Beauty may only be skin deep but desire goes deeper than muscle.

Tina Theriot hates to exercise. It’s messy, smelly and the most uncouth grunting noises always seem to accompany exertion. No thank you. Walking the mall in search of the perfect high heel is the closest she’ll get and that includes frequent breaks to see and be seen in the Galleria coffee shop.

Tina is exactly the sort of woman Dick Manley despises–spoiled, pampered and more concerned with camouflaging her body flaws with expensive designer wear than in perfecting what God gave her. The only thing worse than women like Tina are women who hire him as their personal trainer and expect overnight results in time for their class reunion. He’s spent nearly twenty years battling his childhood pudge the old-fashioned way–through hard work. There are no magic pills or lotions or creams.

When Tina’s son is diagnosed with type two diabetes, the single mother realizes she must set a better example and seeks out Dick’s personal training services. Though he is quite possibly the rudest, most belligerent muscle-head she’s ever met, she’s determined to change for her son’s sake. At least Dick’s got a decent six-pack and a pair of buttocks tight enough to bounce a Jimmy Choo off.

Can Dick see the iron-hearted woman lurking beneath those extra pounds? Can Tina see beyond the hardbody exterior hiding the wounded soul of a bullied boy? And if they can, will that insight lead to contempt or love or just another transaction for both of them? Will Tina lose the weight? Will Dick set aside his fat prejudices? Does Jimmy Choo make a sneaker? Is Dick’s tummy divet and inny or an outie?

An obsession like no other, he won’t stop, he’ll never stop, until he’s consumed her—heart, body and soul.

About four things I was, like, totally sure….I think.

First, Eddie was a zombie (or some sort of moaning, shambling thing that wasn’t very smart and didn’t smell all that great but was still uber cute).

Second, there was a part of him—and I didn’t know how dominant that part was compared to the part that just wanted to hang out—that hungered for my flesh, preferably with a side of fries.

Third, OMG, I didn’t just like him-like him, I loved him!

And fourth, he was totally obsessed with me. How cool is that?

Nom-nom-nom!