Girl Begone!
D.E.
Haggerty
Haggerty
Genre: Romantic Comedy,
Contemporary Romance
Published: May 1, 2017
Word count: 70,000
Book Description:
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.
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Excerpt:
“You should totally jump that,
chica.”
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.
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.
about?” Oh great, Charise didn’t just say that at maximum volume or anything.
“Everly taking her personal
trainer for a ride.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
releases me. “Thanks.”
“You okay, sweetheart?” As if I
couldn’t be embarrassed enough, now Gabe’s here.
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.
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?”
“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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
About
the Author:
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.
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 BandB.
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 BandB.
Turns out being a BandB 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.
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 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.
stay away from 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.
book.
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