Curvy For My Personal Trainer (A Steamy, Sweet Alpha BBW Older Younger Romance)

By Amber Branley

Katelyn:
He's my personal trainer, so I know we shouldn't get involved. We should keep things professional, because otherwise it wouldn't be right...
But gosh, I just can't help myself. He's so handsome, and he's everything I've ever dreamed of in a guy. Tall, muscular, and so kind that I can hardly believe it. He's so sweet to me, and I'm not used to being treated this way.
Pinch me, because I think I'm dreaming... But if I'm not, and if this is real, then I want Mike Watson to be my forever-man...

Mike:
She's my client, so I know we absolutely should keep it professional... But I just can't help myself.
Her curves make me feel so turned on. She doesn't believe me when I tell her that she's perfect, but it's true. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman.
I want to help her to feel confident about her looks. She's absolutely stunning, and she needs to realize that instead of feeling like she's not good enough.
I'm in love with my client, and I just don't know what to do about it.
But I know I'll do what my heart tells me. And it's telling me that she's the one. I'm going to end up spending forever with this girl. I'm going to wind up marrying Katelyn.

Curvy For My Personal Trainer is a steamy and sweet romance with an older, charming alpha male and a curvy virgin woman who can't believe he's interested in her. This is a standalone story and has zero cheating. It includes a happy ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Jan 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224828395

Book preview

Katelyn

I’ve been alone for so long that I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m twenty-two, and at this point, I’m starting to think that my special someone is just a figment of my imagination. I keep hoping I’ll meet the man of my dreams, but with each passing day I’m starting to think that’s just a silly pipe dream.

With my luck, it’ll never happen.

There’s a guy who has been following me in my dreams. When I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, I can see him. In my dreams, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s my dream man. He’s tall – at least six foot two, and he’s super muscular. I’m talking jacked. This guy looks like he spends plenty of time in the gym, and his skin is smooth and tan. He’s got a face that makes my heart flutter, and his smile?

Oh lord, that smile makes me feel weak in the knees. And as I drive down the road right now, I try my best to get it out of my mind. But I can’t. It’s impossible. He’s always there, gazing at me, telling me that one day he’ll meet me in the flesh.

He’s so handsome that I don’t know what to do when I see him in my dreams. He’s always walking towards me, but I’m just standing there giggling like a fool. My heart is always beating so fast in my chest, and just when he almost reaches me, my eyes open and I find myself lying in bed, covered in sweat. It was just a dream, I tell myself, feeling my heart sink into my chest.

It will always just be a dream, won’t it? I feel like I’ll never have any luck. I feel like I’ll be single forever. But one day, as I’m heading down the road, fate turns in my direction – or rather, I turn in its direction.

A car rear-ends me suddenly. I slam on my brakes and put the car in park, staring into the rearview mirror with a dazed feeling in my head. My skin is covered in goose bumps, and my heart is beating rapidly as I try to steady myself. Calm down, I say silently. You can do this. You’re in control.

I open the door and step out and see the guy who bumped into me. He’s holding his arms outstretched with an angry look on his face. Oh my god, seriously? This guy is about to blame me for something that’s obviously his own fault?

He starts to laugh and says in a sarcastic voice, "Really? Like, really?"

What? I say, throwing my arms in the air. You just literally rear-ended my car. And now you’ve got the nerve to blame it on me? What are you, stupid or something?

His eyes widen and he walks towards me. What did you just call me? You want to say that again?

Just then an old truck on big, beefy tires rolls up. It’s not a pristine vehicle by any means. It looks like it’s been through hell and back. It’s not one of those prissy-just-washed fifty thousand dollar trucks with an immaculate paint job – it looks like the tough-guy kind of ride you’d see a real alpha male driving. A guy who’s not afraid to get his