Cover

Title Page

Dedication

To my aunt Annie Ruth,
thank you for all the love and support.

It means a lot!

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Author’s Note

Dear Readers,

Thank you so much for picking up a copy of Out of the Blue! Before the story begins, I want to share with you what prompted my interest in writing a novel featuring a plus-size heroine and her oh-so-hot personal trainer.

A few years ago, I was in the same situation as Preslee. I was prediabetic and needed to make some lifestyle changes. So I hired a personal trainer to help me protect my health. Now, keep in mind that I’m a happily married woman, and I assure you that this story is not autobiographical in any other way. But with my personal trainer’s help, I was able to improve my fitness and repair the damage I had done to my health.

That’s why this story matters. That’s why this story is so personal to me. But Preslee’s story is not a weight loss journey. It’s a wellness journey about how Preslee took action to achieve her goals and grew in confidence along the way. And since I’m a romance author, the situation was undoubtedly destined to become a love story. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

Chapter One

Preslee Owens sat in her green Honda Accord outside the Body Shop, daring herself to go inside. If her vehicle had needed repairs, she wouldn’t have hesitated to stroll through the doors and ask someone for help. But since it was her plus-size figure that needed the overhaul, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about doing so.

After all, it was like a bad joke. Preslee Owens walks into a gym…

Only she also happened to be the punch line.

At twenty-eight, she had never once set foot inside a gym before. She realized how ridiculous that sounded since most people had probably played sports at some point in their life or, at the very least, taken a physical education class during their school years.

But not Preslee. She’d been homeschooled all of her life and had never had any interest in sports. Not only because she was clumsy but because most sports took place outdoors and she couldn’t fathom the idea of standing out in the Texas heat any longer than necessary. Who in their right mind likes to sweat?

Okay, she guessed some people did. But not her.

The only physical activity she’d participated in on a regular basis as a child consisted of her taking out the trash or washing the dishes. Neither of which had ever gotten her heart rate up high enough to be considered exercise.