Personal Training Releasing on Wednesday
Blurb: Determined not to end up like his seventy-year-old diabetic father, Holton knows he needs to make a change. His quest to improve his health drives him to the gym, where he meets Marcus, a trainer with the body of a demigod. For three months Holton works hard, watches what he eats, drops a few pounds—and catches Marcus's eye not only for his slimmer body but for his dedication.
Holton can barely believe it when Marcus asks him out, but he isn’t about to say no. Despite several common interests, though, Marcus and Holton have some roadblocks to overcome. A harrowing event from Holton’s past has made him gun-shy, and Marcus has insecurities of his own. If their relationship is going to work, they’ll have to get past their hang-ups and prove that what really matters is the man inside.
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Excerpt:
Dropping his gym bag in the hallway, Holton went right into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for something to eat. Digging through the food, he found an apple and an orange, but that was after shuffling around the tubs of sour cream, pudding cups, and God knew what else. Grabbing the fruit, he closed the door and leaned back against the counter. He had to stop this. Holton had just spent good money to join a gym, and he’d seen that maybe it was possible for him to look better and feel better. Cutting the apple with a knife, he ate a slice before setting the rest on the counter. It was time to make a change.
Rummaging under the sink for a garbage bag, Holton pulled open the refrigerator door and began pitching. The pudding went into the bag, along with leftover pizza and Chinese food, and cans of sugary soda. Closing the door, Holton opened the freezer, sending the ice cream, frozen pizza pockets, and God knew what other crap into the trash. Once he was done there, he opened the pantry cupboard, dumping in potato chips, cheese curls, bars of chocolate, and jars of caramel sauce, as well as more candy than any one person should ever eat. Shutting the pantry door, he closed the bag and carried it outside to the trash can, dropping it inside with a satisfying clang before slamming on the lid.
Returning to the kitchen, Holton washed his hands and picked up another apple slice, breathing heavily as his resolve continued to build. It was time to change his life. He’d joined a gym, he’d thrown out the junk food, and now he had to figure out how to learn to eat properly. Opening the door to his now nearly empty refrigerator, Holton realized that he needed to go grocery shopping. Taking his apple and orange with him, Holton sat at the kitchen table and began to make a grocery list.
