The Alpha’s Curvy Match 3
He was a powerful wolf shifter Sheikh. She was a sassy BBW human struggling to work her way through college. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything for someone like her. And she certainly wasn’t supposed to fall for an asshole like him. But when he was forced to hire her as his social secretary, and they stopped sparring long enough to see how perfect they were for each other, it didn’t take long for their passions to take hold.
But what happens after the Sheikh and Jenny are brought back together after exploring what their life would be like apart? Will they still feel the same about each other? Will Jenny choose the passionate and demanding Sheikh or her gorgeous and loving boyfriend? And is everything in her new wolf pack as it seems?
With the next full moon quickly approaching, Jenny and the Sheikh will soon find out.
‘THE ALPHA’S CURVY MATCH 3’ is the third installment in Alex Anders’ international bestselling series ‘The Alpha’s Curvy Match’. This romantic page-turner is for those who love steamy new adult romances where full-figured young women bicker with their hot alpha male werewolf before potentially falling in love.
I can’t say that my life hasn’t been interesting since I met the Sheikh. First I got to go to a fancy party, followed by me landing a job where I met the coolest people in the world. Then I learned what it was like to turn into a wolf once a month and destroy people’s lives. I was practically Kim Kardasian.
Though I’ll admit that unlike Kim’s life, mine isn’t all glamour and body hair issues. For example, I’m currently living in the woods with a bunch of weird strangers because I can’t be trusted around normal humans. Another example is the whole turning into a wolf thing, because when I do, I apparently kill people.
So my life isn’t exactly KK’s life. It’s a lot more disturbing and there is a lot less body waxing. Interestingly enough though, there is just as much nudity.
I guess the whole living in the woods with a bunch of weird strangers thing is a little different too. For me that’s new. That happened after a wolf showed up at my door and told me that I had to help him catch the Sheikh—my old employer and onetime lover.
The wolf man said that the Sheikh was turning people into werewolves … Sorry, I mean wolves. I’m still getting used to the whole politically correct thing. After I helped David and we caught the Sheikh, David chained my ex-boss to a tree at his wolf campsite and told me I couldn’t leave until after the full moon.
Honestly, the way David handled everything was a little shady. It’s fine though. I would kind of prefer to be around others like me right now. I’ve never turned into a wolf before … I mean, I don’t remember turning into a wolf before.
I believe it’s happened, but it freaks me out that somehow my full-figured body is going to squeeze into the body of a wolf. My bones are going to break and hair is going to shoot out of my skin like porcupine quills. I’ve seen it happen to other people—it looks terrifying.
So, do I want to go through that by myself back in my apartment where my roommate Samantha could walk in at any moment? No. I can already feel her subtle judgments about my weight. I don’t need her starting on me about electrolysis. Oh, and I would also prefer not to kill her and then wake up with her half eaten body on the floor. I’ve been trying to eat healthier and there is nothing natural about that party girl.
I’m kidding, of course. My biggest fear about being a wolf is that I’m going to hurt someone. Samantha, my hot boyfriend Luke, somebody walking by—everyone’s in danger with me around. So turning into a wolf in the woods with people who know what they’re doing, that’s as good as it gets.
The Sheikh, however, doesn’t seem to agree. For some reason, ever since he has woken up tied to that tree, he’s been a little upset. Sure, he hasn’t been yelling, but he’s been doing a lot of loud talking. And since he’s a sheikh it has mostly been him ordering people to do things like “know your place,” or “unchain me,” or “get me some pants.” David has told us to ignore him, however, so we have.
Ignoring him did get harder for me when he started calling to me by name. It used to be my job to do whatever he asked so I still have that impulse. And does my memory of his broad shoulders and rippling chest create a further challenge? Sure. Can his deep, rumbling voice sometimes trigger thoughts about his thick manhood and make me want to run to the tree and ogle his naked body while I touch my throbbing flesh? Of course it does. But like I said, I’ve resisted.
