Just
My Type
By: Synithia Williams
Releasing June 2nd, 2014
Crimson Romance
Janiyah
Henderson may be an adult, but her dad doesn’t see it that way. Granted, she’s
enjoying her post-college life of little-to-no responsibility, but when her dad
announces at a family meeting that she can’t handle working a “real job”,
there’s only one thing to do: land a desk job and prove him wrong. When her
brother’s best friend, Fredrick Jenkins, needs a new assistant, she knows she’s
the perfect candidate. So what if she’s had a crush on the conservative
accountant since she was nine? She’s the last woman Freddy would fall for.
But
Fredrick is far from impervious to Janiyah’s charms. Though he can’t help but
be attracted to her, he knows Janiyah is more interested in eating his cereal
and teasing him than viewing him as more than the good guy next door. When he
offers her the job, he can’t imagine her giving up her late mornings and
colorful outfits for 8:00 a.m. meetings and pantyhose for too long. But as
Janiyah excels as his employee, he fears he’s in danger of falling hard for a
woman he shouldn’t care for.
Pretty
soon the attraction they’ve tried to ignore boils to the surface. And after
Fredrick shows Janiyah the man behind the numbers, she’s ready to show him that
she’s just the type of woman he needs.
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Excerpt
Janiyah turned in the direction Marlena
indicated, but her guy was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she made eye contact
with a pair of light brown eyes that sent a familiar jolt through her system.
It was the jittery feeling she got—and tried to ignore—whenever it came to
Fredrick Percival Jenkins, aka Freddy. He was her brother Aaron’s best friend,
and he’d spent so much time in her house as a kid he was like a brother.
He’d always been there. Hanging around playing
video games with Aaron. Helping her with her math homework whenever she got
stumped. Helping her go through college applications before graduation. Handing
back her heart, crushed and broken in his hands, when at seventeen, she’d tried
to give it—and her virginity—to him.
She would forever be embarrassed for throwing
herself at Freddy back then. But thankfully, they’d made an unspoken agreement
to never bring it up. Now they shared a close, but strictly platonic,
friendship. They lived across the hall from each other. He teased her about the
men she dated or her choice of colorful outfits, and she gave him grief about
his exciting life of PBS documentaries and button up shirts.
She turned back to Liz. “You all were talking
about Freddy?”
Liz sighed. “Don’t you know about his recent
success?” Liz must have read the WTF look on her face. “You live right across
the hall from him, but know nothing about what he does all day.”
Janiyah shrugged; it didn’t push away the
discomfort that she’d somehow done wrong for not taking more of an interest in
Freddy’s job. He was an accountant, for goodness’ sake. How interesting can it
be looking at numbers all day?
Marlena grinned. “He’s smart, successful, and
fine as hell. In other words, Columbia’s most sought after bachelor.”
Janiyah looked at Freddy then back at the
woman. “Freddy?”
Then it hit her: Desiree was that woman Freddy
broke up with a few months ago.
Freddy strolled over. “Hello, Janiyah, bright
as usual.” His toffee colored gaze slowly roamed over her.
There went that damn feeling she tried to
ignore when he looked at her like that, a stomach flutter followed by a slight
clench. No matter how much her brain understood, her body sometimes forgot that
she and Freddy were incompatible with a capital I. Freddy was as straight laced
as they come, and even she would snort if someone used those words to describe
herself. A complete turn off for a guy like him.
She tried not to care; he wasn’t really her
type. Granted, he was good looking. If she were into conservatively dressed,
light skinned guys, with sophisticated square framed glasses. He was five foot
ten, taller than her, but not exactly towering. He made up for his lack of
height with muscles. And, boy, did Freddy have nice muscles. He lifted weights
routinely, the most exciting thing she thought he did. He also had a dimple in
one cheek going for him. It only made rare appearances if she could coax a full
blown smile out of him, and the canine tooth on his left side was crooked in a
cute kinda way.
She gave him her brightest smile and bumped
his shoulder with hers. “You love my dress, admit it.”
“You look like a stop sign,” he said in his
usual voice that was part lecture and part teasing. In other words, the same
tone her brothers used.
“And like that sign, I stop traffic.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. Dimple
appearance a negative. “That you do.”
Author Info
Synithia
Williams has loved romance novels since reading her first one at the age of 13.
It was only natural that she would begin penning her own romances soon
after. When she isn't writing, this local government gal balances the
needs of her husband and two sons.
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