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Evie:

They say small town life is uneventful. I’m not sure who “they” are, but they’ve never seen Van Michaels. He and his friends, all over the top, muscle-bound and mysterious, strut down the street across from my office every day, driving everybody crazy. My boss wants him as a client, and I want him as a lover. But would he ever be interested in a plus-sized girl like me?

Van:

Evie Evans is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. With her nonstop curves and flaming red hair, I can’t keep her out of my thoughts. My mortal enemy is lurking nearby, and I have a secret mission that must succeed, but nothing is going to keep me from making her mine.

LOVING HIS WORKOUT is an instalove short story romance chock full of suspense and steamy heat. If you like strong heroes, curvy heroines, and happily ever afters, you won’t want to miss this fast-paced exciting story.

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