Friday, May 16, 2014

The Big, Not-So-Small, Curvy Girls Dating Agency by Ava Catori - FREEBIE

The Big, Not-So-Small, Curvy Girls Dating Agency by Ava Catori

Becky Holgate's lost her focus. It’s complicated...she didn’t mean to fall in love with another woman’s guy. How could she be a matchmaker for other people if all she could think about was her own heart? Determined to ignore her growing infatuation, she set her site on building her career. Only Reed Amwell was making it hard to concentrate; every encounter left her breathless.

Reed didn’t mean to fall for the curvy girl, but she was carefree, silly, and fresh. Her soft curves and playful heart had him questioning his current relationship. Could he be with the wrong girl? He needed to figure it out fast, because his wedding day was getting closer by the minute.

With a laugh-out-loud best friend, an insane cat, and a business to run, Becky Holgate didn’t have time for guys like Reed Amwell...until time was running out.


Zaftig, what is that?” Becky crinkled her nose, “It sounds like some free floating made up word.”
You could always go with chubby, chunky, or plump,” Sam added.
Just not fat, okay, because that one makes me cringe!”
Ooh, ooh, I’ve got it, what about burly or the always flattering bovine!”
There was no stopping it, the dam burst as the uncontrolled laughter started. As soon as it faded, it started all over again, and through tear stained eyes, Sam shrieked, “Bovine!”
Becky gasped, “Stop, stop, my sides hurt! Can you imagine? Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t breathe.” Trying to catch her breath, she added, “If I go with bovine, I could use a cow for the logo. Bovine Beauties, it makes you want to rush right out and sign up for a date.”
After the giggles died down, they tossed around more ideas. Becky was stuck on a business name. She had an idea of what she wanted, but still couldn’t put her finger on the right one that would represent her dating agency.
Samantha poured herself another glass of Zinfandel. “Seriously, there’s got to be something better out there. I guess the most comfortable phrase for me is plus size, but when you start to say words like large or big I panic, sucking in my gut, you know?”
Becky sighed. “Yeah, I guess plus isn’t totally insulting. What about lush? It has a nice essence to it.”
Plus, lush, I guess one of those might work.”
Plus, plush, lush, that’s it!” Becky’s eyes went wide, “I think that’s it, what about plush?”
Samantha ran it over her tongue, “Plush,” and paused. “I kind of like it.” Smiling, she held her glass up to Becky in a toast, “I think we have a winner!”
Do you think it’ll work?”
Why not, it’s got a nice ring to it. What was the other part you were thinking of again?”
Daisies; is that too cheesy? Plush Daisies,” she hesitated, waiting for her friend’s judgment.
Eh, I’m a dog groomer, what do I know? But Plush Daisies sounds kind of cute,” Sam sat with the name, and then finally offered Becky a big thumb’s up. “I think that might be it!”
Oh please, you’re a genius with names, Ms. Scrub-a-Dub-Doggies. Yeah, I kind of like it, Plush Daisies. It’s a little different, it’s cute, and combines plus and lush, it sort of has a voluptuous feel to it. I think that’s it,” Becky said clapping her hands. “Finally, I feel like I’ve been struggling with the name forever.”
One bottle of wine, two satisfied women, and Becky Holgate’s business plan was coming together. She knew it was a genius idea, but now she had to convince the bank. Without a loan, she’d be back to square one. Ready to get her business off the ground, this was the last piece of the puzzle. She’d finish the paperwork tomorrow, and finally apply for her business loan.
What do you mean they turned you down? Holy shit, do they think fat women don’t need to date? I swear that’s discrimination, you should fight them,” Samantha shouted into her phone, disgusted that her best friend’s business was crumbling before it started.
Screw them, it’s a great idea. They just don’t think I have enough background experience, and well, I guess it doesn’t really matter now,” she lamented.
Becks, I think it’s a great idea. You should fund it another way. Hell, I’d invest in you if I had any actual money. I’ll be paying off this stupid mobile grooming van until I’m eighty.”
Thanks Sammy, but I’ll figure it out. I’m not ready to give up on Plush Daisies just yet. Maybe I can take out a personal loan or something, or start it out of my house.”
That’s the spirit, don’t give up on it, it’s genius. I’ve got to run; I need to fix up Franken-Fido. His owner tried to clip him herself, and let me tell you it isn’t pretty.”

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