COMING FRIDAY Mary E. Thompson Author of: CHUBBY & CHARMING

COMING FRIDAY

Mary E. Thompson

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A charming man could be the icing on one chubby woman’s cupcake. 

Mandy likes her life. She’s happy. She has great friends, a good job, a happy life. She has it all, even if it comes with a few extra pounds. But Mandy doesn’t mind. She knows who she is and she likes cupcakes too much to worry about the weight. 

But a stroke of luck and a phone call to her customer service job brings Xander Carlson into her life. He’s everything she’s not. Attractive, built, and sexy as all hell. And for some reason, he wants to meet Mandy. 

In person. 

In real life. 

Mandy isn’t sure what to make of Xander’s insistence that he wants her, but she drops her guard and lets him in. Juggling her new relationship, a possible promotion, and the coworker from hell, Mandy knows it can’t all end up happily ever after. 

Especially if Xander ends up being the man she feared he was - someone who judges her by her weight. 

OCT. 3RD.

A charming man could be the icing on one chubby woman’s cupcake. 

Mandy likes her life. She’s happy. She has great friends, a good job, a happy life. She has it all, even if it comes with a few extra pounds. But Mandy doesn’t mind. She knows who she is and she likes cupcakes too much to worry about the weight. 

But a stroke of luck, and a phone call to her customer service job, brings Xander Carlson into her life. He’s everything she’s not. Attractive, built, and sexy as all hell. And for some reason he wants to meet Mandy. 

In person. 

In real life. 

Mandy isn’t sure what to make of Xander’s insistence that he wants her, but she drops her guard and lets him in. Juggling her new relationship, a possible promotion, and the coworker from hell, Mandy knows it can’t all end up happily ever after. 

Especially if Xander ends up being the man she feared he was - someone who judges her by her weight. 

“I’ve never liked the winter,” I whined, knowing I sounded like a petulant child. “It’s miserable. I should have done my residency in San Diego.” 

Wyatt laughed. “You’re crazy. I can’t imagine not having four seasons. It’s nice to see things change, the freshness of the spring, the beauty of the summer. I love the crisp fall weather and the bite of cold in the winter. Come on, isn’t this beautiful?” 

I laughed at him. “Not even close. The streets are full of mush. My boots get ruined. My pants end up with white streaks from the salt. The only good part is that these bulky clothes hide my ample supply of curves.” 

He stopped and turned me to face him. His eyes blazed with a look I’d never seen from him before. A look that warmed me from the inside out. My breath froze as quickly as the winter snow fell around us. He stepped closer, cupping my cheek and tilting my chin up. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” 

I shook my head, dislodging his palm. Cold rushed to my skin, chilling me. 

Wyatt moved closer again, his palm on my cheeks, both of them, holding my head still. “You’re alluring, Peyton. You draw me in and make it hard for me to breathe. I know we said we’d be friends, but I’ve never thought of you as a friend.” 

“Why not?” 

He grinned. “Because friends don’t do this.” 

His lips came down on mine, stealing the cold from my lips. A soft kiss, sweet, but not. He teased me, pressing kisses against my lips and his body against mine. We were on the street, in broad daylight, so I knew it wouldn’t go far, but I couldn’t deny that I wished it could. 

Then his lips parted and his tongue brushed against mine. I had no choice but to moan into his mouth, needing more of him. My arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, his warm breath on my face. “Let’s get outta here.” 

I nodded, willing to follow him anywhere.