Matched with the Sheikh (BBW, BDSM Erotica Romance)

‘MATCHED WITH THE SHEIKH’ is the latest release from international bestselling author Alex Anders and is for those who love short stories where full-figured women, not only get their gorgeous guys, but are dominated by an alpha male.


When a gorgeous and insanely wealthy Sheikh asks you to find him a date, what does “date” mean? That was the question that Carla Westmoreland asked herself one warm summer night. She knew why others asked for her services. She was the best damn matchmaker around. She didn’t just find dates, she found soul mates, and everyone knew it.

“No. Not a good idea,” she decided. Carla was a full-figured gal and knew a little something about being undervalued by men. That’s why she started her matchmaking business to begin with. “There will be no more men using women,” not under her watch. However, when you’re offered enough money to choke a whale just to meet with the Sheikh and hear him out, you go.

Carla’s meeting ended up being a date, and damn was he good-looking. And G**damn did it feel nice to be treated like a princess. And boy was that man endowed. Carla now knew what a date meant, and the Sheikh wanted a 6 month contract. Carla didn’t know if she could find him a soul mate, but she knew that she could make that match.

A spank-tastic night with a Sheikh is hard to forget, but she lined up her candidates and groomed the prefect girl. “But what if,” she wondered. What if she had found the Sheikh’s soul mate, and the soul mate was her? How does a curvy girl-next-door, convince the most eligible bachelor in the world to choose her? Carla Westmoreland would just have to find out.

*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.

Excerpt:
“The companion we seek must be perfect. She will be retained for six months, and must be willing to sign a contract.”

Carla cleared her throat softly. “Six months… I’m not sure you understand the nature of my services, Mr., ah…” She trailed off awkwardly, realizing he had never given her his name.

“Sands,” he supplied. “We are quite aware of your typical services, Miss Westmoreland. This is a special request.” Carla detected a mild rebuke in his tone, as if she was being chastised for not paying attention.

“Yes, you did say that,” she replied, willing to accept a chiding but unwilling to let him bully her into providing something that seemed wrong. “But, Mr. Sands, I can’t very well ask the women who trust me to help them find a long-term relationship to sign up for a six-month fling.”

“It is not a fling,” Mr. Sands corrected.

“I see,” Carla said, feeling a bit of a thrill. ‘How mysterious and interesting,’ she thought. “You should know that I wouldn’t be of any assistance without meeting your employer myself.”

“That is out of the question,” Mr. Sands replied. “As I explained –”

The sharp trill of the phone in front of him cut off his words. With some uneasy surprise, she realized that although he was hiding it pretty well, his wide-eyed look was one of fear. After a moment he lifted the receiver. He did not speak into it right away, and Carla could hear a masculine voice although she couldn’t make out any of the words.

Mr. Sands listened tensely. “Of course,” he said before carefully lowering the handset. Handing Carla a card, “He will be expecting you at ten. Do not be late.”

“I won’t be,” she assured him. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but her body tingled excitement.