One plump woman. One pretty boy. Two big dreams.
Riley is a quiet woman. She likes to read, hides behind her books. She doesn’t date much and thinks no one would be interested in the quiet, plump girl with her nose in a book.
Connor was the high school hottie. Riley knew of him, but never knew him. So when he approaches her at her friend’s wedding, she’s baffled that he knows she exists let alone knows her name.
Then he disappears, only to show back up a few days later, right when she needs someone to talk to.
Not someone to kiss though.
When everything Riley’s ever wanted seems almost within her reach she starts to wonder if it’s possible, or if it was just a dream all along.
Excerpt from Plump & Pretty
“What are you doing here?” I blurted before I could think. It certainly wasn’t the friendliest greeting, but I wasn’t feeling overly friendly. He’d danced with me three days ago, bolted after he’d almost kissed me, then showed up at my job after the worst day I’d had in seven years. Friendly wasn’t even within range for me.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night. For leaving like I did.”
I shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest. My black wool and fleece coat was warm, but the wind whipped straight through my jeans. I’d also forgotten a hat so my hair was a mess of brown whips, stinging me with every strike.
Connor looked effortless in his faded jeans and grey wool jacket. Grey gloves covered his hands and dangled a too familiar box.
“Is that from Bite Me!?” I asked when I saw the pink box with the unmistakeable cupcake instructing, or maybe taunting, the customer to do exactly what the name said. I’d never asked Charlie where she came up with the name, but as I stood before Connor, not feeling too warm and fuzzy about his unannounced arrival, I understood the sentiment behind the name.
Connor nodded. “You mentioned she was a friend of yours. I figured if I was going to make it up to you for ditching you at the wedding, I better bring something that’ll make you listen.”
I eyed him curiously, wondering why he cared and wondering what he had in that box. I could tell by the size of it that it held four cupcakes. Charlie made about ten different flavors on any given day so the chances of Connor having selected my favorite was somewhere between slim and none. I pulled my lip between my teeth to stop me from asking what kind he had. My teeth were starting to chatter from the cold, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“I also have coffee in my car. If you want some coffee, and these cupcakes, we can sit in there and talk.”
Talk? With Connor Lee? The rumors in high school were that Connor Lee went for a drive plenty of times, but he was more of a fan of the backseat than sitting up front and talking.
Of course that’d never happen with me. Not only could I not easily fit in a backseat, but Connor Lee wouldn’t want to bury himself between my legs in one.
Or anywhere else.