Muffin Top by Avery Flynn Book Review

Updated: Jan 22

Muffin Top

by Avery Flynn

Published by Entangled: Amara

Book #2 in the Hartigan's Series

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…


Steamy Rom-Com Feel Good

Muffin Top by Avery Flynn is the second book in the Hartigan's series, and is centered around the oldest Hartigan sibling, Frankie, a firefighter, and the town's biggest play-boy, and Lucy, successful PR agent, and Gina Luca's (from book 1) sassy, ball-busting best friend. Their story begins when Frankie helps Lucy out with a jerk who decided to tell her she would be leaving with a date if she ordered a salad instead of a burger, by pretending to be her date. A great conversation between the two of them led to Frankie offering to go across the country with her for her week long high school reunion as her fake date (and at the same time, being with a woman who didn't want him would help him stay committed to his new "no sex" pact he made with himself after finding out that he was only known for a good time, and no one wanted to settle down with him).

Avery Flynn does it again, writing a romance that is all kinds of sweet, funny and sexy. Is the story itself overly original? Not really. There are plenty of fake relationship turns to love romances out there. Does that matter? No. It's great! Frankie and Lucy's chemistry and banter make the story entertaining, while still maintaining the emotion that is needed for a romance. Once again, much like the first book, I love that Avery Flynn is writing a romance about a bigger woman and a athletic man, and he finds her sexy just the way she is. Curves, rolls, stretch marks, and all. And it isn't a kink. It's her. He falls hard for her. I can't help but love that.

Frankie is such an enjoyable character. I liked him in book one, when he gave Ford hell and convinced him to get back his woman, but in his story, he really shined. He is literally a giant, protective, sweetheart. As Lucy says, a true romantic. He loves women. Not just their bodies, but the things that make them unique. He let a past misunderstanding define him though, which kept him from truly connecting to someone ... all except Lucy. And Lucy is great too. I'm not going to lie ... I may have connected with her more than I usually connect with a female protagonist. She's a big girl ... I'm a big girl. I liked that she was confident in her body. She just didn't like the comments and looks people gave her. I loved her right till the end. She had a hard time coming to terms that she was literally looking for the other show to drop, and overreacted to the situation. In the end they got it right. The epilogue was all kinds of awesome, and was a nice lead in the the next book.

Muffin Top was a charming, sexy romance, with stand-up characters that were easy to like and relate to. While I prefer a more drawn out romance, I can't deny that it would be easy to learn enough about a person to fall in love after sending 24/7 with them for a week, and put in situations where you need to communicate. And I can't lie, it's nice for once to read a romance that has a pleasantly plump lead finding love, and being seen as sexy.

Top 3 Favorite Moments

1. Frankie pretending to be Lucy's boyfriend to scare off the jerk bugging her about her food choices

2. Movie night!

3. When Frankie is about to shoot the gun at the carnival game, and Lucy licks his earlobe.

4. (bonus) Frankie and Lucy having sex at the lake

5. (bonus) Frankie singing "Summer Lovin" for the decathlon event

6. (bonus) Frankie and Lucy showing each other their fantasy's.

7. (bonus) Frankie applying for the position to be Lucy's man.

8. (bonus) The epilogue

Where to Buy


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Favorite Quotes

Frankie: "And that's why I was banned from Marino's unless accompanied by my brother."

Lucy: "It's clients like you who are the reason why I'm going all spicy tonight."

Frankie: "You have charming, especially handsome clients?"

Assholes. He was related to a bunch of assholes.

Frankie: "I'm on the bench, so no woman is my type."

Ford: "What do you mean?"

Frankie: "I mean that I've benched myself. I'm taking a break from sexual activities."

Finn: "Did you catch something?"

Frankie: "No, I do not have an STI."

Fallon: "Did you fall down and break your boner?"

Frankie flipped his sister off.

Frankie: "You want me to bang Lucy Kavanagh?"

Fallon: "No. I like her."

Frankie: "And you can't like people I fuck?"

Fallon: "If that was the case, then I'd have to not like almost the entire female population of Waterbury."

Finn: "Sexual attraction is what it is. We don't control it. But we, as humans, do tend to separate the world into them and us, which can alter our perspective about who we should even consider as possible sexual partners. The research on physical attraction is actually pretty fascinating."

He looked from Frankie to Fallon to Ford, and they must have each had the same shocked expression, because Finn flipped them off.

Finn: "What? I can read."

Frankie: "There is not way in hell that I'm going to fit in that toy-sized car."

Lucy: "It's bigger on the inside."

Frankie: "Are you kidding me? That is not Tardis."

Lucy: "How often do you usually have sex?"

Frankie: "Few times a week."

Lucy: "And how long has it been?"

Frankie: "A week."

Lucy: "No wonder your forearms are so muscular. It must take a lot of wrist action to make up for all of that."

He almost choked on his pie.

Lucy: "What? I'm dateless, not orgasm-less. There's a reason why sex toys are a fifteen-billion-dollar global industry. The stats say twelve percent of women masturbate with a sex toy at least once a week, but come on, that's gotta be under-reported. Amazon has something like sixty thousand adult items in stock, plus there's places like Babeland and Adam and Eve. And it's not just women. Twenty percent of men say they've used a vibe. Have you used a vibrator?"

He shook his head.

Lucy: "Oh Frankie. You are missing out."

Frankie: "How do you know all this?"

Lucy: "I'm a curious, sex positive, grown-ass woman."

Lucy: "Look, I'll let you in on a secret to survival for someone like me. If you prep yourself for the worst, you won't be disappointed, and if you own the insult before it can be uttered, you can't be hurt."

Lucy: "I am a woman of unbelievable depths."

Frankie: "So how about you? Do you go straight out after sex?"

Lucy: "A lady never tells."

Frankie: "Does that mean I'll have to find out for myself?"

Lucy: "N. O. Remember? You've temporarily renounced sex."

Frankie: "Right. No sex. Goodnight, Lucy."

Gussie was humping the stuffed reindeer a patient had given her dad that the dog had fallen in lust with at first sight.

Lucy: "Dad, do you have to let him do that?"

Tom: "It's better not to interrupt, Lucy. It's a totally natural thing."

Platitudes like that were what she'd grown up hearing, thanks to the fact that her dad was a sex therapist. That didn't change her mind at all. To make it even worse, two things happened right then.

One, Frankie walked out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel he was holding mostly together with one hand.

Two, her dad bobbled his phone, changing the angle so there was no missing Gussie as he ...ahem ... finished.

Both men: What in the hell?"

Lucy slammed the phone to her more than ample chest, glad her cleavage was good for more than storing cash and the occasional tube of chapstick.

Lucy: "Why aren't you dressed?"

Frankie: "Because I just came out of the shower. Why are you watching dog porn?"

Her jaw dropped. What the hell?

Lucy: "It's not dog porn, you sicko. I'm talking to my dad."

Frankie: "And he's watching dog porn?"

Lucy: "No. Gussie is just ... enthusiastic?"

Tom: "And he's got a schedule to stick to. More importantly, why is your so-called only a friend naked in your room, young lady?"

Lucy: "Dad, I'm a grown woman. I've seen plenty of naked guys before. This is not a big deal."

Frankie: "If you excuse me, I'll just take my seriously damaged ego and go get dressed now."

Lucy: "You do know that letting me pay for the repairs your car needed during a road trip I asked you on won't permanently shrivel your dick, right?"

Frankie: "I'm not sure my ego is going to survive this trip."

Lucy: "Your ego is the only thing bigger than you are. It could use a little downsizing."

Tom: "Tom Kavanagh. You must be the fake-but-still-walks-around-my-daughter-naked date."

Lucy: "Dad. He was wearing a towel."

Tom: "You're right, Muffin. My mistake."

Oh yeah, because that's what his Irish ass was about to do - talk about his feelings about sex. Somewhere, one of his ancestors rolled over in his Catholic grave at even the idea of it.

Frankie: "Everything okay?"

Lucy: "No. I need to apologize, and I hate apologizing."

Frankie: "I'm shocked. You seem like the kind of person who just loves saying she was wrong."

Lucy: "You're not going to make this easy, are you?"

Frankie: "No. I'm enjoying it too much."

Lucy: "Dad, I love you. But I think this is a case of when you're a sex therapist you see everything as sexual in nature."

Her dad gave her that look, she knew the one. It meant a seriously awkward and bad dad joke was incoming."

Tim: "Sooo, you're saying I have a sex hammer that makes everything look like a nail."

She squeezed her eyes closed in her best effort to block that mental image and let out a groan. Damn. She really should have seen that one coming.

Lucy: "Oh my God, Dad. Why do you say things like that?"

Tom: "Because no matter how old you get, making you embarrass-laugh is one of my jobs as a dad."

Lucy: "Good to know."

Text message exchange:

Gina: Are you dead?

Lucy: Not yet.

Fallon: IS Frankie dead yet?

Lucy: No.

Tess: How's cutie boy Gussie?

Gina: The dog? Really? That's what you're going with when she's halfway across the country with a hot firefighter????

Tess: He does look so cute in pics.

Fallon: Gross. That firefighter is my brother.

Gina: We'll let you know when it's safe to rejoin the group text, then.

Lucy: Gussie is fine.

Gina: Any news to share or juicy gossip?

Lucy: We just got here last night. Had some car trouble.

Gina: Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

Fallon: Again. My BROTHER.

Tess: Who said it was okay for you to read again? :)

Lucy: So funny. Let's remember who we're talking about.

Gina: Exactly. We're talking about you, ya badass.

Constance: "Oh my God! Muffin Kavanagh, is that you? And look at you in that skirt! I could never wear that retro style like you do."

Frankie: "You are so right, it takes a woman with some luscious curves to do it justice. I'm Frankie Hartigan. You must be the Constance I've heard so much about."

Constance: "All of it good, I hope."

Frankie: "It was something."

Lucy: "We're just here for our welcome packet."

Constance: "Of course, let me get that packet for you. Here we are. Now, there's everything you need in there, such as the reunion picnic time, and some things I'm sure you don't, such as the reunion decathlon challenge."

Frankie: "What's the decathlon challenge?"

Constance: "Oh, it's a bunch of challenges like a scavenger hunt, carnival stuff, and an obstacle course, with the couple who gets the most points being declared the reunion king and queen. My husband and I won it at the five and ten-year reunions. We're favorites for this year, too."

Frankie: "That sounds like fun to me."

Constance: "I'm not supposed to do this because the rules require at least one member of the team to be an Antioch graduate, but I'm sure we could make an exception for you to go it alone."

Frankie turned to Lucy and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch,

Frankie: "Do not make me do this by myself. You kick ass at this stuff."

Before she could call him on that bullshit, Constance - eyes wide with surprise - opened her mouth.

Constance: "Of course she does."

Lucy: "Yeah. I do."

Frankie: "Just imagine how surprised you'll be when we win it."

Constance's smile was anything but friendly.

Constance: "Well, then, good luck to Team Muffin Kavanagh."

Frankie: "I agree, she's very tasty, but that doesn't have a damn thing to do with this. You might want to warn your hubby now not to make space on the trophy case."

Lucy: "There's no trophy."

Frankie: "Good. Bragging rights are even better."

Frankie: "Come on. Play with me."

Lucy: "Have you ever seen me run? It is not a pretty sight."

His gaze zeroed in on her boobs.

Frankie: "Looking forward to it."

Henrietta: "Now tell me again how you got saddled with this Goliath?"

Lucy: "His name is Frankie Hartigan, Mrs. Campher. He's a firefighter back in Waterbury."

Henrietta: "I'm not asking for a resume, I want your meet-cute. Isn't that what they call it in the movies?"

Frankie: "This is a great story. My brother, who unfortunately did not see the light and join the fire department but instead became a cop, met a woman."

Henrietta: "I don't care about your brother. I care about her."

Frankie: "I'm getting to that."

Henrietta: "Does he do everything this slow? I mean, some things are nice at a leisurely pace - walks, jazz, and making love, for instance - but storytelling ain't one of them."

Frankie: "An asshole was hitting on her."

Henrietta: "Go on."

Frankie: "He was telling her she wasn't the hottest thing on the planet just the way she was."

Henrietta: "So. This man was an idiot and an asshole."

Frankie: "I went over to Lucy and said I was sorry I was late for our da