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294 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 29, 2016
“Hippy brunettes with body image issues and smudged eyeliner don’t get the luxury of just pick one.”
“Oh, shut up,” Valerie said, rolling her eyes. “Your eyeliner looks fine.”
Yep, that about sums it up. My eyeliner is the only thing that looks decent on me tonight.
He had never been fond of the anorexic, always-on-a-diet type. And he sure the hell didn’t want to sleep with a bag of bones either. Sam appreciated the sensual rounded curves of a feminine body, a girl with some meat on her hips. The soft contours of a woman’s thighs, large shapely breasts, and a gently rounded ass he could grab on to with his hands—that was what he loved about a womanly figure. All the things Leah possessed.
“Did you drag me inside by my ankle or something?”
He gave her a puzzled look. “No. I carried you in.”
“You must be pretty strong then.”
Sam frowned. She was dogging her weight again, and it was starting to piss him off. Some jackass had really given her a very unhealthy image of herself.
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It was Max who liked his women sleek and thin as a rail, not Sam. In fact, most women his buddy dated were one sandwich shy of being hospitalized for malnutrition. Their bones jutted out of their shoulders, and the majority of them shopped in the kids’ clothing department to find something that fit their tiny frames. To Sam, that wasn’t a sexy woman—it was a prepubescent child.
He had never been fond of the anorexic, always-on-a-diet type. And he sure the hell didn’t want to sleep with a bag of bones either. Sam appreciated the sensual rounded curves of a feminine body, a girl with some meat on her hips. The soft contours of a woman’s thighs, large shapely breasts, and a gently rounded ass he could grab on to with his hands—that was what he loved about a womanly figure. All the things Leah possessed.
But somehow she’d misunderstood. Had he known she pictured him at the helm of a boat with a harpoon in his hands, he would’ve gladly corrected the assumption. Leah was not a whale, by any means, and it was almost laughable she would think of herself in that manner.
Leah grinned but didn’t take the comment negatively. There was no mean-spiritedness in the bride’s tone, just a shallow, gum-popping, valley girl vibe. As Leah started to open her mouth to respond, something caught the bride’s attention. She released another girly squeal and ran off to join a group of girls all wearing the same short red dress. Apparently the bridesmaids were more entertaining than Leah. Thinner too.
Gavin stepped closer and smiled at Leah. “Thanks for not telling her that we used to date. It would’ve upset her.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the bride twirling in circles amid her friends. “Nah. Your bride has the personality of a cocker spaniel and the attention span of a goldfish. She would’ve gotten over it in seconds.” Then she gave him a quick wink to show she was teasing.
It was like seeing Gavin again caused all her insecurities to unleash at once, triggering all the conflict and stress behind her low self-esteem. He obviously hadn’t liked her body when they were dating since he’d repeatedly tried to coerce her to lose weight. And when she hadn’t lost the excess pounds, he’d dumped her, only to turn around and marry Miss Anorexia.