Example Social Media Posts:
🍺🔥 A virgin walks into a bar… and straight into the tattooed bartender’s arms.
Flirting disasters, steamy banter, soft cinnamon-roll hero energy? Yes please.
Meet Jane & Nathan in Bartender Beefcake https://lmoone.com/books/bartender-beefcake/
#RomComReads #CurvyGirlRomance #DadBodHero #BookBoyfriendAlert
Example Post #2
What happens when a shy library assistant quotes steamy romance pick-up lines to the bartender she’s been secretly crushing on… and he flirts right back? 👀🔥
Jane has never done this before. Nathan can’t believe she’s real. And Teddington’s favourite pub is about to get hot & husky as two awkward pining disasters finally collide.
If you love:
✨ curvy girl + dad bod
✨ mutual pining
✨ flirty banter
✨ soft but spicy vibes
…you’ll want to grab Bartender Beefcake immediately → https://lmoone.com/books/bartender-beefcake/ 🍺💖
#RomanceBooks #BookTokRomance #BurlyBartender #CurvyGirlReads #SpicyBooks #RomanticComedy
Example Post #3
What if the bartender you’ve been low-key (okay, high-key) crushing on for a month… has been secretly watching you right back?
Bartender Beefcake follows Jane—a self-proclaimed plain Jane and total romance-novel nerd—who finally flirts with Nathan, the burly, tattooed bartender of her dreams.
Except she’s never dated. Never flirted. Never even considered that a man like him might actually notice her.
But he remembers her drink order.
He watches her when he thinks she isn’t looking.
And when she blurts out a line from a steamy romance novel, he fires back with a grin that melts her straight into the floor.
This is a slow-burn, spark-filled, first-time romance where a curvy girl and a dad-bod dreamboat finally take a chance on each other—and discover they’ve both been pining in silence for way too long.
Perfect for readers who love soft cinnamon-roll heroes, awkward flirting gone right, and a LOT of heart. 💖🔥
Read it now: https://lmoone.com/books/bartender-beefcake/
#RomComBooks #FirstTimeRomance #CurvyGirlRomance #DadBodHeroes #BartenderBookBoyfriend #BookishGirls #RomanceReaders #NewRelease
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Blurb:
A virgin walks into a bar… Right into the bartender’s arms.
Every time I sneak a peek at him, he’s already looking back. Or is he?
Nathan is the burly, tattooed bartender to my plain Jane. He couldn’t possibly have noticed me… right? Except he remembers my regular order. And when I lose my mind and start quoting steamy romance novels at him, he doesn’t just play along—he fires back.
Did I really just flirt my way into the arms of the bartender of my dreams? Or am I about to crash and burn like the awkward disaster I am?
I have no idea what happens next… because I’ve literally never done this before.
In this first-time curvy girl / dad bod romance two pining hearts overcome their insecurities and take a chance. Emotions will surge. Sparks will fly. It’s about to hot & husky at Teddington’s most beloved pub!
Trope List:
- Flirty Banter
- Slow Burn Tension
- He falls first
- Curvy Virgin Heroine
- Dad Bod with Soft Alpha Energy
- Hero who can cook
Excerpt:
Jane
Sometimes when I glance over at him, I find that he’s already looking. Or is he? Maybe it was just a coincidence and I’m reading too much into it as usual. But what if…
Nahhh. Big Bartender-BB-as I’ve come to refer to him in my thoughts, is so effortlessly cool; my polar opposite. So well put together. With his perfectly styled beard, fashionably messy haircut, tattoos, and pierced eyebrow. Even the clothes he wears are just a little bit different. It’s mostly just jeans and t-shirts, and the obligatory button down shirt with rolled up sleeves. Swoon.
No matter what the late October weather brings, he’s never wearing anything more than that and he always has his deliciously thick forearms out. Still, everything always just looks right. Like he’s put some thought behind it, and picked out just the right watch or chunky bracelet to go with each outfit. Or maybe it’s because they drape over his substantial frame so seductively, I can’t stop myself from picturing what’s underneath, or wondering how warm his skin would feel beneath my touch.
And it’s not just his look that speaks to me… He’s so worldly and sharp. Can hold a conversation on any topic and sound authoritative and confident. BB is a smooth talker, but not a bullshitter. I could listen to him from afar all night.
Meanwhile, I’m just… me. A bit boring, a lot bookish, but only when it comes to genre fiction. They might call me the Romance Queen back at Teddington Public Library where I work, with a near perfect track record of being able to recall book titles based on just a few key plot details, but none of that matters in the real world. None of that would ever impress him; he probably thinks romance novels are childish… But they’re my way to escape reality and experience the passion I crave every time I lay eyes on him.
My reading preferences haven’t translated into real life love anyway… Not even once.
No, if we ever spoke, he’d lose interest quite quickly. Like how I’ve seen him shut down other people once he realized they weren’t worth his time.
He’s educated and well read. Knows about business and the economy and tech. And I can’t even figure out half of the features on the phone I’ve had for two years. Even if he looks at me every so often, he’d stop as soon as he knew how inept I am at basically everything other than my job. More so once he finds out how hopelessly infatuated I am with him. Desperation is a bad look 100% of the time.
I’ve spent too many long nights in this pub. Ever since I ended up here with Vicky from work and a few of her friends, I haven’t been able to stay away. I don’t even order any alcohol, just a Virgin Mojito or something similar, even when I’d much rather have a hot chocolate. Unfortunately pubs don’t serve those.
And I try to time my orders in such a way that he’s busy with other customers, like right now. That way I don’t have to face the inevitable disappointment of losing this dream. This fantasy.
Of everything that could have been, if only I wasn’t myself, and he wasn’t so ridiculously out of my league…