I grew-up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on, from my mom’s Harlequin romances, to Nancy Drew, to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript languishing in the attic before deciding to follow the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book.
Excerpt from Fat Girl Begone
Gabe pulls me out of my chair and spins me in front of the mirror. “What do you see?”
I don’t see anything because I automatically closed my eyes when they met the floor-length mirror. Floor-length mirrors are like the devil incarnate and should be avoided at all cost. You can gain ten pounds just by walking past one.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Gabe whispers into my ear. My eyes can’t help but obey his softly whispered command. And now, crap, I’m looking at myself in the mirror. “What do you see?”
“Some fatty. Although the new outfit is nice.” I’m wearing one of the outfits I picked up with the girls on Saturday. The tank top fits snugly over my breasts before flaring out and falling loosely to my mid-thigh. My skintight capris go to mid-calf and are bright pink to match the black checkered tank.
“The clothes are hot. As is the woman wearing them. She’s not some fatty, though. Nope. This woman has curves in all the right places. Tits and ass, babe. That’s what all the men want.”
“Yeah, right.” I turn my head to avoid looking at the mirror any more, but Gabe grabs my jaw and forces my head to turn back.
“I’m not going to deny you could stand to lose some weight. But fifty pounds? No way. There’d be nothing left of you. And if you think this week was hard?” He shakes his head. “To keep that weight off, you’d have to eat even less than you did this week. All the time.”
“But I want to be thin and fit.” I barely stop myself from stomping my foot.
“Oh, we’re going to make you fit all right. But these curves?” He shakes his head. “No way we’re getting rid of these.”
I hold my hand over the bulge of my belly. “But we’ll get rid of this one, right?” I move my hands to my hips. “And this as well.” I circle my breasts with my hand. “And some of this.”
“We’ll work on tightening and firming up all your muscles,” Gabe agrees, and I smile. Finally, we’re on the same page. “We’ll also be working on that negative picture you have of yourself because babe? You’re gorgeous. Let me tell you what I see.” I hold my breath not sure if I want to hear what he thinks but completely seduced by his voice and hold on me. “I see eyes that remind me of melting chocolate that I want to see sparkling up at me after I’ve kissed you breatheless. Out of control hair I want to run my hands through just to see if it’s as soft as it looks. A mouth that makes me think all kinds of kinky thoughts and a neck that I want to kiss and bite.” His voice drops further. “I can’t even tell you what I see when I look at the rest of your body. You’d probably sue me for sexual harassment.”
My limbs go soft at his words. Good thing his arms are wrapped around me. I can’t seem to get my mouth to work in order to respond.
He chuckles and turns me away from the mirror. “You good?” He smiles. “Yeah, you’re good.” He grabs my hand and walks me to the door before opening it. “I’ll see you next week for our session, but I’m sure I’ll see you around the gym before then. Have a good night, babe.”