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I’m looking for Mr. Right and he needs to check off everything on my list.
I think I found him… that is until I find out there’s something he’s not telling me.

Main Tropes

  • Protective Man
  • Curvy Woman
  • Age Gap
  • OTT
  • All the Feels

Synopsis

Sleighing Mr. Right
An Alpha Older Man and Curvy Younger Woman Romance

Candy
I’m looking for Mr. Right and he needs to check off everything on my list.
I think I found him… that is until I find out there’s something he’s not telling me.
He lied to me because of my crazy list. But maybe what I thought was a “big no” is actually a “big yes.”
Now, I have to figure out how to make him my Mr. Right… instead of my Mr. Right Now.

Cane
I had given up on women. She had given up on Christmas. We both take a risk and find out we are exactly what each other needs.
But when I keep something hidden from her, something that is a “big no” on her list, she walks away.
If she gives me a chance, I’m going to prove to her that I want to be her man... her family... her forever.

This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is the first book in the Curves For Christmas Series.
If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.

Intro to Chapter 1

Chapter 1

CANDY

 I should have known, when I walked to his truck to
get in and he didn’t open the door for me, how this night was going to go. I thought he could possibly be the one. He checked off almost everything on my ‘Mr. Right’ list. Well, except for being a gentleman.

I look at his slicked-back hair and the white turtleneck he’s wearing. Didn’t men stop
wearing turtlenecks… hell, what am I talking about, I don’t know any man that wears them. “So, uh, Mark, thanks again for taking me to pick up the tree for the office.”

I’m an assistant at an accounting office and I’m picking up the Christmas tree. I don’t mind though. I haven’t celebrated Christmas the last few years, but I used to love
it. Give me hot chocolate, sweaters, boots and holiday cheer any day. However,
maybe I should have gone by myself to get it.

He smiles, not taking his eyes off the road. “Sure, no problem. Happy to help.”

Okay, I think to myself. This is more like it. Maybe he is a good guy.

He reaches across the
console and squeezes my knee. “Plus, you’ll owe me one after this. And I know exactly what I want.” His hand slides up my thigh and I squeeze my legs
together and stop his roaming.

I turn my legs away from him, and he slides his hand back to the console. Good, maybe he got the hint. But just in case he didn’t, I tell him, “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t comment.

Damn, now I’m stuck
in this truck with him for the duration and he’s going to know where I live. Yep, I didn’t think this one through.

Mark works as an insurance adjuster in the office next to mine. He’s been asking me out for weeks and I finally told him yes. But only after he had checked off some of the
items on my list. He’s older than me, but I like older men so that was never a problem. But something always made me tell him no. Obviously, I should have stuck with my gut on this one.

Almost twenty minutes from the time he picks me up, we pull into the tree farm lot. Stupidly I sit in the car, thinking he might come around to open the door, but when he stands at
the front of the truck and throws his hands up, like, What
the hell are you doing? I get out, shaking my head.

“Sorry, I thought you were coming around to get the door for me.”

He snorts. “What, your hand broke?”

I squeeze the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. “Okay, so let’s get a tree.”

I walk into the entrance under the sign that says, ‘Mountain Christmas Tree Farm.’

There are twinkling lights everywhere. I hug into my jacket and take in the festive decorations, the families searching for their perfect Christmas tree, the people drinking cocoa, and all the fun things to do here. Memories hit me of my and my granny
doing this exact thing and I rub my hand over my chest soothingly. If I had come alone, I definitely would’ve spent some time exploring. But now, I just want to get out of here.

Stalking over to the trees, I can’t stop my hips from shimmying at the Christmas music blaring through the speakers. I don’t look back to see if Mark is following. Honestly, I don’t care if he does.

When I get to some decent size trees, and I think I found the one, I look around for help, already doubting I’m going to get it from Mark.

Cane

As soon as I saw her,
I turned the customer I was helping over to my part-time help and followed her
through the maze of trees, watching her wide hips sway to the beat of the music. While she admires the trees, I’m admiring her.

Her red hair is in curls hanging down her back. Her fitted jeans cling to her round butt and thick thighs. She has black boots that go all the way up to her knees and a black
jacket wrapped around her. It’s bulky, hiding her upper body from me, but I know
already that I want to see more.

When she starts looking around, I adjust my cock in my pants and walk up to her. “Can I help you?”

Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I try not to act like I notice when her eyes stray down my body and back up. However, the longer she looks, the harder I get. I swear her
eyes pop up to mine, wide and filled with lust, probably because she saw my crotch
twitch at her gaze.

“Uh, yeah. How tall do you think this tree is?” she asks, and I swear her voice is the voice of an angel.

I take a step forward like I’m trying to measure it against my height. In all reality, I just want to get closer to her. “Probably around six foot three inches.”

She clasps her hands together in front of her. “That’s perfect. I’ll take it.” The smile on her face is contagious and I can’t stop myself from smiling back at her. Damn, she’s too cute.

A man walks up to her, sliding his arm around her waist, and instantly my fists clench at my
sides. “Is this the tree? That’s going to be tough getting it up the steps to your house. Oh, you’ll definitely be putting out for this.”

She struggles to get out of his arms, but he only tightens his grip. “Let go of me, Mark,” she
hisses. “And I think we’ve already discussed this. I’m not sleeping with you.”

I guess he doesn’t get the picture, because he holds a twig of mistletoe over her head. “Pucker up…” Since she can’t struggle from his grasp, she turns her head, disgust on
her face.

Not able to stand by any longer, I reach over and dig my hand into his neck, causing him to release her and buckle to his knees. “I don’t think the lady appreciates the way you’re
talking to her or manhandling her, son.”

Okay, he’s probably only five or ten years younger than me, but his behavior reminds me of a kid. He grimaces in pain, but I don’t let up. I grip him harder, all the time wondering what in the world she’s doing with this pansy. “Apologize.”

I hate to see a man mistreat a woman. I peer over at her and I can tell she’s embarrassed… but maybe also a little relieved. He glares at her, then at me, before nodding his head. I let him up and he backs a few feet away. “Fuck that, I’m not
apologizing to that fat bitch.”

He’s got balls, I’ll give him that. He takes off running toward his car, and I turn to go get him.
The woman wraps her hand around my bicep. “He’s not worth it. Honestly, you
saved me from a terrible ride home and an awkwardness trying to get him to leave.”

“He shouldn’t talk to you like that,” I tell her. “No man should treat or talk to a woman like that.” Plus, that guy is dense if he thinks she’s fat. She’s breathtaking. Her curves
have my mouth watering and the crotch of my jeans working harder to contain my hard length.

Her blush colors her face prettily. She blows out a cold breath. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know he was like that. He checked off everything on my list.” Her face pinches when she
realizes what she just said.

I smile at how cute she is. I should wipe the smirk off my face to not embarrass her anymore. “Your list?”

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