Hungry for Her Curves (BBW Alpha Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romantic Erotica) by Sierra Wolf
Authors: Sierra Wolf
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Chapter 1
I frosted the cupcakes with automatic
precision, my mind glazed over completely as I churned out row after
row of perfect buttercream swirls. What had once been a pleasurable
hobby had betrayed me as my family convinced me to come home and help
save their ailing bakery. Now I would be happy to never see a
perfectly frosted pastry again in my life.
Foggy Hollow had a way of swallowing
people up, and now it had swallowed me. I thought I had escaped for
good, with my comfortable, well-paying office job and a small but
sexy penthouse apartment awaiting my signature on the lease, but a
single phone call had changed all that.
I found myself on a bus to the
backwoods a month later, my earthly possessions packed in several
buttery leather suitcases, my expensive jewelry kept tasteful, and my
pencil skirt pristine and hugging every curve perfectly. My entire
family had been waiting for me at the bus stop. They stared at me as
though I was some alien life form as I stepped off the bus.
“You sure had it good out there,
Vi,” my sister Lily said, casting an envious eye over my
gleaming stiletto heels.
It only took a week for the pencil
skirts and heels to disappear into the recesses of my childhood
bedroom, replaced with practical jeans and t-shirts. The only
concession I made to my old, hard-earned life was that my t-shirts
were made of the silkiest cotton I could find. Some habits die hard.
Despite my sour attitude, my money and
hard work was bringing the bakery back from the brink of death. It
turned out that a lot of the people here remembered me, not to
mention my baking skills, which had gone neglected during my time in
college. Over half the town showed up at the bakery on my first day
working there, just to see what chubby, wild-haired little Violet had
grown up to become.
I finished frosting the cupcakes,
coming back to the present just in time to see Matthew Yates walk in,
looking uncharacteristically subdued. He had been my chief tormentor
as a girl, calling me a cow, a pig, a whale...well, he had always been lacking in the imagination department.
What had been a gangly, freckled boy
had grown up to become a gangly, tanned man, his clothes worn and
faded with hard work. He shuffled up the counter, still looking
shamefaced even though he had apologized for the years of torment
just last week.
“Hey, Violet,” he muttered.
His cowlick bobbed distractingly. I nodded coolly. Apologies didn't
erase years of looking in the mirror and being disgusted with
yourself. Getting over that had taken hard work as well.
“I brought some flowers, just
thought you might want them to brighten the place up a bit,”
Matthew said, his eyes meeting mine for a bare second before sliding
downwards.
I smiled at him. I had once been chubby
and frizzy-haired, but as I grew the pudge became a DD-cup hourglass,
and I had learned the art of taming my curls. It gave me a vindictive
pleasure to see the boys who had made me cry as a girl come crawling
back on their knees to the woman.
“Thank you, Matthew,” I
said, taking the bouquet from him. To his credit, the lilies were
fresh, smelling of clean spring air. “I'll be sure to let Lily
know you brought them.” I smiled sweetly at him and picked up a
cupcake, slowly and sensually running my tongue through the
buttercream frosting. I wanted to laugh out loud at myself at this
display, but it was worth feeling ridiculous to see Matthew swallow
hard and back away, blushing furiously.
I plunked them in a glass jar and
displayed them prominently on the counter. I had discovered after
only a month back in Foggy Hollow that he would not be the last
suitor for the day. Lily and I had a running bet on how many of our
childhood friends and enemies would be back on the daily to flirt
with me, and I turned to the kitchen to call out the current tally to
her, but she wasn't there.
In my cupcake-decorating daze earlier,
I hadn't seen the man sitting in the far corner, nursing a
I frosted the cupcakes with automatic
precision, my mind glazed over completely as I churned out row after
row of perfect buttercream swirls. What had once been a pleasurable
hobby had betrayed me as my family convinced me to come home and help
save their ailing bakery. Now I would be happy to never see a
perfectly frosted pastry again in my life.
Foggy Hollow had a way of swallowing
people up, and now it had swallowed me. I thought I had escaped for
good, with my comfortable, well-paying office job and a small but
sexy penthouse apartment awaiting my signature on the lease, but a
single phone call had changed all that.
I found myself on a bus to the
backwoods a month later, my earthly possessions packed in several
buttery leather suitcases, my expensive jewelry kept tasteful, and my
pencil skirt pristine and hugging every curve perfectly. My entire
family had been waiting for me at the bus stop. They stared at me as
though I was some alien life form as I stepped off the bus.
“You sure had it good out there,
Vi,” my sister Lily said, casting an envious eye over my
gleaming stiletto heels.
It only took a week for the pencil
skirts and heels to disappear into the recesses of my childhood
bedroom, replaced with practical jeans and t-shirts. The only
concession I made to my old, hard-earned life was that my t-shirts
were made of the silkiest cotton I could find. Some habits die hard.
Despite my sour attitude, my money and
hard work was bringing the bakery back from the brink of death. It
turned out that a lot of the people here remembered me, not to
mention my baking skills, which had gone neglected during my time in
college. Over half the town showed up at the bakery on my first day
working there, just to see what chubby, wild-haired little Violet had
grown up to become.
I finished frosting the cupcakes,
coming back to the present just in time to see Matthew Yates walk in,
looking uncharacteristically subdued. He had been my chief tormentor
as a girl, calling me a cow, a pig, a whale...well, he had always been lacking in the imagination department.
What had been a gangly, freckled boy
had grown up to become a gangly, tanned man, his clothes worn and
faded with hard work. He shuffled up the counter, still looking
shamefaced even though he had apologized for the years of torment
just last week.
“Hey, Violet,” he muttered.
His cowlick bobbed distractingly. I nodded coolly. Apologies didn't
erase years of looking in the mirror and being disgusted with
yourself. Getting over that had taken hard work as well.
“I brought some flowers, just
thought you might want them to brighten the place up a bit,”
Matthew said, his eyes meeting mine for a bare second before sliding
downwards.
I smiled at him. I had once been chubby
and frizzy-haired, but as I grew the pudge became a DD-cup hourglass,
and I had learned the art of taming my curls. It gave me a vindictive
pleasure to see the boys who had made me cry as a girl come crawling
back on their knees to the woman.
“Thank you, Matthew,” I
said, taking the bouquet from him. To his credit, the lilies were
fresh, smelling of clean spring air. “I'll be sure to let Lily
know you brought them.” I smiled sweetly at him and picked up a
cupcake, slowly and sensually running my tongue through the
buttercream frosting. I wanted to laugh out loud at myself at this
display, but it was worth feeling ridiculous to see Matthew swallow
hard and back away, blushing furiously.
I plunked them in a glass jar and
displayed them prominently on the counter. I had discovered after
only a month back in Foggy Hollow that he would not be the last
suitor for the day. Lily and I had a running bet on how many of our
childhood friends and enemies would be back on the daily to flirt
with me, and I turned to the kitchen to call out the current tally to
her, but she wasn't there.
In my cupcake-decorating daze earlier,
I hadn't seen the man sitting in the far corner, nursing a
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