Fat & Fine is here! You can finally read about the smart-talking, sassy, sexy Sam Reed! I loved Sam from the first book (Chubby & Charming), but I knew she was going to have to wait for her happily ever after. As soon as I met Brady I was certain he was right for Sam, but unfortunately she wasn’t so sure. It took them a while to figure things out, but in the end I’m pretty sure it all worked out!
Excerpt from Fat & Fine
Heather leaned over to me as Dad started talking. “He’s gorgeous. Where did you find him?”
I smiled, “He already told you, we met at his gym.”
Heather shook her head. “I don’t know what shocks me more… that you’re going to the gym or that you brought home such a hottie. Not saying I ever thought you couldn’t get a guy like him, but damn. He puts Channing Tatum to shame.”
I laughed. Channing Tatum was a god in Heather’s world. Saying Brady was hotter was the highest compliment she could give a man. Of course I agreed with her.
“When he first started talking to me I thought he hated me. He can be really intense. Then these jerks at the gym were nasty to me and Brady kicked them out then comforted me. He told me he’d wanted to kiss me since he first saw me. He’s an amazing kisser.”
Heather raised her eyebrows and glanced over at Brady. “I can totally see that. I bet he’s spectacular in bed, too,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Actually, I wouldn’t know,” I confessed, feeling strange having the conversation with Heather. We’d never been overly close, although we loved each other. I couldn’t recall any time we’d ever talked about sex. Although technically we weren’t then either.
“How do you not know? I’d have jumped him on day one. What are you waiting for?”
I peeked at Brady, but he was still wrapped up in a conversation with my dad. “We’re taking things slow. My last relationship ended pretty bad and Brady’s cautious, too. We decided not to rush into anything and get to know each other first.”
“Wow,” Heather said with arched brows. “If Mom knew that she’d probably like him a bit more. Sorry about her. You know how she is.”
I shrugged. “I’m used to it. She asks me at least once a week when I’m going to get a ‘real’ job. She thinks I just sit around all day and watch TV.”
Heather laughed. “You would think someone who spent their life as a housewife would know how easy it is to be insanely busy without a job and would realize you have all that plus work. I couldn’t survive without my housekeeper.”
“Yeah,” I argued, “but you have kids. If there’s one thing Mom is even more disappointed in me for it’s that I’m 29 and haven’t brought any grandkids into the world yet. You’d think five would be enough.”
Heather nodded. “I know I’m done. I think Brian is, too. It’s up to you and Brady now.”
“Whoa, we’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks. We’re not walking down the aisle yet. We’re not even sleeping together.”
Heather shrugged. “Some people wait. Maybe he’ll want to wait until he’s married. Is he a virgin?”
I narrowed my eyes and thought back over our conversations. He’d never mentioned it either way. “I don’t think so, but I haven’t exactly asked for his list of past lovers. We’re just not there yet. He hasn’t said anything about waiting for marriage. We’re just going slow.”
Heather looked over at Brady again, staring just a little too long. Thankfully the men had turned their conversation to sports so Mark was oblivious to Heather’s longing looks at my boyfriend. Thankfully I found it more entertaining than irritating.
“Would that be a deal-breaker for you? If he wanted to wait?”
My head tipped to the side while I thought about it. I glanced over at Brady and he winked at me then leaned close. His lips brushed my throat then ran up to my ear. He nibbled my ear lobe then whispered, “I’m not a virgin and I’m not waiting for marriage. Just waiting until I can control myself around all your sexiness. Hopefully that’s not a deal-breaker.”
His tongue darted into my ear, making my eyes slip closed. He nipped my ear again then sat back up as though nothing had happened and rejoined the conversation with my dad.
“What was that?” Heather whispered in my other ear.
Brady’s hand squeezed my thigh and I grinned. “He heard everything we said,” I told Heather. “And he said he’s not a virgin and not waiting for marriage.”
Heather’s eyes danced over to Brady’s and her cheeks pinked. “Oh, my God, I feel so high school right now. How embarrassing,” she whispered.
Brady leaned over again, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke. “Tell Heather not to be embarrassed. I’m pretty fucking thrilled to put Channing Tatum to shame and it’s nice to know she’s on our side, not your mom’s.”
I grinned as he spoke and as soon as he moved away Heather yanked my arm over to her side. “What did he say?” she hissed.
I repeated his words and watched my cool, calm, and collected sister turn bright red. After a few seconds we collapsed into a heap of giggles like when we were kids. Mom’s eyes narrowed on us and she demanded to know what was going on. “Nothing!” we chorused then fell against each other giggling again.