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.

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.

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.

They’re Rowdy, Naughty, Cheeky and Royal. And they’re all together in one boxset Rowdy 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? I hope so... Naughty 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. Cheeky 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 house of a delicious-looking man who’s 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 cousin. This is not the happy ever after I was hoping for… As always, this Megan Wade book comes with her ‘Sugar Promise’. High heat, low drama, guaranteed.