The Curvy Girl's Pool Boy: Cowboys Love Curvy Girls, #5

By Adriana French

My pool boy is fifteen years younger than me and should be completely off limits, so why can't I stop thinking about him?

Megan

I was the last to know my husband had traded me in for a younger model and was fooling around on me. The new pool we installed out in back didn't give us the fresh start I hoped it would, and now I'm a rudderless, fifty-year-old divorcee.

The only bright spot of my week is watching my hot A.F. pool boy swagger around my yard in his swimming trunks. All broad shoulders, and muscles glistening in the sun, Liam's better than any fantasy I could dream up. And when we talk, he makes me laugh. I swear, his visits give me life.

I guess my feelings don't matter now. Once I sell the house, I'll never see him again.

Liam

For all these months, I've had to hold myself back from interfering between Megan and her lying husband. Time and time again when I'd be working on their pool, I'd overhear him treating Megan like garbage. It made my blood boil.

Now that they've finalized their divorce, it's my turn. This is my chance to treat her like the dynamic, drop dead gorgeous, curvy stunner she is.

Once I finally claim Megan, she'll believe me when I tell her that age is just a number, and nothing will stop me from making her mine forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adriana French
• Release date: Jul 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223774822

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The Curvy Girl's Pool Boy

Reverse age gap, older woman - younger man, curvy girl, insta love romance

Adriana French

The Curvy Girl's Pool Boy Copyright © 2022 by Adriana French.

This book is a work of fiction. You have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored without express permission. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events or locations are purely coincidental.

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Synopsis

1.Chapter 1

2.Chapter 2

3.Chapter 3

4.Chapter 4

5.Chapter 5

6.Chapter 6

7.Chapter 7

Epilogue (Six Months Later)

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Synopsis

My pool boy is fifteen years younger than me and should be completely off limits, so why can't I stop thinking about him?

Megan

I was the last to know my husband had traded me in for a younger model and was fooling around on me. The new pool we installed out in back didn’t give us the fresh start I hoped it would, and now I’m a rudderless, fifty-year-old divorcee.

The only bright spot of my week is watching my hot A.F. pool boy swagger around my yard in his swimming trunks. All broad shoulders, and muscles glistening in the sun, Liam's better than any fantasy I could dream up. And when we talk, he makes me laugh. I swear, his visits give me life.

I guess my feelings don't matter now. Once I sell the house, I’ll never see him again.

Liam

For all these months, I’ve had to hold myself back from interfering between Megan and her lying husband. Time and time again when I’d be working on their pool, I’d overhear him treating Megan like garbage. It made my blood boil.

Now that they’ve finalized their divorce, it’s my turn. This is my chance to treat her like the dynamic, drop dead gorgeous, curvy stunner she is.

Once I finally claim Megan, she’ll believe me when I tell her that age is just a number, and nothing will stop me from making her mine forever.

Chapter one

Megan

My daughter’s cornflower blue eyes narrow to a pinpoint on mine. I stare down at my lap and fiddle with my napkin, hoping to dodge her question, but when I glance up, her laser focus hasn’t moved. I sigh. This was supposed to be a relaxing lunch.

Sophia arches a brow. Are you going to tell me what was happening between you and Liam Walker on the dance floor at Blake's wedding?

I had a feeling she’d give me the third degree about Liam. I’m still not over the way he flirted with me at the reception. Hell, I’ll probably never get over it. I haven’t had a man even acknowledge my presence in years. It seems the older I get, the more I just fade into the woodwork.

Darling. My lips curve into a motherly, knowing smile. What happened was exactly what you saw and nothing more.

My daughter tells me she’s not buying my answer with a smirk and a shake of her