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  Hot Curves Ahead

  Beautiful and bountiful women star in these hot romances!

  Cash’s Cherry

  Tara Nina

  When Cherry Adams disappears while taking an EMT call, it’s up to Cash Dupree and his search-and-rescue dog, Max, to find her, bring her home safe and show her how much she means to him. She makes him hot, hard and wanting more. He made a mistake before, running scared from the overwhelming feelings he felt for her. He’s not going to make the same mistake twice.

  First, however, he has to find her.

  Kansas Moon

  A.L. Wiley

  When Marybeth is attacked by a big dog and badly bitten, she is worried about whether her insurance will pay for it, not whether she is going to turn into a werewolf. When Cade realizes that a new werewolf has been left to change on her own, he isn’t thinking about whether or not she is his mate. Marybeth has no idea what is happening to her, while Cade can’t imagine who could have broken shifter law and bitten this curvy beauty. He just wants them both to get through the night under the Kansas moon.

  Make Him Purr

  Bella Brooke

  When a shifter falls in love…it’s forever.

  Shaznay’s a sexy plus-size model with one problem—a stalker. Tyler, a mountain lion shifter, runs a security agency that guarantees to keep its clients safe no matter the threat. He immediately recognizes Shaz as the mate he’s been hunting for. He adores every one of Shaz’s curves and no one so much as touches her on his watch. But finding his mate distracts the ice-cold ex-Special Forces shifter. With Shaz’s life threatened, time is running out for Tyler to both hunt down her stalker and claim her as his mate.

  Never Back Down

  Angelina J. Windsor

  Curvy Jess Stone has the worst luck. Her car breaks down on her way home to her family, sending her stumbling into the Heaven’s Devils biker bar. She also has a secret—her family runs a rival biker gang. All hell will break loose if anyone discovers her father is Preacher, prez of the notorious Death Raiders.

  Ace, prez of Heaven’s Devils, is a modern-day warrior, looking to keep his crew in check. That’s tough enough at the best of times, even without being bedeviled by the plus-size model who sashays into his bar and into his bed.

  Post Time

  Tabitha Cockburn

  As a successful horseracing jockey, Jacque might be small, but he has big fantasies of mounting an Amazonian woman. Gretchen fills the bill perfectly for him, and he is more than willing to fulfill her fantasy of being switched with a crop and ridden around like a pony.

  Riding in the New Year

  Sierra Brave

  Sequel to Bareback Christmas.

  Big, beautiful, blonde Scarlett escaped to the mountains and took one hell of a ride with hot cowboy, Davis Banks. The chemistry between them is still bubbling but if Davis and Scarlett are going to have a happy New Year, they must battle a gossiping mother, a meddling grandmother and an ex-boyfriend who suddenly wants Scarlett back.

  The Jarl’s Witch

  Noa Xireau

  Eileen should never have made a magic potion for the conniving Ingrid. Preparing the concoction Eileen used for studs in mating season instead of the love potion Ingrid had asked for hadn’t been a very good idea either.

  No wonder Eileen’s heart felt as if it skipped a beat when she discovered her mistake. Instead of using Ingrid’s hair, as she was supposed to when she’d prepared the potion meant to entice Jarl Leif, she’d accidentally used her own. Now Eileen had a bad feeling her life might be at stake if she didn’t keep the impressive Viking far away from her enchanted brew.

  Reader Advisory: These stories have graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

  Adult Rubenesque romances from Ellora’s Cave

  Hot Curves Ahead

  Cash’s Cherry

  Tara Nina

  Kansas Moon

  A.L. Wiley

  Make Him Purr

  Bella Brooke

  Never Back Down

  Angelina J.Windsor

  Post Time

  Tabitha Cockburn

  Riding in the New Year

  Sierra Brave

  The Jarl’s Witch

  Noa Xireau

  Cash’s Cherry

  Tara Nina

  Chapter One

  Water dripped down the bottle, forming large droplets, reminding him of tears he’d caused in a sexy pair of green eyes. Cash took a deep swig, emptying his beer, then set it on the bar. Those eyes haunted him at night, making him lose sleep.

  “Hey, Allen! Can I get another?” He called down the bar to his friend working behind it. Ye Ole Fateful Bar and Grill was his favorite place to drown himself in misery.

  “Sure thing, Cash. Be right up.”

  Two weeks ago, he’d seen her at his brother’s house, when the police and ambulance squad had been called to help a mentally ill intruder. Cherry was the EMT who answered that call. Seeing her brought back memories of a night he wished he could forget. Thought he had squelched it from tormenting his dreams until boom, they’d crossed paths and it picked the padlock off that sealed vault, setting it free to torture him again, and again.

  Cherry Adams.

  Now that was a woman he couldn’t chisel from his brain. She was a one-night stand that had left a seed of desire planted in his balls, threatening to take root and drive him bat-shit crazy with need. He accepted the fresh beer and nearly downed it in one draw from the longneck bottle. He swiped the back of his hand across his lips. She wasn’t his type. Beer two almost gone and it wasn’t helping his mood. He stared at the bottle. Maybe alcohol wasn’t the answer. It was the reason he’d landed in bed with Cherry in the first place. At least that’s what he told himself to battle the ache knotting his insides, instead of admitting the truth… He’d truly found her attractive, hot and sexy rolled into one big, beautiful package.

  He mulled over that late November encounter, thinking maybe that “boys’ road trip” over to Billings hadn’t been his best decision. It was a rarity that all of the old high school buddies got together at the same time. We aren’t getting any younger, need to make it happen while we can. He remembered the words that had gotten the six of them to go on an overnight trip away from the wives, significant others or life in general. He’d needed a break from work. His band of friends had heard of the brewery tour, wanted to do it for a long time. So when it had finally happened, they had such a night of unwinding, blowing off steam, and brewery hopping, that by the time they’d finished at Angry Hank’s, he had been well-lit and feeling no pain. She had been in the bar, sitting at a table with a couple of her gal pals. They’d known each other in high school, but he wouldn’t have considered them close. More like acquaintances who happened to have a few of the same friends. He hadn’t been looking to hook up, it had just happened. One thing had led to another and they’d landed in a hotel room.

  Cash scrubbed a hand down his face. He may have had a few too many, but she’d sobered him instantly with one of the best fucks of his life.

  Closing his eyes, he could still see those sexy green eyes grow dark with desire, when they’d gotten naked. The memory of the taste of her mouth lingered on his tongue and no amount of beer would wash it away. The scent of her skin—vanilla with a hint of jasmine—tormented his senses for want of another sniff. Her breasts were perfect, not fake, but naturally full enough to comfort his head like a plump, cushiony pillow. He flexed his hands, remembering the phenomenal sensation of her soft flesh as he’d cupped her bottom while pumping into her. Her plus-sized hips were built for rocki
ng him steadily into oblivion. Damn. He shifted on the barstool, trying to ease the discomfort of his hardening cock pressing tightly inside his jeans at the mental image of Cherry’s naked full-figured body. Damn. Damn. Damn. He couldn’t get enough of her that night. Never had he felt so intoxicated simply by looking at her, drinking in every sensual inch of her.

  She wasn’t the typical rail-thin, model-type he gravitated toward. Hell, he’d married one of those and gotten burned. There aren’t any babies coming from this temple, his ex-wife Allie had claimed right before she’d handed him the divorce papers to sign and hightailed it out of town for the bright lights of New York.

  That night over in Billings had cost him more than a hangover, but he hadn’t been willing to admit it. She’d gotten to him, made him want her, need her after one wild romp in the sheets. Lying there watching Cherry sleep, it’d hit him how much he was attracted to her. It’d scared the shit out of him because he’d sworn never to let a woman catch him by the dick again and lead him down that hellacious path to matrimony. Never again. The thought that had sent him running—he could see himself waking beside her every morning, holding her with himself buried balls-deep, those strong legs of hers wrapped around his waist like a vise. A vise. A trap. That had him dressed and out of that room in seconds flat without disturbing her.

  A week later, he’d run into her while he was on a blind date. It had been arranged by his best friend, Bill, to get him out of the funk that seemed to have taken control of him after that night with Cherry. They were on their way out of the restaurant and she was on her way in with some friends. He remembered what she’d worn, a tan dress with a circular neckline, which accentuated her breasts and clung to her voluptuous curves. The sensual sway of her hips as she glided past had instantly caught his attention. Her pair of tan leather boots with a sexy spiked heel would’ve put her taller than most men, but with his height, had placed them eye-to-eye. He’d made an excuse to his date so he could return inside for a moment, but it didn’t do him any good. When he’d walked over to where she’d stood, she’d quickly strolled toward the ladies’ room. He’d hurried and caught her by the elbow, made her look at him. When she had, an invisible knife sliced him to the core. Tears shimmered on the edge of falling as she’d politely told him off.

  “I can see from your date, you’re sticking to a particular type.” She nodded toward the direction from which he’d come and gave him a curt smile. “Leave me alone. Don’t ever speak to me again.” She’d jerked her arm free but shot him a look that he’d never forget, before she’d disappeared into the bathroom. “Guess the words you whispered were just spoken to get you laid. That Cherry, you’re beautiful. The hottest sex of my life. I want to see you again was just a drunken sonnet. Should’ve known better. Beer goggles were a bitch, weren’t they?”

  Cash hated himself. He hadn’t waited for her to come out. Instead, he’d turned and left. It was better to let her think of him as some shallow asshole than to tell her the truth. The intensity of their connection scared the hell out of him. He’d never felt anything like it. Not even with his ex.

  She’d been in his thoughts since that one sensational night and it wasn’t showing any signs of dissipating anytime soon. That blind date was his last. He’d dropped the woman at her door without so much as a good night kiss. That so wasn’t like him. In the years since his divorce, sex was sex, nothing more. She’d been more than willing to soothe whatever ached him, but he’d held no interest in her. He harrumphed. He couldn’t even remember her name.

  Cash finished his beer. Cherry was the perfect woman for him, if he could just let go of the past. He thumped the empty bottle on the bar.

  “Allen,” he called out. “Another one.”

  “Cancel that, Allen.” Officer Bill Braxton slid in beside Cash at the bar. He stood a few inches shorter than Cash’s six-foot-four. “We’ve got a missing person. Need you and Max to help out with the search.”

  “You could’ve called me instead of hunting me down.”

  “Tried,” Bill said. “Seems you’re either screening your calls or simply just not answering. It went directly to voice mail.” He held up two fingers, emphasizing his next word. “Twice.”

  Cash tugged his phone from his back pocket. He forgot he’d turned it off earlier. Pressing it back on, it showed three missed calls. Two from Bill. One from his mother. Though he wished no one any ill will, this was just what he needed to get his mind off a woman who wanted nothing to do with him.

  He looked at his best friend since kindergarten. “What do we have? A hiker lost in the snow?”

  “No.” Bill’s voice was filled with concern as his hand landed on Cash’s shoulder. “Seems an elder shut-in over near Glistening Gulch called in around six a.m. in need of assistance. Apparently this person, a Mrs. Hatfield, is a regular. They all know her at the rescue squad. It was shift change so the EMT getting off volunteered to go out to check on the old woman. When the EMT didn’t show for her shift this afternoon, her coworkers got worried and that’s when I got the call.”

  Cash looked from Bill’s hand to his face. Apprehension shown in his eyes and the gravity of the situation rolled to the forefront of Cash’s mind. Bill was the only person who knew about the incident with Cherry. After that disastrous blind date, Bill had figured out what was making Cash miserable and had tried to discuss it with him. Cash hadn’t wanted any part of that conversation and had shut him down. From the expression on Bill’s face, he knew who was missing even before he asked, “Which EMT?”

  “Cherry.”

  He stood so quickly the barstool toppled over behind him, causing a loud thwack to resonate when it hit the wooden floor. The people closest to them stared. Bill waved them off.

  “Nothing to see here, folks.” Since he was dressed in his uniform, complete with his hat, coat with the police department’s seal on it, heavy black boots, and his sidearm, they listened and turned back to their own conversations.

  “Which area has already been searched? Got an address on that shut-in who called? Need to pick up Max and get started,” Cash rambled as he righted the stool, grabbed his coat from the back of it and snatched it on.

  “Thought you didn’t care about her?”

  Cash got in his face, practically growling, “She thinks I’m a jerk, an asshole. Doesn’t matter how I feel, now does it?”

  Bill smiled, ignoring his pissy demeanor, irking Cash even more. “Then why let this bother you at all? Go back to drinking, wallow in self-pity. I can call someone else. Might take a while for them to get here.”

  Cash intentionally shouldered him hard as he pushed past Bill. “Because you know as well as I do. I’m the jerk with the best damn rescue dog in the state. If she’s got any chance at being found, it’s with me and Max.”

  Bill caught him by the arm. “I know. That’s why Max is already outside and ready to go. Went by your place before coming here. Let myself in with the spare key you gave me. He was more than willing to go for a ride in the squad car.”

  “Then let’s go. Anyone check Cherry’s place? Maybe she overslept. How are you so sure she’s missing anyway?”

  “That’s the first thing her coworkers did. Her sister shares an apartment with her and works nights as a nurse at the hospital. She was home during the day and knew Cherry wasn’t there and hadn’t been home. Cherry hasn’t answered her phone. Like yours, it went straight to voice mail. Sent a patrol car out retracing her route. They found her Jeep but not her. Hopefully they’ll have something more for us by the time we get there. In case they don’t, thought it might be best to acquire your and Max’s help.”

  They walked outside. Bill opened the squad car door and Max jumped out. He rushed to Cash’s side. Cash opened the door to his old Hummer H1 and Max leaped up onto the seat and scurried over to the passenger side. He was glad to have it finally running again after he’d had to wait for over a month for a part. It may be crap on gas but it never failed to get through almost anything, especially with
the expensive snow tires complete with military-grade ice grips he’d had installed. This beast ate through ice and snow without an issue and he wished it’d been functioning when that blizzard over the Christmas holiday had hit. It wouldn’t have left his family as stranded on the mountain as they had been. He swung up onto his seat and was greeted by a warm, wet tongue giving him a slobbery kiss. He rubbed the back of Max’s head. His search-and-rescue partner, the three-year-old, black-and-white Border Collie was his closest companion. A few years after his divorce, he’d needed something so he bought a puppy and it had been his best decision. They made one hell of a rescue team.

  “Okay, boy. We’ve got a job to do. You ready?”

  Max sat in the passenger seat and gave him a short bark as if answering yes. His tail wagged excitedly and his breath fogged the window with his heavy pant. Cash shut the door, rolled down his window and looked at Bill.

  “Where do we start?”

  “Take County Road toward Glistening Gulch. We’ve already spoken with Mrs. Hatfield. Cherry left her place around ten this morning, supposedly headed home.”

  “That road’s a nightmare on a good day.” With last night’s fresh layer of snow and ice… Cash’s stomach flipped. With its acute incline and sharp turns, County Road was known for multiple accidents yearly. Numerous drivers miscalculated and left the asphalt. Depending on which side of the road, meant life, or almost certain death, or in the least severe injury. One side led to woods, land and the occasional house, the other side, a sheer drop off the mountain. If the driver were lucky, the vehicle landed in a ravine or gulch. If not… He hated to think. “Did she crash?”