Winning Her Curves by Flora Ferrari

Vincent:

I’m a self-made man and successful casino operator who made his own way in this life. Unlike my mob competitors, I don’t have family to back me up, but I do have a tight knit team and I’m the master of my own domain. I answer to no one, nothing gets me rattled. Until the day she walks in…
She’s f*cking perfect. And she’s in my Casino.
I’d say that’s as good as possession, which is nine tenths of the law. Ten tenths in my books.
Vincent’s law.

Georgia:

I’m only here to save my dad’s ass, to get enough money to pay his mob debt and get the hell outta here. I’m into books, not slots and craps. The casino is plus sized scary and the looks I’m getting from the guy opposite me are enough to make me think I’m in for a whole lot more trouble than I bargained for.
Vincent Chambers to the rescue. He’s probably the hottest guy on the planet, and if I can only get my foot out of my mouth long enough, I might even be able to get him to help save my dad’s ass. But something tells me he has both his smoldering eyes on my own curvaceous behind.
He wants to make me his, to feed, seed then breed me. If I can just get past the ‘girl like me’ complex, I think I might have just found the man of my dreams. But is it really that easy? Does love at first sight really exist regardless of age and size differences?
I’m prepared to die finding out.