Two wrongs make the best right for an over-the-top professor and curvy graduate student.
Maya Denver
My mom always said there are plenty of fish in the sea.
But she never met Kane Maxwell.
He's the only fish I see.
He's everything I've ever wanted in a man—caring, intelligent, hot, and bossy.
The only problem?
He has no clue who I am until I sign up for a curvy dating app and match with him.
He knows who I am now...except for that one pesky detail I forgot to mention.
He's my new professor.
And classes begin Monday.
Kane Maxwell
Three days ago, I fell in love with an angel and did the unthinkable.
I joined the dating app I heard her talking about just so I could find her.
When I do, she's everything I knew she would be--beautiful, sweet, sassy.
Her big green eyes and voluptuous curves drive me wild.
The only problem?
Relationships with students are strictly forbidden.
I should have told her the truth from the start.
But when she looks at me, I'm not thinking about class.
All I'm thinking about is making her mine forever.
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Maya Denver
My mom always said there are plenty of fish in the sea.
But she never met Kane Maxwell.
He's the only fish I see.
He's everything I've ever wanted in a man—caring, intelligent, hot, and bossy.
The only problem?
He has no clue who I am until I sign up for a curvy dating app and match with him.
He knows who I am now...except for that one pesky detail I forgot to mention.
He's my new professor.
And classes begin Monday.
Kane Maxwell
Three days ago, I fell in love with an angel and did the unthinkable.
I joined the dating app I heard her talking about just so I could find her.
When I do, she's everything I knew she would be--beautiful, sweet, sassy.
Her big green eyes and voluptuous curves drive me wild.
The only problem?
Relationships with students are strictly forbidden.
I should have told her the truth from the start.
But when she looks at me, I'm not thinking about class.
All I'm thinking about is making her mine forever.
If you enjoy steamy age-gap romance, OTT protective older men, and an extra dose of sugary-sweet romance, you'll love Maya and Kane's story!
Searching for your soulmate? Welcome to Curve Connection, a brand-new dating app developed by curvy women for curvy women and the men who love them. Whether you're into executives, sports stars, blue collar workers, rockstars, or billionaires, we deliver guaranteed happily-ever-afters. Swipe left or right to start searching for your soulmate today.
Curvy Soulmates is a collection of steamy short romances brought to you by 12 of your favorite instalove authors.
Excerpt:
My heart leaps into my throat as soon as I see the notification from the app. My hands shake as I unlock my phone and pull the app up to read it.
Kane: Sweet Maya, I need to know… If you're here, who's running heaven?
I stare at his message for a long moment and then giggle. It's cheesy and ridiculous but also sweet at the same time. Far sweeter than I expected from someone who looks like he could give the devil a run for his money.
Me: I left Abel in charge.
Kane: Good choice. God always favored him.
Kane: Not to be forward, but you're fucking beautiful. That sweet smile bowled me over, baby girl.
My stomach flutters, excitement firing through my system. He's flirting with me. He thinks I'm beautiful. Holy crap. If I'm dreaming, I'm never waking up again.
I hesitate for a second, not sure what to say back to him. And then inspiration strikes, and I go for it.
Me: You're not so bad yourself. If you were a Transformer, you'd be Optimus Fine.
Kane: Nice. What else do you got?
Me: If you were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple.
Kane: I think there's something wrong with my phone. Would you mind calling it?
Me: Um, sure. What's your number?
I wait for him to give it to me.
Kane: It's a pick-up line, sweet Maya.
Me: Oh.
My stomach twists. Even though he can't see me, my cheeks flame with embarrassment. Of course it's a pick-up line and he wasn't asking me to call him.
Kane: But you should absolutely call me so I can ask you out over the phone. I'd like to hear that sweet voice.
"Oh my gosh," I whisper, my hands shaking when he immediately sends his number. I stare at it for a long time, my mind completely blank.
Kane: Shit. Too soon?
Me: No. I'm just nervous. Um, I've never done this before.
Kane: So I'm your first, huh? I like the sound of that.
Me: I don't date much.
Kane: That's good news for me. I promise not to bite.
My stomach flutters again. Though, I don't think it's nerves this time. The thought of him biting me is…sexy as hell, to be honest. There's something about being behind a screen that makes me feel bolder, braver.
Me: What if I want you to bite?
Kane: You like playing with fire, huh?
Me: Maybe.
Kane: Truth is, I've been thinking about sinking my teeth into that gorgeous body for longer than I should admit. Would you slap me if I told you that my dick is rock hard for you right now, sweet Maya?
Oh my gosh. I press the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to cool myself down. It doesn't work. I feel like I'm on fire.
Me: No.
Kane: Good because it's true. Just so we're clear, I plan to fuck you. Repeatedly. But I'm not interested in a quick hookup. There's nothing quick about the things I'm going to do to you. And while I'm doing them, I plan to make you fall for me.
Oh, wow. I set my phone on the desk and pinch my arm, just to make sure I'm awake and not dreaming any of this. I'm not because it hurts like hell when I catch my skin between my fingers and squeeze. This is really happening right now. Kane Maxwell wants to sleep with me. He wants me to fall for him.
Kane: Call me, baby girl. Let me hear that beautiful voice.
I dial his number before I can talk myself out of it. My heart beats so loud I hear it better than I do the single ring.
"Maya," Kane says as soon as he answers. His voice is a velvety growl of sound that's entirely wicked. It reminds me of a big cat purring. Right before it pounces. "You called."
"You asked me to," I remind him.
"I know. I just wasn't sure if you would or not."
"Oh."
"I know you just met me five minutes ago, but I want you to go out with me tonight," he says, not wasting any time. I like it. He gets right to the point. "I'll keep my hands to myself if that's what you want, but I want to see you."
I hesitate, torn between throwing caution to the wind and saying yes, and telling him the truth and saying no. Come Monday, this man will be my professor. I should tell him that, right?
Kane: Sweet Maya, I need to know… If you're here, who's running heaven?
I stare at his message for a long moment and then giggle. It's cheesy and ridiculous but also sweet at the same time. Far sweeter than I expected from someone who looks like he could give the devil a run for his money.
Me: I left Abel in charge.
Kane: Good choice. God always favored him.
Kane: Not to be forward, but you're fucking beautiful. That sweet smile bowled me over, baby girl.
My stomach flutters, excitement firing through my system. He's flirting with me. He thinks I'm beautiful. Holy crap. If I'm dreaming, I'm never waking up again.
I hesitate for a second, not sure what to say back to him. And then inspiration strikes, and I go for it.
Me: You're not so bad yourself. If you were a Transformer, you'd be Optimus Fine.
Kane: Nice. What else do you got?
Me: If you were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple.
Kane: I think there's something wrong with my phone. Would you mind calling it?
Me: Um, sure. What's your number?
I wait for him to give it to me.
Kane: It's a pick-up line, sweet Maya.
Me: Oh.
My stomach twists. Even though he can't see me, my cheeks flame with embarrassment. Of course it's a pick-up line and he wasn't asking me to call him.
Kane: But you should absolutely call me so I can ask you out over the phone. I'd like to hear that sweet voice.
"Oh my gosh," I whisper, my hands shaking when he immediately sends his number. I stare at it for a long time, my mind completely blank.
Kane: Shit. Too soon?
Me: No. I'm just nervous. Um, I've never done this before.
Kane: So I'm your first, huh? I like the sound of that.
Me: I don't date much.
Kane: That's good news for me. I promise not to bite.
My stomach flutters again. Though, I don't think it's nerves this time. The thought of him biting me is…sexy as hell, to be honest. There's something about being behind a screen that makes me feel bolder, braver.
Me: What if I want you to bite?
Kane: You like playing with fire, huh?
Me: Maybe.
Kane: Truth is, I've been thinking about sinking my teeth into that gorgeous body for longer than I should admit. Would you slap me if I told you that my dick is rock hard for you right now, sweet Maya?
Oh my gosh. I press the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to cool myself down. It doesn't work. I feel like I'm on fire.
Me: No.
Kane: Good because it's true. Just so we're clear, I plan to fuck you. Repeatedly. But I'm not interested in a quick hookup. There's nothing quick about the things I'm going to do to you. And while I'm doing them, I plan to make you fall for me.
Oh, wow. I set my phone on the desk and pinch my arm, just to make sure I'm awake and not dreaming any of this. I'm not because it hurts like hell when I catch my skin between my fingers and squeeze. This is really happening right now. Kane Maxwell wants to sleep with me. He wants me to fall for him.
Kane: Call me, baby girl. Let me hear that beautiful voice.
I dial his number before I can talk myself out of it. My heart beats so loud I hear it better than I do the single ring.
"Maya," Kane says as soon as he answers. His voice is a velvety growl of sound that's entirely wicked. It reminds me of a big cat purring. Right before it pounces. "You called."
"You asked me to," I remind him.
"I know. I just wasn't sure if you would or not."
"Oh."
"I know you just met me five minutes ago, but I want you to go out with me tonight," he says, not wasting any time. I like it. He gets right to the point. "I'll keep my hands to myself if that's what you want, but I want to see you."
I hesitate, torn between throwing caution to the wind and saying yes, and telling him the truth and saying no. Come Monday, this man will be my professor. I should tell him that, right?
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