The only thing about me that’s a size zero may be the filter on my mouth area. I’ve got a big personality, a large rack, and a large number in the scale. And I’m perfectly fine with that.

But when some random man suggests I might not be eating alone if I’d ordered a salad instead of a hamburger I’m shocked silent, which really is a feat, believe me.

That brings us to 1 sexy fireman named Frankie Hartigan. He’s scorching. He’s funny… And he’s just apologized for being past due for our “date” after that glared at the fat-shaming jerk. Next thing I understand, he’s sitting down and ordering himself dinner.

I have no problem telling him I don’t need a pity date…unless obviously it’s to my high school reunion in a few days. Oops where did that last little bit come from? And what do I do now that he’s stated yes?!

Because that is zero make-over tale, and I believe Frankie is using me personally for something. I just have to figure out what…

Each book in the Hartigans series is STANDALONE:

*Butterface

*Muffin Top