Dangerous Curves Ahead: A Perfect Fit Novel


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It all started with Kristan Higgins who led me to CTRWA. And CTRWA introduced me to Jen Moncuse who founded the 7 Scribes. It was the 7 Scribes who brought me to Casey Wyatt whose unyielding support and encouragement helped make this book possible. And to my Mom and Dad, just because I love them.



Title Page

Copyright Notice


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31



More praise for Sugar Jamison’s
Dangerous Curves Ahead

About the Author



Chapter One

Big Fat Fattie and Other Words for “Fat”













“Ellison? Is that you, honey?”

Not today. Please not today.
Ellis Garret shut her eyes and prayed hard as she stood in line at Hot Lava Java. Really, really hard. Maybe if she appeased the right god, she would be spared the torture that was Mrs. Agatha Toomey.

Jesus? Buddha? Zeus?

“Ellison? Yoo-hoo!”

Are you there, God? It’s me, Ellis. Can’t a girl get a miracle here?


Apparently not.

All she really wanted was a cookie—and not just any cookie, but one of those super-big Black and White Cookies with the yummy icing and the oh-so-soft cake-like bottom. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be eating delicious giant cookies. It was only Tuesday. Cookies—any and all junk food—were off limits today. She was supposed to be good on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and every day that didn’t start with a
or a
Sun. Thou shalt not eat high-calorie snacks on weekdays

“Yes, Mrs. Toomey. It
me,” Ellis said, plastering a smile on her face that she hoped looked genuine. She turned to face the annoyingly slender woman holding a cup of green tea.
Is that you?
Mrs. Toomey asked the question as if she didn’t know.
Well, duh.
Ellis wasn’t one of those girls who were easy to miss.

“I’m a little surprised to see you. What are you doing
?” Mrs. Toomey looked Ellis up and down with her judgmental eyes, seeming to know already why Ellis was there.
Fat girls shouldn’t eat cookies.
“Have you patched things up with Jack yet?”

Ellis had known the woman half her life. Agatha was her mother’s longtime friend, and the owner of a very successful weight-loss clinic. She also happened to be Jack’s aunt.

And she’s an undernourished hag

“I wanted a cookie,” Ellis said, ignoring the woman’s last question. She would run ten miles naked before she talked about her ex with this woman.

“We sell cookies at my clinic. Very healthy cookies, dear,” Mrs. Toomey told her, a disapproving frown on her face. “They are sugar-free, gluten-free, and we don’t use any butter or oil. Only natural sweeteners.”

They must taste like poop.

“I really wanted a Black and White Cookie and you don’t sell those,” Ellis explained, trying hard to mind her manners. “Plus your shop is all the way on the other side of town. I figured it would be better for me to stop in and get one instead of robbing a Girl Scout.”

“Excuse me?”

Ellis shook her head sadly. “I ate fifteen boxes of cookies the last time I robbed a Girl Scout. And then I gained three pounds. And then I got arrested and then they forced me to do all that community service and let me tell you, my big ass does not look good in neon orange.”

Mrs. Toomey stared at her horrified.

A deep male chuckle erupted behind her and Ellis shut her eyes for a moment, choosing to ignore it. Not only had she failed spectacularly at not being rude, but now she had brought attention to herself.

“You have such an original sense of humor, Ellison. I bet that’s why Jack fell for you. Why exactly did you two break up?”

“Weren’t we talking about cookies?” she asked, trying to shift the conversation away from Jack.

“I guess we were. You really should come down to the clinic. We have tons of other healthy goodies all containing a day’s worth of fiber. I’m sure you could use some more fiber in your
” Her eyes traveled to Ellis’s midsection. “It helps with the bloating.”

“I’m sure it does.” Ellis wanted to bite her tongue as she looked down at her relatively flat belly. But she couldn’t. “What a nice offer, Mrs. Toomey but I would get kicked out of my fat girls club if I didn’t eat at least two teaspoons of butter a day. They are super strict about cholesterol intake.”

Another quiet laugh escaped whoever was behind her in line.

“If they kick you out, we’ll let you in,” Mrs. Toomey said firmly. “Come to my place. My staff can design a diet for you and put you on an exercise plan that will have you shedding the weight in no time. Maybe if you slimmed down, Jack would come back to you.”

“I don’t want him back. Thanks, but no thanks.” Ellis tried not to clench her teeth. “What would all the women think who came to my store and read my blog if I lost weight for a man?”

Mrs. Toomey frowned. “That you would inspire them to stop eating cheese puffs and get off the couch and exercise. Don’t you see that by selling them clothes, you are contributing to their obesity? If they don’t fit into normal sizes, they’ll have to get their behinds in the gym and out of the drive-thru.”

Ellis saw red. And like a bull she was ready to charge. She’d opened her shop because she was tired of going into stores that only catered to average women. What about the above average? The tall girls? Or the ones with the big feet? Or long arms? Or the women who couldn’t find anything cute in their size? Or the women who just needed a place to shop without being judged? How dare this pompous, wheatgrass-drinking, gluten-free-eating, horse-faced woman talk about her customers like that? Ellis didn’t cater to fat women, she catered to all women with unique figures. She opened her mouth to let Agatha Toomey know how it really was.

“Hey, lady,” the man behind her said to Mrs. Toomey, preventing Ellis’s speech. “Back off. Weren’t you the one puffing away outside? Don’t you think you should be worried about the state of your lungs instead of what she puts in her mouth?”

“I—” Mrs. Toomey opened and closed her mouth a few times, resembling a suffocating fish. “I have to get back to work. Tell your mother I said hello.”

She turned and was out the door before Ellis could mutter a reply.

“That lady is a bitch,” her defender said.

“I know, and I was all ready to let her have it but you came to my rescue and took all the fun out of it for me.”

“Sorry. You were handling her pretty well.” She heard him laugh. “And just for the record I bet your ass looks good in any color you put it in.”

Did he just talk about her ass?

Oh no he didn’t.

Ellis turned around to face him and BOOM. She felt the earth move and heard bells and saw stars.


The man was absolutely gorgeous. He was tall with short inky black hair and eyes so dark blue, they were cobalt. And his body! He was brawny, just like the paper towel man, thickly built without being overly muscular, and she had to pull her lower lip between her teeth just to stop from shouting out her appreciation. He was Clark Kent and Superman and super hot. He was beautiful, and grinning at her, and she knew him. His name was Mike Edwards, he used to live in her neighborhood, and this hunk of man had dated her older sister.


She also used to have a serious crush on him.

His eyes narrowed, and the smile faded from his perfectly formed mouth. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

He doesn’t remember me.

Ellis wasn’t sure if she should be offended or relieved. She remembered everything about him. He was a cop. His family lived outside of Buffalo. And he tended to get intimate in beds that didn’t belong to him. She chose relieved. She didn’t want him to remember her or the colossal bitch-fit meltdown she’d had the last time they’d occupied the same space.
didn’t even begin to cover it.

Besides, she was a different person now. There was no use revisiting the past.

“Next,” the girl at the counter called, preventing Ellis from answering his question—which was a good thing because she’d lost her ability to speak.

“Two Black and Whites. A large black coffee.” He looked at Ellis for a moment. “And a strawberry lemonade.”

“Did you just order for me?” she asked, finally finding her voice. She had to get out of there. First the lady who ran the diet clinic and now the man who’d inadvertently turned her life upside down. The food gods were definitely punishing her.
Thou shalt not eat Black and Whites.

“Yeah.” He nodded as he paid. “I want you to sit with me. I know I know you from somewhere.”

Run, run as fast as you can …


“But sit with me.” He cut her off as he grabbed their order and her wrist and led the way to a small table in the corner.

She followed him, not knowing why when she easily could have walked away.
Blame it on the BOOM.

*   *   *

Normally, Michael Edwards made it a point not to get involved in other people’s business, but there was something about the funny girl who sat across from him that had made him open his mouth. It wasn’t because she was beautiful, which she was with her dark hair and pouty lips. And it wasn’t because her lush body was created for male fantasies, which it was. He wasn’t sure why he’d told the skinny Mrs. Toomey to stuff it, but he was sure as soon as Ellis turned around that he knew her from somewhere.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She frowned at him, looking almost self-conscious.

He was staring at her. The words
You’re sexy as hell
almost rolled off his tongue. But he held back. It wasn’t her looks that made him unable to pry his eyes from her face but something else. Something almost comfortable that made him want to slide closer and spend all day near her. He shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? He never reacted this way with any woman.

“I know you from somewhere.”

“You do, Mike.” She took a bite of the Black and White Cookie he’d purchased. A crumb escaped, falling on her lip, and he watched as her perfect pink tongue came out to lick it up. “We’ve met before.”

“What?” He was so caught up staring at her mouth that he almost missed what she said.

“Oh, Mike.” She knew his name. A teasing smile played around her lips. “Have you slept with so many females that you’ve forgotten me?”

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