Valentine V Card

By Hope Ford

An Alpha Man, Curvy Woman, Brother's Best Friend, Friends to Lovers, V Card, HEA Romance

Michael
I used to call her Patty Cakes.
She was my best friend's little sister.
And the chubby little girl that followed us everywhere we went.
Things changed, though.
We all grew up.
When she came back from college, she was no longer the little girl I remembered.
Now she's the curvy woman of my dreams.
But no matter how much I want her, nothing can change the fact that she's off limits.

Patty
I've been in love with Michael since I was in pigtails.
When I overhear what he says about me,
I do what I should have done a long time ago.
I make a plan to get rid of the one thing I was saving just for him - my V Card.

But when I finally give up on us, will fate step in and help me get everything I want?

Dear Reader,
Valentine V Card has everything you could want – an alpha man, a curvy woman, a brother's best friend, friends to lovers, V card and HEA. You'll cheer them on, you might cry a little, and you will fall in love in the end.
I hope you have a soul searching, love inducing, earth shattering Valentine's!
XX, Hope

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hope Ford
• Release date: Aug 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223389309

Hope Ford

USA Today Bestselling Author Hope Ford loves writing about curvy women finding love with hot alpha men. Her stories are short, sweet & steamy. To stay up to date on new releases, copy and paste this link to a new window and sign up: www.authorhopeford.com/subscribe For Freebies - copy and paste this link to a new window:https://authorhopeford.com/freebies/

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1

PATTY

Pulling into my brother’s driveway, I take a deep breath. I should be more excited—I mean, I’m excited that I finished my internship. I’m ready to move on with my life and make something of myself. But really, it’s hard to do when you still feel like the little chubby girl in pigtails that followed her brother and his best friend everywhere.

I flip down the visor and slide open the mirror to look at myself. I’m still a heavier girl, but I’m grown up now. I finished college back in the summer, but wanted to finish my internship before moving home and looking for a job. I worked through the holidays and am glad to finally be home and close to my brother. I’m grown up and over my childhood crush. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I look back at my brown eyes in the mirror and it’s obvious that I’m lying to myself. I’ve tried to convince myself over and over that I need to move on, that I at least need to go on a date, but I always talk myself out of it. It’s been a few months since I’ve been home, but I know when I walk into that house, I’m going to fall back to the girl I once was. The one with love shining from her eyes.

I’ve made a fool of myself, time and time again, just wanting Michael to notice me. He may be my brother’s best friend… but he’s my first love—hell, my only love. I’ve never learned how to move on… not from him. I compare every man I meet to him and none of them – not one – has stacked up. That's probably why I’m still a virgin.

The only reason I can walk back into that house is that I know he doesn’t have a clue how I feel. He’s always treated me like a little sister. He’s big and protective and has always been there for me. But that’s it. I’m glad now that I’ve never gotten up the nerve to tell him how I feel. It would make for some awkward holidays, that’s for sure.

I flip the visor back up when I see my brother walking toward my car. He’s all smiles and I can’t stop from smiling back at him. Our parents are on a three-month vacation in Florida. They had me later in life, and with all honesty, Alex pretty much raised me. He’s ten years older than me and has always treated me more like his kid than his sister. He was the one taking me to school, practices, games, making sure I was fed. Yep, I don’t know how I would have made it sometimes without him.

I get out of the car and meet my brother at the front of it. He says, Hey, sis! and picks me up in a big bear hug, squashing me to him. Over his shoulder, I see Michael standing on the porch watching us. He’s more laid back now. Used to be he would have run up to me, hugging me and swinging me around. We would laugh and cut up, just like old times. The last few times I’ve come home, he’s kept his distance from me and well, I don’t like it. I want to