Fat
Girl Begone
By
DE Haggerty
250
pages
Romantic
comedy, Contemporary Romance
Date
Published: May 1, 2017
I’m
a total mess. My boyfriend dumped me – get this –
because
I diet too much. Not because I’m fat, mind you. Of
course,
this spurs me into the diet-fitness-revenge-plan of the
century,
which leads me to the gym and a scorching hot
personal
trainer. I even manage to make some cool new
friends,
including a millionaire if you can believe it. Things are
looking
up! Naturally, that’s the moment my ex decides he
wants
me back, the personal trainer asks me out, and my
millionaire
male buddy decides to throw his hat in the ring.
But
that’s not enough drama. No, not for me. Because I’ve
also
lost my job and decided to start my own business. Just
call
me Ms. Drama.
Warning:
Bad language, bumpy roads, and embarrassing
moments
ahead. But there’s also more than a bit of romance
and
even, if we’re lucky, love. Fingers crossed.
Not
endorsed by or affiliated with any brand of tequila.
Wow!
Simply wow. I loved this story this was one
amazing
story. So artfully crafted and written so
it
had just flowed. This is the first book by
DE
Haggerty I have read but it won’t be the last.
This
is Everly’s story. And she has a problem but
it
is not that she is fat, as she belives. no I think
you
can figure that one out. She needs to believe
in
herself. Hard to do but this is how she did that.
How
she became the new her. And how she has
not
one but three guys after her and one is truly
a
great one. So not to ruin the story I won’t say
which one
but I was rooting for this one from the
beginning.
He is wonderful guy and she is truly
lucky,
but had to go through crap to get there.
Now
before I ruin this for you I will leave off here.
I
hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you
do
like this book, please consider leaving a
review.
The Authors really like it when you do;
they
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“You should totally jump that, chica.”
It’s Monday, and I’ve just survived another Zumba class. I only hit Tara once. Okay, twice, but who’s counting? I’m still trying to catch my breath and stop my heart from jumping out of my ribcage. None of which stops me from panting after my personal trainer. Before I get a chance to respond to her comment or tear my eyes away from Gabe’s epic ass, the rest of the gang joins Tara and me.
“What are you bitches yapping about?” Oh great, Charise didn’t just say that at maximum volume or anything.
“Everly taking her personal trainer for a ride.”
Oh my god. Please tell me no one else heard Tara announce that I’m lusting after Gabe. I hear giggles and murmurs of agreement from the other exercisers exiting the group exercise room. Of course, everyone heard. Charise, Tara, Naomi, and Jessie have one volume – embarrassingly loud.
I ignore them and head to the locker rooms with my head down. Of course, I can’t help but sneak another glance at Gabe. He’s doing squats for God’s sake! I defy any woman – or man for that matter – to not look. I keep my eyes glued to those glutes as I walk in the opposite direction. My foot hits something and before I know it I’m going down.
I end up sprawled on the floor of the gym. I look down at my outfit and sigh in relief. Good. No rolls of fat are showing. Thankfully, I had put a long sweatshirt on over the loose tank I was wearing during class. A hand appears in front of my face.
“Let me help you up, babe.”
I look up to see yet another example of male perfection. Does this gym have a portal to Mount Olympus for the Greek Gods to come and go as they please? Because damn. This is one fine specimen of manhood in front of me.
“Babe?”
His voice startles me out of my perusal of his perfection. I reach out and he grabs my hand to pull me up. Only he doesn’t stop there. He pulls me flush to his body and then leans down to whisper in my ear. “It’s okay, babe. Happens all the time when girls look at me.” And crash. There goes my adulation of the man. I knew there was a reason no one believes in the Greek Gods anymore. Vanity is not attractive.
I pull on my hand until he releases me. “Thanks.”
“You okay, sweetheart?” As if I couldn’t be embarrassed enough, now Gabe’s here.
“I’m fine. Just wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see the former Greek God puff out his chest as if I had paid him a compliment. I can’t help it. My eyes narrow at him, and I attempt to engage my eye lasers. Just like the two gazillion other times I’ve tried to use those lasers, they malfunction.
Gabe ignores the entire episode. “You here to do your exercise class?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I just put on some workout clothes and then ducked my head under the faucet to get my face and hair wet.”
My personal trainer laughs and grabs my shoulder to give it a squeeze. Why is he squeezing my shoulder? “You’re funny, sweetheart.” I wasn’t going for funny but whatever.
Someone shouts ‘Gabe’ from the other side of the gym. I look over to see the blond bimbo he was training staring daggers at me. Gabe squeezes my shoulder again. “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you Wednesday, right?” I nod, and he winks before walking off.
“Looks like I’m not needed here.” I forgot Mr. Vanity was still standing here. I don’t bother responding to his obvious pout. I shake my head and walk to the locker rooms.
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· DE Haggerty·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
I grew-up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on,
from my mom's Harlequin romances, to Nancy Drew, to Little
Women. When I wasn't flipping pages in a library book,
I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one
should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully
been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came
along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although
on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my
rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold
weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went
back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and
joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation
ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal
career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit
my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly
hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer
really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to
Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner
wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript
languishing in the attic before deciding to follow the husband
to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing
a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my
adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague
where I’m currently working on my next book.
I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.
Fat girl Begone! is my eleventh book.
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