Today I’m excited to have my author friend, Synithia Williams, drop by to share an excerpt from her latest release, Just My Type. We met a few years ago on Facebook and we immediately bonded over our love for maxi dresses, shopping and Cam Newton! Last month, I finally had a chance to meet her in person, and we had a great time! Hope to see you again soon! I’m handing my blog over to you, Synithia!
Thanks, Candace for letting me visit your blog today! The temptation of the brother’s best friend is one of my favorite themes in romance novels. I never was in that situation because I don’t have a brother, but knowing how easily I’d crush on a new guy, I’m pretty sure if I had a brother I would have fallen for his friend. The reason I like these stories is because it’s fun to watch the realization that an unrequited crush is finally happening. To see the guy and/or girl acknowledge the fact that there is something more than friendship between them. Or watch as that old familiarity between the two slowly sizzles and ignites into a love that can’t be denied. I put all three of those elements in Just My Type. Janiayah’s crush on her brother’s friend Fredrick (a.k.a. Freddy) goes unanswered for so long she’s given up any thoughts of them being together and accepted they’d just be friends. While Freddy has watched Janiyah date guys completely opposite of him and doesn’t think they would be compatible. Their road to love takes a few laughs, some tears, and a few times even I wanted to shake them both, but in the end they both accepted the fact that they belonged together. So, if you’re like me and you like friends to lovers, or brother’s best friend stories, then I hope you’ll give Just My Type a try.
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.
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.”