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The Alpha’s Curvy Match
The Alpha’s Curvy Match
The Alpha’s Curvy Match
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The Alpha’s Curvy Match

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The Sheikh was used to having everything his way. His associates were rich, and his women were thin and easy. He was the gorgeously built heir of royalty. He didn’t see why he shouldn’t get what he wanted.

Jenny, on the other hand, lived in the real world. She was curvy, quick-witted and struggling to pay for college. She thought it would be a fun escape to go with her roommate to a Sheikh’s party... but she had never met the Sheikh.

When they met, the sparks flew immediately. The Sheikh had mistaken Jenny for one of his airheads and Jenny had to give him a quick introduction to what a real woman is like. He didn’t like that so much.

Their time together would have been brief if it wasn’t for one thing; the Sheikh was a wolf shifter, and as a wolf, he had scratched Jenny. That presented a problem for the Sheikh. In order to keep his secret, his royal family made his victims “disappear”. The Sheikh didn’t like Jenny, but he didn’t want that.

So coming up with a compromise, he decides to watch Jenny to see if his scratch would turn her into a wolf. And offering her a high paying job that she can’t refuse, he keeps her close enough to figure out if the virginal Jenny would have to die.

Will Jenny turn into a wolf on the next full moon? Will the Sheikh let her die if she does? And will the two stop fighting with each other long enough to realize that they might be each other’s perfect match? The clock is ticking for them to find out.

‘THE ALPHA’S CURVY MATCH’ is the latest release from international bestselling author Alex Anders and is for those who love steamy new adult romances where full-figured young women bicker with their hot alpha male werewolf before potentially falling in love.

* This romantic, new adult adventure contains graphic descriptions of sex written to create extreme arousal in the reader.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 20, 2015
ISBN9781310423147
The Alpha’s Curvy Match

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    The Alpha’s Curvy Match - Alex Anders

    Chapter 1

    (The Sheikh)

    Do you know what I love about America? Summer time on a Saturday at about 8 o’clock at night. It’s then when everyone is in their cars trying to scurry off to some club or bar and Highway 10 is jam packed. It’s then that the orange lights from the buildings contrast with the pale yellow of headlights and the blinking red lights on the back of the cars. You will probably never get the chance to see it from my perspective. But from the penthouse in a 20 story building in Westwood, there is nothing better. And as I stand on the balcony balls deep in some wannabe actress admiring it all, I think about how lucky I am to be here.

    Americans just don’t know how good they have it. When I grew up I went to an all-boys school in puritan London. Do you know how much that stifles a young man’s curiosity? There is something about the presence of girls in a boy’s life that just makes childhood worthwhile. And as I was hitting my shower jacking off endlessly to the thought of half decent nuns, American boys were getting blow jobs by girls named Britney. God bless America. That’s what I say.

    I almost didn’t end up here. In fact if I had my choice I wouldn’t be. But fate, ah fate. It’s a mean, mean bitch. But I guess it does have its soft side.

    I am, for all intent and purposes, a Sheikh. Yes, I’m Arab, as uncool as that is to say. But I make it work. Back in my heyday I was that obnoxious guy driving a Lamborghini to a club in Dubai. I was the one who bought the entire club a drink and then waited for the women to flock to me. I like to think of myself as a humanitarian. Because after all, if I deflowered every Arab virgin, who would be left for those crazy fanatics in the afterlife? You’re welcome.

    At that time I was thinking that my life was probably as good as it was going to get. I had women lined up for me. Everyone turned their head when they saw me. I had access to the family jet and I made use of it. And any young beautiful person who was anyone knew my name. I don’t know if Sheikh is the right word for what I was. But calling yourself an Arab God can sometimes get your head cut off, so I’ll play within the rules.

    I think my life, like the lives of many people throughout history, was ruined by the British royalty. I can’t believe how many people just go crazy for those two English princes. The older one isn’t kinda boring. But the redheaded one, now he is a guy who knows how to be a Prince.

    The orgies that would go on in the palace… if you only knew. And it’s not like he arranged them anywhere else. It had to be in the palace. The only ones who were invited were royals, and amongst our own, there were no rules.

    If you knew the amount of times that a British Duchess lay nose deep in royal pupes one night, and then dressed up in those silly pillbox hats and sipped tea at a polo match the next morning, you would be shocked. Duchess, Princess, royalty? No one can be that prim and proper all the time. In fact, my experience is that the more polite someone seems in public, the dirtier they are in private.

    That’s why I considered myself to be a more authentic royal. Who I was in private was the same man everyone saw in public. I whored around in private and was with the same girl naked on top of the Asteria Hotel at 4 PM on a Tuesday. What can I say? I am an authentic person.

    But going back to that redheaded Prince. He was more cautious when he was younger. The guest lists of these royal orgies were always very well edited. But that little horny bastard just got sloppy. And hell, I love the idea of adding Japanese royalty. It was about time that a little more spice was added to the mix. But, God damn. Did he have to invite everyone?

    Some of those fuckers engaged in some crazy shit. What do they call it? Voodoo? I know that’s not it, but whatever they do over there with their magic, white-faced Japanese theater thing, that messed some people up real bad.

    Because what I know was, I was having my usual great time, and then someone grabbed my ass. I swiped them away, as I would do, and then I felt a bite on my neck. And it wasn’t just some nibble like some of those freaks did. It was a full on breaking the flesh, me screaming in pain, sort of bite. That shit hurt. And after that, the next morning, God damn did I feel different.

    After that night I seriously could not get enough sex. You could line up a bunch of naked women in front of me, let me hit each one to orgasm and I could keep on going. It was fucking insane.

    It didn’t take long for me to figure out why. I had become a wolf. I’m not talking about a metaphorical guy who chases women. I mean someone bit me and now I can turn into a wolf. And whatever came with that came a sex drive that you would never believe.

    Now, I went through different stages as I was discovering my new self. First I didn’t notice anything. Some may ask how I could have missed the fact that I was barely dressed anymore. I would say I was busy. But after a few weeks of it, I noticed that I had dropped some weight, I sat down and thought about how many meals I had missed due to my carnal appetite. There were a few. But on the upside, my thrusting muscles were looking very toned.

    The second stage is when the moon started to get closer to full. I was getting a little bit more aggressive. Let’s say that I got into a fight at a club. I was not a fighter. I had bodyguards to do that for me. So when I found some guy’s shirt in my grip and my fist continuously pounding on his smug face, I realized that something was going on.

    But it was when the moon changed that I realized who I was. I was a wolf. Actually, I was fucking two supposed virgins, then suddenly I was a wolf.

    The cleanup on that was not good. And we know exactly what happened because, don’t fool yourself ladies, there is a video camera in every Sheikh’s bedroom. We are very careful about these things. If we ever need to make things go away, we need to know what we’re dealing with. And if no one else in the world, the Saudi Royal family knows how to make things go away.

    So there you have it. I was a wolf. It was all recorded. And it took hours before my parents knew.

    Great! That was exactly what I needed. My father watching me have sex and then slaughtering some socialites. First he would critique me on my fucking technique. And then he would give me a speech about how royalty doesn’t turn into wolves and slaughter people. I got it Father. I’m not as good as you. That

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