The only thing about me that’s a size zero is the filter on my mouth. I’ve got a big personality, a big rack, and a big number on the scale. And I’m perfectly fine with that.
But when some random guy suggests I might not be eating alone if I’d ordered a salad instead of a hamburger I’m shocked silent, which is a feat, trust me.
That brings us to one sexy fireman named Frankie Hartigan. He’s hot. He’s funny… And he’s just apologized for being late for our “date” then glared at the fat-shaming jerk. Next thing I know, he’s sitting down and ordering himself dinner.
I have no problem telling him I don’t need a pity date…unless of course it’s to my high school reunion next week. Oops where did that last bit come from? And what do I do now that he’s said yes?!
Because this is no make-over story, and I think Frankie is using me for something. I just have to figure out what…
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Nothing good ever happened when the captain asked Frankie Hartigan to come into his cramped office at the back of the firehouse and close the door.
Frankie ran the last few calls through his head. It had to be about the asshole with the Jag. They'd had a warehouse fire down by the docks, and this knucklehead had parked right in front of the hydrant. Really, the guys didn't have a choice but to bust the car's windows and run the line to the hydrant through there. The rich dipshit had pitched a royal fit, right up until Frankie had come over, straightened his entire six-foot-six-inch frame, and asked him if there was a problem. There hadn't been. Shocker.
"Have a seat, Hartigan," the captain said as he sat down behind a desk overloaded with paperwork and manuals and — rumor had it — a computer untouched by human hands.
Frankie looked around. Captain O'Neil's office always needed its own Hoarders episode, but today it looked worse than usual. There was shit everywhere. The two chairs in front of the desk were filled with half-empty boxes, old standard operating procedure manuals were stacked four feet high against the wall, and the coveted firefighters-vs- cops rivalry trophy from last year's charity hockey game had the place of honor on top of the tower. Even if Frankie wanted to sit down, there wasn't a place to do it. So he did what he always did when he got brought in for a good reaming out: he stayed standing.
The older man sat there, staring at Frankie from under two bushy gray eyebrows so fluffy they looked like they were about to take flight. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me before I start, Hartigan?"
Frankie did the walk down memory lane again and came up with only one possibility. He'd been a fucking angel lately. At thirty-three, he really must be mellowing with age. "Is this about the dipshit with the Jag?"
"Oh, you mean the one who plays golf with the mayor? The one who needs two new windows and a fresh detail?" O'Neil gave him a hard, steely glare that lasted for all of thirty seconds. "That little prick got exactly what he deserved, which is what I told the fire commissioner when he called to take a chunk out of my well-endowed ass."
"Well, that's the only thing I can think of." And if it wasn't that, then why in the hell was he in what amounted to the principal's office at Waterbury Firehouse No. 6?
"Good," O'Neil said with an ornery chuckle. "You never know what someone will confess to when you start off that way."
"You're a piece of work, Captain."
"I'm an old relic, but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, even if they are making me archive or dump most of this stuff." He waved a huge bear paw of a hand at the mess.
Frankie looked around. "Yeah, I thought it looked like more than normal."
"Well, you won't be seeing it after today."
That yanked his attention back to the man behind the desk. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Nope." The captain's face lost all signs of humor. "You are."
For the briefest of seconds, Frankie wished he had taken the offer of a chair. Then, the familiar sizzle of the Hartigan obstinate Irish temper sparked to life.
He crossed his arms and glared at the captain. "Are you shit-canning me?"
"Nothing of the sort. It has recently come to my attention, thanks to all of my spring-cleaning efforts, that you haven't taken leave of absence in — I don't even know how long — which is totally against regulations. I can't believe human resources and professional standards haven't ganged up on your oversized Irish ass already about it. The department has gone all-in on the mental wellness aspect of firefighting safety, and that includes taking your required leave to mentally refresh yourself."
Frankie threw up his arms in frustration, wishing like hell that the captain's office was big enough to pace in. Just the idea of mentally refreshing himself was like a fart in a flower shop. "That's a bunch of touchy-feely bullshit."
"Agreed, but you have three weeks built up, and you're taking it all as of now." The captain fished around on his desk for a minute and then pulled out a sheet of paper, handing it over. "And here's the letter from up the food chain ordering you to take three weeks immediately."
Frankie looked down at the sheet of paper like it was a warm, flat beer in August. Like it was a death sentence.
"This sucks." The sheer boredom of sitting on his ass for three weeks was going to kill him. He was already to the point where he took extra shifts just to avoid having too many days off in the month to sit around the house he shared with his twin, Finian, and do the same shit he'd been doing since they got the place a decade ago. It wasn't that he needed the money — although, come on, everyone had too many bills to pay — but the firehouse was his life. The adrenaline. The camaraderie. The going out and saving shit. It's what a guy like him was made for. "What in the hell am I supposed to do for three weeks?"
The captain shrugged. "Get drunk. Get laid. Get a hobby. I don't fucking care. Just get out of my office and don't let me see that freckled mug of yours again for three weeks, Hartigan."
For once in his life, Frankie had no words. His eyebrows met his hairline and stayed there as shock washed through his body. All he could picture was the absolute misery of the next three weeks he'd spend learning origami or underwater basket weaving or some other dumb shit just to keep himself from going nuts.
Yeah, that was not gonna happen.
Marino's wasn't a nasty dive bar or an outlaw biker bar or the kind of bar where, when Frankie walked in, all the seedy patrons stopped what they were doing and started picturing the best way to dispose of his body. Those places would have been more welcoming. Instead, it was a cop bar.
And why would a self-respecting firefighter go into such a place of ill repute? Because his poor, confused baby brother was one of Waterbury's finest, complete with detective shield and annoying habit of always following the rules. Ford did, however, have the night off and a willingness to play wingman as Frankie checked through the captain's proffered to-do list — with "get drunk" being at the top.
"Can you believe this crap?" he asked, taking a drink from his first draft beer. "Three weeks."
Ford was watching the dartboard in the back, since he was up soon, but he glanced away long enough to roll his eyes at Frankie. "If you'd just taken your leave each year like you're supposed to, you wouldn't be in this spot."
Frankie flipped him the bird. "Wait, not only do I have to drink away my sorrows in this place, but you're going to tell me I told you so, too?"
"What else are younger brothers for?"
"I should have called Finn." His fraternal twin, younger by six minutes and forty-two seconds, as their mom reminded them every birthday, would have commiserated properly with Frankie in a real bar.
"Finn is in Vegas because he" — Ford shot him a shit-eating grin that made it look like he was as much of a troublemaker as the rest of the Hartigans — "wait for it." He paused, held up a finger, and took a drink of his beer, soaking the moment for all it was worth. "Took his leave like he was supposed to."
"I swear you were switched at birth," Frankie grumbled. "Somewhere out there is a changeling Hartigan who doesn't get a hard-on for following procedure."
"You already have one brother and four sisters who are like that already. I bring balance to the Force."
It was probably true. There were seven Hartigan siblings — all ruled over by Frank Senior and Katie. Frankie and his twin Finn had followed in their dad's footsteps and become part of Waterbury's bravest. The triplets, Fiona, Ford, and Faith, had chosen different routes, with his sisters going into teaching and Ford crossing over onto the Dark Side by joining the Waterbury Police Department. How a nice girl like Gina could see past that awful fault to actually fall for the guy was beyond Frankie. Fallon came next in the Hartigan order, and she was a ball- busting nurse who put all of the patching up and shit-kicking skills she learned growing up in a rowdy working-class family to keep even the gangbangers in line when they came through her emergency room. Finally, there was the baby, Felicia, the pint-sized Hartigan — well, almost a Carlyle now — who lived across the river with her billionaire fiancÃ© and studied ants. The family joke went that the Hartigans fell into all three categories of Irish: the red Irish, the black Irish, and the so-bull-headed-their-ancestors-got-kicked-off-the-island- for-rebel-activities Irish. And that joke was funny because it was true.
"How about instead of feeling sorry for yourself for having all this paid time off, you do something productive, like figure out what we're going to do for mom and dad's anniversary," Ford said. "We all agreed to pitch in and do something big for them."
The plan had been to send them to Paris for a week, until their dad came home and declared that if their mom forced him to go to one more frou-frou French restaurant to eat snails and force-fed duck livers, he was going to choose to starve to death instead. Yeah. The Hartigans were all known for being a little bit on the loudly dramatic side, with every hill being the hill they'd die on.
"I'd say, with three weeks off, you're the perfect man for the case, Junior," Ford said, using Frankie's most hated of nicknames.
"Yo Hartigan, you're up," someone hollered from the area near the dartboard, saving Frankie from having to smack his brother upside the head on general principle for calling him Junior.
Knowing he'd been saved, Ford raised his beer in salute and strolled off to the back, leaving Frankie in unfriendly territory without a cop guide. Now, it wasn't that the cops and firefighters of Waterbury were sworn enemies, it was just that, well, there was a long-lived and healthy- ish rivalry between them, so they tended to stick to their own kind — except for the annual charity hockey game, during which they happily and enthusiastically beat the ever-loving shit out of each other in between scoring goals.
The bar got a whole lot friendlier when Bobby Marino, who was all of seventy-six if he was a day, gave up the serving duties to Shannon Kominsky. Tall with a body that made a man do a triple take and the kind of warm brown skin that he knew from personal experience was very soft to the touch, she always brightened up the bar at Marino's.
Frankie had known Shannon for years, they'd spent time together naked before, and they had both walked away relaxed and happy. If he played his cards right, tonight could be a repeat performance, complete with orgasms and her post-sex chocolate chip cookies. Some women liked to snuggle after sex. Some liked to talk. Shannon baked.
"Heya, Shannon," he said, giving her the half-lazy, half-cocky grin that had started getting him laid in high school.
And the grin would have worked, if she'd have seen it. Instead, she kept her gaze off of him as she picked up his beer, slid a coaster under it, and set the mug back down. "Not tonight, Frankie."
Damn. That brush off came brutally fast.
"What did I do?"
Now she did look up at him, but it was probably just to give him the are-you-stupid look on her cute face. "It's what you didn't do."
His expression must have been as blank as his brain right then, because she shook her head and her lips curled in a rueful smile.
"Call, Frankie," she said with a chuckle. "You never called."
Fuck. He shifted on his barstool. "I'm sorry, it's been crazy, but I've got some time off. Maybe you and I could — "
"Honey, it's been six months." She held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers, the neon light from the Budweiser sign above the bar catching the diamond ring on her finger. "I'm off the market."
"Damn." This was starting to happen with way too much frequency lately. Why was everyone getting married all of a sudden? "Looks like I'm too late."
"Oh sweetie, you were never in the running." Shannon leaned her forearms on the bar and brought her head close, lowering her voice as if she was about to impart an important secret. "Frankie, you're one of the best lays in Waterbury. All us girls agree."
His ego grew two sizes before the second part of her declaration registered. "You talk about me? All of you together like that?" Comparing notes? Chicks did that? Fuck, did other guys know this little factoid? Because that shit was dangerous.
"It's Waterbury. This neighborhood is like a small town when it comes to gossip," Shannon said. "But here's the deal. You're respectful. You don't promise anything you're not going to deliver. You're fun. You're honestly a good guy, but, honey, you're not the kind of guy who delivers happily ever afters." She gave him a look that walked the line between sympathy and pity. "And once you get to a certain point in your life, all of the fuck-buddy fun loses its luster and you want more, you want a forever kind of thing. You understand what I'm saying?"
Love. That's what she meant. That once-in-a-lifetime, you're-a-lucky- son-of-a-bitch-if-you-find-it thing that everyone thought his parents had, that Felicia had with Hudson, that Gina had with Ford, and that Tyler had with Everly. And for him, it was as likely to happen as him finding a unicorn, because he knew Shannon was right. He'd always known it. He wasn't a delivery driver for Happily Ever Afters R Us, which meant he was as likely to find it as he was to find ...
"A fucking unicorn," he muttered.
Shannon's eyebrows went up in question. "What?"
"Nothing," he said with a sigh because how did you explain a unicorn to a woman who'd just told him he wasn't ever getting one?
Shannon shook her head at him and strutted down to the other end of the bar to take some fresh-out-of-the-academy kid's order. Annoyed with the fact that the zinger she'd delivered hit a little too close to home, Frankie turned around and perused the crowd at Marino's. Going east to west, it pretty much went cop and a badge bunny, several cops and one hot badge bunny, a group of sad-sack cops with no badge bunnies, a shitbird in a suit who looked totally out of place, and one Lucy Kavanagh, who looked like she was about to punch his lights out.
Now, this could get interesting.
Frankie got up off the barstool and strolled on over to provide the zaftig firecracker best friend of Ford's girlfriend some help should she need it.
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If one more person told Lucy that she'd be so pretty if she just lost some weight, she was going to set them on fire.
All she wanted to do was sit in Marino's in peace and enjoy her jalapeño cheeseburger with a side of spicy fries and a Mountain Dew — yeah, that's right, full-calorie Mountain Dew, suck it, Judgey McJudgeyPants — as her own special treat after the week from hell. She'd planned to tell her bestie Gina about it. Her bestie's fiancé was a cop, hence why they were meeting for dinner in a cop bar, but Gina had to cancel at the last minute because of a bride gone bridezilla.
As Harbor City's premiere crisis communications specialists, all of her clients were of the troublesome variety, but damn, getting Ice Knights player Zach Blackburn, the Most Hated Man In Harbor City, out of another bad press article was going to make her gray by thirty. All she wanted tonight was to enjoy a good meal and not worry about anything.
Instead, the concern troll in the shitty suit had invited himself over to let her know that if she'd only ordered a salad, she might actually walk out of the bar with someone instead of a few additional pounds.
"And what business is it of yours what I eat?" She punctuated the question by slathering a fry in Sriracha and popping it in her mouth.
"No need to get defensive there, I'm just trying to help," said the guy — who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself or — wait for it — say hi before launching into his unasked-for monologue about her eating habits. "I mean, come on, no woman comes into a bar alone unless she's desperate for some male company. It's all about showing up and looking decorative."
Now that was just some sexist bullshit right there. Who in the hell ever said that to a guy? Answer: no one.
"Really?" She pushed her steak knife farther away from her plate so she wouldn't be tempted to stab him with it. "You don't think I might just want a Mountain Dew and a burger?"
The guy went on as if she hadn't said a thing. "I'm serious. You have a great face. If you just upped the veggies and eliminated the carbs, high- fat protein, and sugar, you'd be a solid eight instead of a five."
She eyeballed the guy who wouldn't stop flapping his gums about things that had nothing to do with him. He was balding and wore a bad suit that only emphasized his beer belly — and he wanted to give her tips about how to look good? Of course he did.(Continues…)
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I adored this book. Muffin Top was what I think of as a “best friend book.” The type of book that I will most likely pick back up often, and tell everyone I know about. While it was fun and full of the witty dialogue I love, it also had advice and encouragement that I think we can all use once in a while. Frankie and Lucy’s story had that little extra something that will stick with me. That little something that reminds me I’m awesome. That we all are. If you are looking for something sassy, fun, and full of characters you never want to part from, definitely check out this book. The sparks flying between Lucy and Frankie alone are enough of a reason to give it a shot.
Lucy and Frankie have already met through mutual friends. When he rescues her - literally from a jerk who has approached her. Can Lucy control her urges when she finds herself attracted to the hunky firefighter? Frankie has suddenly found himself in a position to get to know the elusive Lucy. The more her learns, the hotter the attraction between them fizzles and pops until an explosion is inevitable. Now to convince her what he feels for her is real. This is a great installment to The Hartigans series. I am finding that each book gets better and better. The family is fun to read about. Each character has their own quirks and personality. It was truly a joy to read each page! I cannot wait for the next book in this incredible series.
I actually read this book a couple of months ago and absolutely loved it. It is another story by Avery Flynn where the main lady character, Lucy, is large in every way - she's a size twenty, with a big, bold personality that's too big for most men to cope with. She is rarely silent but when a stranger has the cheek to suggest she should eat salad instead of a hamburger it is fireman Frankie Hartigan who steps in to pretend to be her boyfriend and shame the jerk. This leads to the Frankie staying to eat a meal with her and then going with her to attend her High School reunion. Travelling to it, seeing her ex-classmates, going into all the challenges, there's so much fun in this story! In contrast, however, there's others who ridicule Lucy because of her size and the school bullies are still around. They need to watch out, though, as Frankie proves to be a protector and a fierce competitor. There are some great revelations about motivations and more as the story progresses, making this a very moving, emotive read and one that I loved escaping into. Whatever your size, this is a funny, heartwarming, endearing read with great characters and lots of love - definitely one of my favourite reads for 2018, as is the earlier book in this series, Butterface! I was lucky enough to win a copy of this book in a lottery organised by the publishers. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
Muffin Top by Avery Flynn is the second book in her heartwarming and real Hartigans series. This is Frankie Hartigan and Lucy Kavanagh's story. Frankie is the oldest of the many Hartigan siblings. A firefighter and a hot hunk of hero. Forced to take some of his allotted time off instead of continually letting it build up to keep himself busy, he has no idea what to do with himself for three entire weeks. When a chance encounter at their local bar drops him into a conversation with his brother's girl's best friend, Lucy - he is amazed at how simple the conversation is. How casual and easy. With no immediate plans to try and bed the girl, and with her take no crap laid-back attitude, he is actually enjoying a conversation with a person of the opposite sex. He would even say they could be friends. Shocker. Lucy is a curvy girl and is has zero problems with her body. When Frankie Hartigan inserts himself into her High School reunion week events back in her home town she doesn't know what happened or why she's allowing hi to go, but there's just something about him. At worst she can ogle him for the week. But what starts out as friends ends up as much more. Between his instinctual chivalry and her take no crap attitude they're a kick-butt team. Lucy has her issues and they get in the way of her realizing what the situation actually is without her perception filtering it into something it's not. Frankie is awesome. Cannot wait for more Hartigan crazy. Up Next, Tomboy. Enjoy!
The author has done it again; a very entertaining story that includes a Big, Beautiful, Woman handling all that life throws a woman of her size. Accepting it, not taking the usual comments, proving that no matter what size of clothes a woman wears, it doesn't automatically mean failure. It also includes, what the book states, a man slut. But he sees no harm in having sex as he leaves them satisfied and is out front that it's just for sex and fun with no entanglements. But one day he's told that he has never felt love and will always be a man slut. With that on his mind, he hears a man talking to a BBW in a very awful manner and goes to her aid by pretending to be her boyfriend. This incident leads to many serious and hilarious situations down the road when they both come to an agreement of "pretend." They both come to the realization that what they think is not always true and must deal with the consequences. I've already given you too much, let me just say this is a terrific story of a strong woman, a story that needs to be told more often. Whether their story leads to love or unhappiness isn't the point, the point is that their story needs to be told. I've been one of those women for the better part of 60 years and have rarely seen a book from the point of view of a not perfect size woman, but one who is smart and not afraid to speak her mind and live her life. Kudos to the author, Avery Flynn, for giving us a wonderful story filled with the pain we fill, but also with the happiness and pleasure that is out there for all of us.
4 1/2 STARS! Feisty, eye-openingly real and laugh out loud funny! With the second book in her The Hartigans spin-off, Avery Flynn brings us another story of a non-societly perfect woman getting her happily ever after. The story line grabbed my attention very quickly, and kept my emotions invested throughout. Great characters, a fun wit and a tackling of a really important subject . Really enjoyed this story! Even after being a plus-size woman all of her life, publicist Lucy Kavanagh still can't believe some of the things people have the audacity to say to her ... take tonight for example. She's quietly minding her own business having dinner at a bar after a horrendous day at work and some jerk comes up to her and tells her she might be able to get a man if she had ordered a salad instead of that burger. What an imbecile! When firefighter Frankie Hartigan sees some guy getting under Lucy's skin at the bar, he steps up to see what he can do to have her back. She's the best friend of his brother's girl and family is family. He gleans the problem quickly and steps in to apologize for being late to their date and puts the jerk in his place. Sharing a dinner with Lucy is fun, and amid their chatter, the fact that she's not going to her high school reunion that's coming up makes it's way into the conversation. It just so happens he has time on his hands that he can't figure out how to fill, so he's taking her to that reunion ... and she's going to have fun no matter what she thinks!
Fire fighter Frankie Hartigan puts his sex life on hold to figure things out but doesn't like spending a lot time by himself. Frankie comes up with the perfect plan involving his friend Lucy, who isn't his type. Publicist Lucy Kavanagh isn't planning on going to her high school reunion to spend a week with all the fat-shaming jerks she went to school with. That is, until handsome manwhore Frankie offers to go as her fake date. Frankie and Lucy are together 24/7 thanks to the long drive to Antioch for the week long high school reunion and get to really know each other. Turns out Lucy is Frankie's type after all but Lucy thinks Frankie's interest in her is a proximity thing. Can Frankie persuade Lucy that he's more than just a temporary good time? Muffin Top is a funny, angsty and steamy book that's a fun read
Ready to read the next in the series!
This was another great read in the series . There is humor, sexy times and a whole lot of heart. Can't wait for the book.
Muffin Top is book number two in the Hartigans series by Avery Flynn. This is Frankie Hartigan and Lucy Kavanagh's story. Frankie and Lucy are so much fun. I loved them. Their banter kept the book exciting along with shenanigans from the Hartigan boys and Lucy's girlfriends. But as much fun as Frankie and Lucy were every once in a while they would show you that they had their own ghosts to overcome. This was a fun, entertaining, and steamy read. FYI, contains mature content. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Muffin top is a fun romantic comedy that also delivers an emotional punch. The connection with the characters, through not only their interactions with each other but their inner monologue, had me riding the wave of emotions right along with them, feeling everything they did, from heartache to happiness. Lucy and Frankie were both wonderful characters, but boy, these two were carrying around all sorts of baggage filled with insecurities and self-doubt. Lucy has always had issues with her self-image. She’s always been the big girl and, even though she has created a very successful life for herself as a crisis PR rep and seems to have put all her insecurities behind her, when faced with heading back home for her high school reunion…well, maybe she’s still got some issues she needs to deal with. She’s definitely a “best offense is a good defense” type of person, and that strategy has served her well as she has built her business and life in Harbor City. Frankie is a bit of a man-whore. The women love him, he doesn’t promise them any more than he’s willing to give, and that has always worked for him…until now. When he offers to take Lucy to her high school reunion he sees the trip as a way for him to get away and reassess his dating life while giving Lucy the support she needs to get through her high school reunion. Spending time with Lucy convinces him of one thing – and that is that he wants Lucy. But Frankie is carrying his own suitcase full of self-doubt which keeps getting in the way of letting Lucy know how he feels. These two…had me so frustrated at times because I couldn’t jump in and give them a good talking to because it was killing me watching Lucy doubt herself and then Frankie not being able to say the right things, which led to more self-doubt from Lucy. And Frankie, knowing his self-doubt was rooted in something that didn’t define who he was – phew, let’s just say these two made it tough! These two could definitely bring the heat, and I just loved all the playful banter between them. As a couple, these two had me smiling and laughing and enjoying every up and down that got them to their happy ever after. Even though most of the book focuses on just Lucy and Frankie, the time spent with Lucy’s group of BFFs and the entire Hartigan clan adds so much to the story. Lucy needs the strength and support of her girls, while Frankie needs the tough love only a close-knit family like the Hartigans can give. This is the second book in The Hartigans series but can be read as a stand-alone. There is a nice balance of romance, humor, and heat that keeps the story moving without feeling rushed. Avery Flynn has a knack for writing dialogue with sass and snark, and she doesn’t disappoint, but what I really loved in this one was the depth of emotion that was also felt along the way. Societal expectations, norms, and pressure are real to all of us, and that realness was written into the pages of this book without going over the top to create stereotypes or characters that were too shallow to relate to. Another great read by Avery Flynn – do yourself a favor and put this on your TBR! I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book I received from the publisher from NetGalley.
Oh how I loved this book, it was fantastic. The characters were great and highly relatable too especially Lucy. The story was amazing, the chemistry between Frankie and Lucy was HOT. The banter between them was great and funny as hell. There was not one thing that I did not like about this book. Honestly it is one of my top reads of the year. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!Can't wait until the next book in the series.
This series from Avery Flynn revolves around woman who are who they are. I love the concept and the characters and how strong and sure they are of themselves! To read a book that is not centered around a size 0, model-type woman is such a welcome change to me, and well, Lucy OWNS it! When Lucy is being “fat-shamed”, firefighter Frankie Hartigan steps in. Although there wasn’t immediate attraction, once he got to know her things started to escalate. Avery Flynn is fabulous at writing Rom-Coms, and she has once again done amazing with Muffin Top!!! Her characters are fantastic and her flow of writing is perfection! This is a funny love story! Loved It!!!
This was an entertaining, well-written contemporary romance. Frankie offers to accompany Lucy on a trip home for her high school reunion. They are attracted to each other, but they both have baggage and assumptions to overcome. I enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more books by this author.
Witty, wonderfully original Romcom Muffin Top the second book in Avery Flynn's The Hartigans series was great fun and the first book I've read by the author. Lucy and Frankie are well developed characters who grow together to become a fun unexpected couple. I loved the adventure they go on as they journey and participate in Lucy's high school reunion. The book can be read as a stand alone though I enjoyed the secondary characters, who added much to the story and look forward to reading all the books in the series. I received an advance reader copy from Netgalley.
I anticipated this book for months and it was worth the wait. As a plus size woman myself, Lucy felt authentic to me. She has her insecurities but she’s also aware of her strengths. I liked that Frankie had his insecurities too. Both characters had depth and that made the story richer. Muffin Top is a very good romantic comedy.
The Hartigans I absolutely love the Hartigan family!! Every single one of them! Thank you Ms. Flynn for creating them! I also want to thank you for writing stories about women who don't meet society's ideals of the "perfect" woman. It makes my heart and soul feel good! As a "Muffin Top" myself it's encouraging to see us fluffy gals get the love and alpha male that they deserve too! This is the story of Frankie and Lucy. And what a fantastic story it is. Lucy is a full figured gal, a fluffy gal, a Muffin Top. I so empathize with her mantra of strike first with the derogatory comments about herself to save herself. She has some baggage she has been carrying since she was a child and has tried to become a better person because if it! She is fierce, she is spicy, and she is honest and not afraid of not sugarcoating the truth to spare feelings. I wish I was more like her in that way! Frankie is a player personified. He thinks he has everything in his life just how he wants it until a former plaything gives him a dose of reality that makes him rethink his view on his world. He too has baggage that has made him the man he is and it can be a blessing and a curse. In addition to the fantastic love brewing between Frankie and Lucy, it's also about family and how they will be there for you for everything. I loved Lucy's dad, and Gussie the dog! Absolutely hysterical and so thought provoking! As always the secondary characters bring so much more to the story and make you want a friends and family just like them. This story is also fabulously funny! It's real, honest and makes me love it even more! Thank you again Ms. Flynn for bringing these characters to life! With their flaws, fabulous sense of humor and realism it makes me crave more!!
I LOVE FRANKIE AND LUCY! There I shouted that so everyone would know I meant it. This book caught my attention from the first paragraph and had me straight through to the epilogue (oh, that epilogue!!!). Lucy is a "take no prisoners" and sassy woman who is probably the only one who could tame the infamous Frankie Hartigan who has worked his way through all the women in town but after some hard truth of one of those women he has decided to take a "break." This book was so good, I laughed my way through it and felt I was living it right along with them. I didn't go to my reunion but now I feel as if I did. I definitely recommend this one! **Received this ARC for review from the publisher via NetGalley**
This is a wonderfully amazing romance that I just fell in love with. Filled with deep emotions, drama, humor and sizzling heat, this book was a delight to read. Lucy and Frankie are both such compelling and complex characters, that also happen to be incredibly realistic. Lucy is smart, funny and successful. She is also a plus size woman with quite the sassy mouth on her. Now I know that that seems cliched and in some ways it is. However, I feel that when you are singled out and ridiculed about something all the time it pretty much can cause you to react in either retreat mode or defense mode and Lucy went with defense mode. Frankie is such a great guy but he also has his own baggage that effects how he acts and the relationships he has. What starts out as something basic and quickly morphs into so much more when the attraction and chemistry just explodes between them. I will say that there is one spot in the book where I think Lucy really let her mouth get the better of her and at Frankie's expense. This rubbed me the wrong way and I can't say that I was very satisfied with how the whole thing was rectified either. Regardless, I thoroughly enjoyed this book and am eagerly awaiting book #3.
It's sweet, funny, and quite a romantic story. Lucy is an insecure woman. Although, she likes to pretend that she is happy in her skin the truth is that there are too many teenage memories that don't let her accept herself. Frankie has his own insecurities. He is the most kind-hearted man in town but he also happens to have a problem... he loves women, all of them. When one of his past conquests tells him that he is most definitely not a forever kind of guy he takes it to heart. He thinks this is the time to change his ways. That's when he decides to take an impromptu trip with Lucy. This way he would be helping her and also figuring out his next move. Lucy on the other hands assumes that the reason Frankie is not worried about spending so much time with her is that he doesn't find her attractive. Nothing can be further from the truth though. Now on Frankie needs to do is make her understand what an amazingly attractive woman she is. The best way to do so is back in her hometown, her house, and her school reunion. Maybe Lucy will finally forget about all the bad times and move on. She is an independent and beautiful woman after all. The more time they spend together the more they realize how much they like each other. Somehow they are a perfect couple. Their personalities compliment and they enjoy each others company. Now only if they could figure out how to remove past baggage they might be able to have a chance at HEA.
Muffin Top is book 2 in the Hartigans Series and it tells Lucy and Frankie's story. Lucy puts out a fierce front but she has a lot to work on the confidence department, Frankie is an easygoing guy that realizes it's time to stop fooling around. I just wished Lucy saw how amazing Frankie was sooner, but the all the banter between those two was so nice! The road trip storyline was really good. I love when the couple is forced to be in a car or in a hotel room by themselves! Fun things tend to happen. Let me tell you one thing that is spot on in this book: Frankie and Lucy are on fire! The sex scenes are scorching hot! Those two are naughty! #FansSelf My only complaint here is that Lucy is not my favorite type of heroine. In the end, everything was fine and they had their happy ending, I just wish she had realized some things sooner. I wanted to see more happy moments between them. Muffin Top is a fun and sexy story with a tall, strong, ginger firefighter. Do I need to say anything else? Just read it and have some sexy fun times with those two!