Author: meganwade
Sugarplums. They should be dancing in my head. But they aren’t. Why? Because I’m spending my Christmas Eve under the rule of the biggest Scrooge I know. My boss. Lincoln Maverick. He’s gorgeous. He’s a billionaire. And he’s an evil workaholic who demands his assistant works even longer than he does. I’m the fifth one he’s had this year, and I’m about to make him interview for his sixth. When the … When the clock strikes twelve, my Christmas gift to myself is a resignation letter on his desk and the intention of walking my curvy behind out the door.…
Pop. It’s a drink. It’s a name. For me, pop was the sound my cherry still hadn’t made. At first, I thought it was because of my curves, but then I found out my brother warned them all away from me in high school and the ‘don’t touch’ rule kinda stuck.Only one guy was brave enough to go against him. Derek Star. The baddest boy our sleepy town has ever seen. He was my first kiss. My only kiss. But … My only kiss. But he left. Six years later, I’m still waiting for him to finish what we started.…
Pumpkin. The smell. The spice in my latte. The pie that’s synonymous with my favorite holiday. Thanksgiving holds memories of family and togetherness. So when a storm cancels my travel plans, my roommate takes pity on me and I find myself sharing the holiday across the table from my greatest crush—her older brother.Finlay Ross. He was a senior in high school when I was still in pig tails. … pig tails. Popular, the star quarterback, he was the first boy I got a stomach flip over, and the only guy I’ve ever wanted. Pity a curvy girl like me would…
Marshmallow. Every kid gets a nickname. Marshmallow was mine. And like the squishie confectionary, it stuck. As did the extra pounds that inspired the nickname in the first place. But that was OK, the plus-size revolution gave me confidence in my curves. I learned to love my body and even show it off for the world to see. #bodypositive was my ticket to Insta-stardom. It was also what attracted … attracted him…Carter Reeves. A model who graced the covers of several of my favorite romance novels. He messaged me with an opportunity. I couldn’t say no. Imagine my surprise when…