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Megan Wade - book author

Megan Wade is a simple girl who believes in love at first sight and soulmates. She's obsessed with happy endings and Hallmark is her favorite brand of everything. Each Megan Wade story carries her ‘Sugar Promise’ of Over the Top Romance, Alpha Heroes, Curvy Heroines, Low Drama, High Heat and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After. What could be better than that?

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Megan Wade is the author of books: Pumpkin (Sweet Curves #2), Sugarplum (Sweet Curves #4), Marshmallow (Sweet Curves #1), Cookie (Sweet Curves #5), Pop (Sweet Curves #3), Rowdy Prince (Royal Curves #1), Naughty Prince (Royal Curves #2), Sucker (Sweet Curves #6), Cheeky Prince (Royal Curves #3)

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01
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. 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 never be on his radar. He probably doesn’t even know I exist.

So why does he keep looking at me like he’s starving and I’m the feast?

This could turn out to be a thanksgiving I’ll never forget.


Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a dirty-talking alpha who wants nothing more than a sweet little piece of pumpkin pie.

Each Megan Wade story carries her 'Sugar Promise' of Over the Top Romance, Alpha Heroes, Curvy Heroines, Low Drama, High Heat and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After. What could be better than that?
02
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 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. The last reaction I expected from him was a relieved thank you.
Now, there’s nothing standing in his way.
Lincoln Maverick wants one thing this Christmas. Me...

Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and her billionaire boss who deserves to be in the naughty list for the filth that comes out of his mouth. Luckily, his sweet and juicy sugarplum will balance him out.
03
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 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 in the middle of a photo shoot, he pressed his lips to my ear and told me he wants to eat my marshmallow.
Holy
Mother
Of god
Carter Reeves wants me.
Me.
He has abs of steel and I have thighs of thunder. Is he serious?


Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a deliciously sinful man who’s even sweeter than the marshmallow he’s after.
04
Cookies. They‘re sweet and crumbly. In my bakery, they’re a melt-in-your-mouth delicacy. People drive miles out of their way for a box of fudgey choc chip. Any cookie you can think of, we make it.
We don’t serve sandwiches.
For some reason, the tall and muscular stranger from out of town can’t get that through his head.
I tell him the best I can do is a cookie sandwich. Then he grind and tells me he’d like to eat my cookie. Did I hear that right?
I did. He wants me.
The curvy cookie maker.
I don’t even know his name...

Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and the newest bad boy in town who might be staying longer than he bargained for.
05
Pop. It’s a drink. It’s a name. For me, pop was the sound my cherry still hadn’t made. I was twenty-two and still a virgin. I thought it was because of my curves, but my friend said it was because I’m too picky. Maybe she’s right. In this small town, there aren’t a lot of eligible men to choose from—especially when your brother warned them all away from you in high school and the ‘don’t touch’ rule kinda stuck. Meaning I’m stuck being a twenty-two year old ‘maiden’ who works in a 50s style milk bar and has zero prospects in life.

That is until a blast from the past comes riding into town.

Derek Star. The baddest boy our sleepy town has ever seen. He was the one guy willing to go against my brother’s rule. My first kiss. My only kiss. Will he be the first man to pop my cherry too?



Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a dirty-talking bad boy who knows exactly what he wants. He’ll do anything to be the one to break this innocent girl in and make her his.
06
My brother swears his roommate in college was an bonafide prince. And if it wasn’t for the ridiculousness of that notion, I might believe him. But, seriously, what kind of prince attends a second-rate college in South Carolina? A prince of thieves, perhaps? Still, he insists it’s the truth. So, when that big galoof turns the big three-oh, I decide it’s time to call his bluff and invite this ‘prince’ to join us in celebration. Imagine my surprise when an RSVP turns up on royal letterhead, declaring Prince Luis himself will be in attendance with his royal guard. They even want me to provide a map of the venue to his security consultant post-haste.
This is either real, or my brother has really outdone himself with this story...
But then I google Prince Luis and discover he’s the bad-boy of Spanish royalty. Something about that smile of his has my body reacting in ways I’ve never felt before. Do Spanish princes enjoy big beautiful American women?


Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a rowdy prince who wants nothing more than to claim some royal curves as his own.
07
A BBW Romance

It’s been years since I’ve had a vacation. So when I win a radio competition to visit some tiny European country I’ve never heard of, I jump at the chance and drag my best friend along for the ride.
When we arrive, it’s like stepping back in time. There’s cobblestones in the roads and even a castle on the hill. The locals say the royal family who live in that castle are all crotchety curmudgeons who are completely out of touch with their people.
Except for the prince.
By all accounts, Prince Lucas likes to sneak out and mingle with the people. They say he’s a naughty boy, which makes my friend and I decide to make it our mission to find him. We even enlist an local guy to help us out.
This local is so incredibly handsome that It doesn’t take long before I forget all about the prince and focus on the tall, blond man in front of me who seems to love my curves enough to claim them for his own.
When the royal guard bursts in on us…well…’claiming’ each other, you can probably guess who that ‘local’ guy turns out to be.
Prince Lucas really is a very naughty prince. And I, well, I’m smitten. But my time is this country is almost up.
I don’t know how this is going to work out.


Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a naughty prince who wants nothing more than to claim some royal curves as his own.
08
A BBW Valentine's Romance

Suckers. They’re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry-flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me, angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of money. 
Deciding to be the person who does something about it, I borrow a friend’s ID and infiltrate his firm as an intern. 
I want to find proof of what he did. I want to find a way to make him pay. Instead, I find something I’m not expecting, not in a million years. 
Landon James is all man. And he’s been watching over me.
Why does that make me all warm inside? 
And why do my knees shake when he calls me angel?
One thing is for sure, everything I thought was right is now wrong. Does that mean my feelings are wrong too?

Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a younger curvy girl and the older man who swore to protect her.
09
A BBW royal romance

Go on a singles’ cruise, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
It wasn’t fun. It was cringey and awful.
The moment the sour breath from my ‘perfect match’ touched my nose, I longed to go home.
I spent most of my days in hiding—not an easy thing to do on a cruise ship, let me tell you.
But when we dock on an island in the French Riviera, I get the chance to purposefully lose my tour mates and enjoy exploring the island in solitude.
As luck would have it, all is not lost in my search for a soulmate. I happen upon the private beach of a delicious-looking man who is infatuated with my curves on sight.
It’s a misunderstanding that gets me inside his house. But it’s a real connection that gets me into his bed.
Then I find out who he is—a prince. A prince who thinks I was paid for by his valet.
This is not the happy ever after I was hoping for…

Please Note: this quick read contains insta-love, over-the-top declarations and, molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a cheeky prince who wants nothing more than to claim her curves in the name of his kingdom.