by Elisa Leigh
“Hey Beautiful, where are my babies?” Leland asks, walking in for lunch.
“Lance and Darla took them for the weekend,” I say from the couch where I’ve been reading all morning without any interruptions.
Leland quirks his eyebrow at me, “Oh yeah, why is that?”
“Mmmhmm. I wanted to celebrate with my husband.”
He kneels beside me and places a kiss on my lips. “What are we celebrating?”
Putting my kindle down, I smile at him. “I’m making you a daddy for the fourth time.”
You’re pregnant?” He shouts and lifts my dress over my stomach to stare at my soft belly that isn’t showing any signs of a human growing in there. He kisses all over my belly making me laugh because of the beard he has grown that is tickling my belly. “Thank you Beautiful. Thank you for giving me this wonderful life.”
“Thank you for giving me you,” I say, repeating the words he told me so long ago.
The End
And for all of those hoping to hear more from Sam and Donna, they will be getting their story late 2018 in Lassoing Her Heart.
Meet the Author
ELISA LEIGH
Author of the Panthera Security series, the Steel Daggers MC series and the All For Love series, Elisa Leigh writes steamy love stories about men who know exactly what they want from their lady love, that being everything and forever.
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Other Books by Elisa Leigh
Panthera Security
Finally, Our Forever
Keeping Our Forever
Fighting Our Forever
Book 4 Cash Owens (TBD)
Book 5 Adam Kingston (TBD)
Steel Daggers MC
His Sweet Treat
Thanking Her Hero
Their Holly Bell
Saving His Princess
Hacking Into Love (Coming 2018)
Book 5 (Coming 2018)
All For Love with MK Moore
All For Erica at Christmas
All For Gemma (TBD 2018)
Holding On
Holding Onto Kinsley
Holding Onto Becca (Coming Late Summer 2018)
Clearwater Curves Novella Series
(Created with M.K. Moore, C.M. Steele, and KL Fast)
Sweet Curves
Acknowledgments
Karlee, thank you for being such a big supporter of me and my work. You are one of my biggest cheerleaders and I love you. The time and effort you put into making my book the best it can be means the world to me. #unicornbestie
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Jeb, my hubby. I love you. Like I really do.
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New readers, older readers, second timers, thank you for taking the time to read Roped Into Love. It means so much that you chose this book to get lost in.
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Sweet Curves Excerpt
Lanie Crews
I can’t believe I listened to my mother and I’m going to a weight loss support group right now. I know she means well, but it still hurts. This only drives home how I’ve never been good enough for our family. Ever since I was born, I’ve always felt like I had to live up to the Crews name, but never really felt like I fit. My older brother Leo and sister Lydia always made sure to let me know I wasn’t a welcome addition to the family. Mom had me later in life, and they had already earned their right in the family, I guess I had something to prove.
When daddy died a few years ago, Leo took over the family business and made Lydia his right hand. I have to admit, they are a great team. They always look down their noses at me and never once asked if I would be interested in helping. I wasn’t, but it would have been nice to be wanted. Instead, I work at my Nana’s ice cream shop, The Ice Dream Shoppe. She’s owned it since the fifties, and it’s become a staple on the boardwalk in our beach town. Thank god for my Nana, because if it weren’t for her, I don’t know what I’d be doing right now. She is the one person I’m closest to in the family. It probably has something to do with the fact that no one takes us seriously since we’re both a little bit on the different side.
Whatever, I’m going to go to this meeting and see if they can help. It’s not like I eat too terribly awful and sit around all day. In fact, I’m usually on my feet all day at the shop and barely have time to eat. It doesn’t help that I’m surrounded by ice cream all day though.
Pulling into the parking lot, I can’t help but wonder why the hell I’m even here. I know my mom suggested it, but still. I should have stood up for myself. Why does it matter so much that I’m bigger than the rest of the people in my family? Does my existence really bother them that bad? Do my curves offend them? I roll my eyes and fight the tears that are threatening to fall. I’m going to give this meeting a chance.
Walking in, I’m not surprised to find women in all shapes and sizes sitting around waiting for the meeting to start. After checking in, I sit next to a pretty woman who looks to be around my age. I begin to fidget, not sure what to do with myself.
“First time here?” The woman I sit next to asks me.
“How can you tell?” I ask and shift to look at her.
“You seem nervous, kind of like you’re not sure if you should be here, kinda like how I feel.”
I let out a breath I don’t realize I am holding. “I didn’t even want to come. My mom found the place for me and made this big production of me coming. I promised I’d go at least once just so she’d leave me alone about it.”
“And here you are.” She smiles. There’s something about her that puts me at ease, something I haven’t felt from many people.
“Here are am.” I laugh. “I’m Lanie,” I say holding out my hand to her, and she shakes it.
“I’m Fancy. Don’t you work at The Ice Dream Shoppe on the boardwalk?”
I smile and nod. “I manage it for my Nana.”
“Oh, my fucking God, I love that place!” Another woman says, sitting down beside me. “Must be why I’m in this place,” she mutters under her breath making me and Fancy laugh.
“Thanks. I’m Lanie, this is Fancy.”
“Avery. But seriously, that place is sin in a bowl. I go by sometimes after work. I’m a server at Sean’s Crab Shack.”
All three of us sit and talk until the meeting begins. I’m actually enjoying myself, but everything she’s saying are things I’ve heard and tried before. A few minutes later a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed impeccably, walks into the meeting and sits beside Fancy. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a client that took a while.”
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“Oh, that’s okay Stella dear-” The leader says, but is interrupted by another woman. “The meeting started fifteen minutes ago.”
This woman looks like she should be leading a spin class and drinking a kale smoothie. No offense to people who enjoy those things, all I’m saying is I’d be surprised if she ate sugar let alone need to be at a meeting like this. That’s not what bothers me though, because to each their own, but it’s the look she’s been wearing since I saw her when I walked in tonight. She’s been looking down at all the women in here as if she’s better because of the way her body looks.
“I said I was sorry, I’m not going to repeat it.” The woman sitting next to Fancy replies.
“Preach it sister,” Avery adds in making me laugh.
“That’s the problem with you people.”
“She did not just say, you people. Tell me I’m hearing things and this bitch isn’t starting something she can’t finish.”
Crossing her arms, the woman walks towards us. “You want to know why you’ll never look like me?”
“Not really,” Fancy says looking pissed.
“It’s people like you who sit on your fat asses every day, binge eating carbs, complaining about your bodies and never doing anything about it that proves my point. Fat people are lazy and gross. You make me sick.”
Seconds later, Avery punches Brittany, who’s laying flat on her back, holding her face, screeching.
“Listen up cunt bag. I’m proud of my “fat ass.” You have no idea who I am or what you’re dealing with, so watch yourself.”
A few minutes later Avery, Fancy, me and Stella are out in the parking lot laughing about what just happened.
“I can’t believe you hit her,” Stella says.
“I can’t believe you called her a cunt bag.” I snort, tears filling my eyes from all the laughing I’m doing.
“I hate bitches like that. How’s your hand doing by the way?” Fancy asks.
“Meh. I need a taco and a margarita. Who’s in?”
“What about your hand? You need to get it looked at.” Stella says, sounding concerned.
“I’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve hit somebody, probably won’t be the last.”
So instead of taking Avery to the clinic to get her hand looked at, we do the irresponsible thing and go get tacos and margaritas. We never did make it back to any of the meetings. Avery agreed to not say anything to people about what one of their leaders did if Brittany didn’t press charges. All in all, it worked out for everyone and the curvy girls of Clearwater became best friends. Kinda like some grown-up curvy version of “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” Except instead we share margaritas and not jeans.