocer had written me off as a lost soul.
Everyone except the two men walking toward me with hungry smiles across their handsome faces.
An indignant hiss rattled from
This is a first installment in the Curves for Two series with a happy-for-now ending. If you want another, you have to make a little noise -- beat the drums, rattle the cage, stomp your feet and howl!
********************
Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick (extended content © 2013)
Cover art © BranislavOstojic @dreamstime. All persons and entities are fictional. Not for sale to libraries. No lending outside distributor (e.g. Kindle/Nook) terms of service. Otherwise, re-distributing, lending, or reading this e-book without first purchasing a license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines.
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CURVES FOR TWO
Georgia heat reflecting off the concrete surface of the ground and the aluminum hangar behind me, I waited in a crowd of children, parents and lovers. A flag in almost every hand, tissues in the other, we watched as one the exit door of the airplane sixty yards away.
"Daddy!"
A pre-schooler's high pitched squeal a few feet away made my gaze jump from the door to the forward edge of the crowd. A little girl broke from the group in a sprint, her mother fast on her heels as the first man off the plane started running down the ladder.
More shouts of daddy , honey and baby followed as the initial trickle of men disembarking became a landslide. Feeling the tension vibrating through the two women next to me, I knew I was an outsider -- an interloper. I wasn't there as anyone's daughter, lover, mother, or even sister. Still, I had come at the request of my two childhood friends, Chase Winters and Roman Clark, and anyone who thought I should leave could kiss my double-wide butt.
"Is that Cha--"
"No." My gaze slid to the left for a second as I answered Laura Winters. The man who'd just stepped onto the ladder was half a foot shorter than Chase and, even at this distance, I could see a glint of red in his dark hair. A Cherokee mix like his mother, Chase's hair was pure black with a shine of blue when the light struck it just right.
"You're right. It's been so long."
Laura had started to twist the small clutch purse she held. Lightly wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I gave a gentle squeeze. "He's on the plane, Mrs. Winters. Don't worry yourself that he's not."
From my right, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I didn't look at Maxine Clark, preferred to avoid doing so whenever I could. Instead, my attention focused on the sliver of door and the tall figure emerging. Seeing the unmistakable frame and dark bronze hair of Roman Clark, my heart did a little back flip, followed by a second somersault as Chase stepped out right behind him.
"There, see. Both of them." I squeezed Laura's wrist again, my cheeks flushing hot when I heard her wince from my excited grip.
Releasing her, I folded my arms across my chest, my hands cupping my elbows to control the shake dancing through me. It had been two years since I'd seen Chase or Roman and my stomach was twisting in hard knots with the knowledge that they'd soon touch me.
A kiss on the cheek, a hug, the rub of a hand along my bare arm -- all the little gestures that either one of the men might make. Seeing them now, the purposeful gaze as they walked toward me, was as good as a whisper in my ear that they would be my undoing, my complete downfall.
Not that I had much further to fall. I was twenty-six and divorced, living in a small southern town. Everyone from my parents to my Sunday school teacher to the town grocer had written me off as a lost soul.
Everyone except the two men walking toward me with hungry smiles across their handsome faces.
An indignant hiss rattled from
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