D.E. Haggerty
Genre: Romantic Comedy,
Contemporary Romance
Published: May 1, 2017
Word count: 70,000
Book Description:
Iâm a total mess. My boyfriend dumped me â get this â because I diet too much. Not because Iâm 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, thatâs 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 thatâs not enough drama. No, not for me. Because Iâve 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 thereâs also more than a bit of romance and even, if weâre lucky, love. Fingers crossed.
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Excerpt:
âYou should totally jump that, chica.â
Itâs Monday, and Iâve just survived another Zumba class. I only hit Tara once. Okay, twice, but whoâs counting? Iâm 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 Gabeâs epic ass, the rest of the gang joins Tara and me.
âWhat are you bitches yapping about?â Oh great, Charise didnât just say that at maximum volume or anything.
âEverly taking her personal trainer for a ride.â
Oh my god. Please tell me no one else heard Tara announce that Iâm 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 â embarrassingly loud.
I ignore them and head to the locker rooms with my head down. Of course, I canât help but sneak another glance at Gabe. Heâs doing squats for Godâs sake! I defy any woman â or man for that matter â 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 Iâm 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.
âLet me help you up, babe.â
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.
âBabe?â
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 doesnât stop there. He pulls me flush to his body and then leans down to whisper in my ear. âItâs okay, babe. Happens all the time when girls look at me.â 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. âThanks.â
âYou okay, sweetheart?â As if I couldnât be embarrassed enough, now Gabeâs here.
âIâm fine. Just wasnât paying attention to where I was walking.â 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 canât help it. My eyes narrow at him, and I attempt to engage my eye lasers. Just like the two gazillion other times Iâve tried to use those lasers, they malfunction.
Gabe ignores the entire episode. âYou here to do your exercise class?â
âNope.â I shake my head. âI just put on some workout clothes and then ducked my head under the faucet to get my face and hair wet.â
My personal trainer laughs and grabs my shoulder to give it a squeeze. Why is he squeezing my shoulder? âYouâre funny, sweetheart.â I wasnât going for funny but whatever.
Someone shouts âGabeâ 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. âSorry, sweetheart, I need to get back to work. Iâll see you Wednesday, right?â I nod, and he winks before walking off.
âLooks like Iâm not needed here.â I forgot Mr. Vanity was still standing here. I donât bother responding to his obvious pout. I shake my head and walk to the locker rooms.
About the Author:
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 wasnât my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a BandB.
Turns out being a BandB owner wasnât 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 adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where Iâm currently working on my next book. I hope Iâll always be working on my next book.
Fat girl Begone! is my eleventh book.
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D.E. Haggerty
5/5/2017 11:14:19 am
Thanks for hosting Everly on your blog today 😊
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