Release Day for My Kind of Girl by Candace Shaw

Guess what!? My Kind of Girl, the 5th book in the Arrington Family Series is now available! This is a bittersweet moment for me because its the last book in the Arrington Family Series as far as the siblings. I had fun writing about them and their soulmates. I hope you enjoyed their stories as well. I have another series I’m in the process of researching. I’ll tell you more about it later. However, there are hints as always in my books so I’m sure you’ll figure it out. I won’t ramble any longer. Below is chapter one of My Kind of Girl and the buy links where its available thus far. The book is currently on sale for $2.99 until Monday, January 5th. Afterwards, it goes to its regular price of $3.99.

Happy reading!

Candace

My Kind of Girl Bookcover FinalDr. Sean Arrington loves his family, patients, and the ladies. With no interest in settling down with one woman, he dates women—who like him—just want to have fun with no commitment and no strings attached—unless they like being tied up. Literally. However, when he lands his eyes on the cute-dimpled, quirky botanist Traci Reed, something tugs at his heart and he figures rules can be broken.

Traci has been infatuated with the rivetingly handsome bad boy since his mother showed her Sean’s picture a few years ago. When he asks her to design the gardens in his backyard, Traci can’t refuse. After they share a heated first kiss, she can’t believe Sean actually has feelings for her. She’s drawn to his smooth charisma and intellect; however, she’s cautious for she knows he prefers his bachelor lifestyle. Can Sean prove to Traci she’s his kind of girl after all?

Chapter One

Dr. Sean Arrington groaned as his cell phone on the nightstand blared through the bedroom. Turning over in its direction, he opened his eyes slightly and smiled at the pretty young thang next to him who has cuddled under his arm. He couldn’t remember her name offhand, but he did remember the wild time they’d had the night before. Something like Amy or Amber. Maybe it was Amanda. He decided to use a universal word of endearment.

“Babe?” he asked in a groggy tone, wiping the sleep from his eyes as the phone ceased to ring.

“Yes?” two female voices answered cheerfully.

The other voice reminded him that they weren’t alone, and a wicked grin crossed his face. He looked to his other side and discovered Amy or Amber’s friend laid with her double D’s pressed into his bare back as her big, shiny doe eyes rested on him. She was another PYT—he also couldn’t remember her name at the moment—whose long, sexy legs were wrapped over his naked right thigh. The three of them had an erotic time last night, mostly the ladies as he sat back and watched. He’d met them at an after party for a local rapper’s concert that he’d counseled. Going home with two models hadn’t been on the agenda for the evening, but they’d flirted with him and each other all night.

“Can one of you beautiful ladies hand me my phone?”

The one closest to it slid the phone off of the nightstand and placed it in his palm.

He glanced at the name of the missed call. Mother. It was seven o’clock on a Saturday morning. She rarely called him that early on the weekend, for she knew he slept in to nine o’clock on the mornings he was able to, and a concernment formed in his head.

Sean pushed the comforter back—as bras and panties fell to the floor—and crawled up the middle of the bed. “Ladies, I need to take this in the other room.”

Plopping on the leather couch in the girls’ living area, he called his mother back. Sean hoped everything was okay as his heartbeat raced, and he ran his hand over his black wavy hair.

“Hello, my dear,” she said in a voice that was way too chipper this early in the morning, which eased his mind of something being wrong. It also informed him she’d had her morning coffee. “I just need a favor from my other favorite son.”

“You only have two sons.”

“And you’re both my favorites,” Dr. Darla Chase-Arrington explained in a pleasant tone. “Now, you know your dad is in Nashville at Meharry this weekend for a medical conference. He drove his car and my Lexus won’t start.”

Relief washed over him. “Oh … I can call someone to pick it up for you.”

“No need. I did that, but the only other car is your dad’s Corvette, and you know I can’t drive a stick shift. My orchid class starts at nine at the Botanical Gardens.”

“I can take you,” he said matter-of-factly. His mother and three sisters, as well as his sister-in-law, were the only women in his life that came first.

“Thank you. I’d hate to miss it.”

Stepping over a lace black bra and a purple, slinky dress, he headed toward the kitchen as the rumblings in his stomach reminded him it was time to eat. “Mother, you have five children who all love and adore you. You aren’t missing that class. We know you love your gardening. I’ll see you around quarter after eight.”

“Perfect. We’ll see you then.”

He opened the refrigerator and wrinkled his brow when he saw green juice in a container, a few pieces of fruit, and a box of organic cereal. He preferred eating healthy as well, but he was in the mood for bacon and eggs.

“Who is we?” Oh great. Some of her garden club friends. The last time he drove them all somewhere his car smelled like menthol ointment and Chanel Number Five for almost a week.

“Me and four orchids. It’s the beginning of spring, so it is time to repot them. Don’t worry, I have newspaper.”

“They can ride, too,” he said, heading back to the bedroom to grab his clothes and skedaddle. He needed to go home first to shower and change vehicles. “See you in a few.”

After saying his good-bye, he slid on his boxers and jeans, which he’d found in the hallway, and jetted back to the bedroom.

The taller one with a long, jet black weave walked toward him and handed him his shirt.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. Just gotta go.”

“We were hoping to cook you breakfast and maybe take a shower together,” she purred, running her hand down his smooth, dark-chocolate muscled stomach. “Relive last night.”

Sean flashed a smile as she buttoned up his shirt. “As tempting as that sounds, gotta run an errand with my mother, but maybe I’ll see you ladies later tonight at your fashion show.”

“We hope so,” they sang in unison.

Sean swiped his keys from the nightstand and headed toward the door with both naked women on his heel. Quickly bidding them good-bye, he strolled to his black Porsche 911.

A few minutes after eight, Sean pulled into the circular driveway of his parents’ estate in Germantown, a suburb outside of Memphis. His mother’s orchids and old newspapers sat on the top step of the wraparound porch and the front door was wide open. She emerged wearing a pleasant smile that matched his and his baby sister, Bria’s. Sean stepped out of his Porsche Cayenne SUV and opened the back door for the plants.

“I’ll grab them,” he said, running up the steps when his mother bent down to pick up the newspaper. “You just lock up and get settled.”

Darla patted his face. “You’re always such a chivalrous young man. You’re going to be a wonderful husband someday. Just like your father.”

Sean chuckled for the thought of that was just a mere fantasy.

“Yeah, maybe one day.” He shrugged, grabbing the newspapers to spread out on the floor of the backseat. Unlike all of his siblings who were married and starting families, he’d rather enjoy his bachelor lifestyle. The women he dated weren’t the settling down type either, which was perfect for him. Instead, he placed his focus on family, his patients, and community projects that included his concern for military veterans. Being a psychiatrist with his family’s medical practice, Arrington Family Specialists, he was able to provide assistance to veterans who were suffering from Post Traumatic Stress.

At age thirty-six, Sean still hadn’t found the one for him. At one point in his late twenties, he thought he had and gave up his playboy ways for her. However, when she continued pressuring him into marriage sooner than he wanted, it only pushed him away. Afterwards, he stayed clear of women who were eager to walk down the aisle. Instead, Sean preferred women who–like him—just wanted to have fun and hang out. Majority of them were in the modeling or entertainment industry, therefore they were out of town often and weren’t looking for a real relationship. If she was available fine. If not, that was fine, too. He didn’t want to become attached, and if he had the slightest inkling that they wanted anything more, he moved on to someone else.

“What time do I need to pick you up?” Sean asked, steering his SUV into the parking lot of the building that housed the workshop classrooms at the Memphis Botanical Gardens.

“Well, the class is only an hour and a half. Why don’t you stay?”

He got out and dashed around to open his mother’s door. “Nah … I’ll help you carry the orchids in. I’ll just go hang out at the Starbucks up the road.”

Once he had the plants settled on the work table, his eyes perused the room. Most of the women were in their early fifties to late sixties. However, there was one young lady standing in the front chatting with Mrs. Carson, a friend of his mother’s. He let his eyes inspect the younger woman. She was short, probably around five foot two. Her shape and stature reminded him of Chilli from the singing group TLC, and he’d always found her sexy. However, he preferred tall women with long legs for days to wrap around his waist or shoulders. At six foot three, he favored women closer to his height … but there were exceptions to every rule. The way her khaki Bermuda shorts hugged her hips and cute, rounded butt, would definitely make him change his mind. Her golden-brown, smooth body could mesh ideally next to his hard, chocolate one, and he had to shake his mind free of that as his manhood stirred at the thought.

Instead, Sean let his eyes continue to wander over her. The turquoise botanical garden shirt did nothing to hide the bountiful breasts underneath, and they jiggled when she laughed. An infectious one that was sincere and hearty. One he wouldn’t mind hearing again, except the next time he wanted to give her the reason to. He loved a woman that didn’t mind laughing out loud. It was the perfect way to relieve stress, and he always encouraged his patients to laugh more. Her hair was pulled back into a bouncy, curly ponytail. He had the urge to reach over, drag off the scrunchie, and glide his fingers through her dark brown tresses.

Remembering where he was, he slid into the seat next to his mother and leaned over to her ear so no one could hear him. “Who’s the girl with the cute …” Sean stumbled on his words, stopping abruptly. He definitely couldn’t say butt in front of his mother. Suddenly, the vision of loveliness rotated in his direction. He cleared his throat. She was adorable. “Cute dimples?”

“That’s Traci Reed. She’s the instructor for the class and a botanist here at the gardens.”

“Oh … that’s Dr. Reed? When you talk about her I always picture an older lady with a grey-streaked bun and glasses peering down over her nose.” Not an endearing, young woman that had piqued his interest to the point of staying in the class after all. Perhaps repotting orchids could be fun. Leaning back in the seat, he placed his shades and cell phone on the table.

Darla smiled. “Staying?” she asked, waving to Traci who was on her way over.

“Sure. I mean … it’s only an hour and a half. No point in leaving and possibly getting stuck in traffic or something. Then you’d be stranded here by yourself waiting for me.”

“Of course, son,” Darla replied, standing as Traci approached and gave her a warm hug. “Hello, dear.”

Sean inhaled a pleasant, light rose scent when Traci turned into his direction, running her fingers along one of the flower pots as if she was trying not to make eye contact with him.

Was she checking me out on the sly?

“Traci, this is my son, Sean. He’s going to join us today,” Darla introduced, before walking toward Mrs. Carson in the front of the room.

Traci placed her cocoa eyes on his face as her dimples emerged. “Welcome, Sean. So glad you’re going to participate. Are you into gardening like your mother?”

“Nope, I’m not much of a gardener, but my mom has four orchids to repot so I figured I’d stay and help.”

“Awesome,” Traci said, flashing a sincere smile that lit up the room and warmed his heart. “Let me know if you need any assistance. We’re going to begin in a few minutes. Grab an apron and some gardening gloves from the bin in the back. Things may get a little dirty.”

He caught a gleam in her eyes as he stood and stepped into her personal space, noting a slight change in her breathing. He lowered his voice so the ladies nearby wouldn’t overhear.

“Nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.”

*****

Traci rushed into her office, closed the door, and leaned on it for support as she exhaled a long sigh of relief. She didn’t know how she’d made it through the orchid repotting workshop without completely stumbling over her words. However, she remained cool and composed on the outside while she was flustered and overwhelmed on the inside. Dr. Sean Arrington—in all of his jaw-dropping, dark-chocolate gorgeousness—had sat in the back of her workshop repotting an orchid while she could barely concentrate.

Traci had known Dr. Darla Arrington for almost three years since she’d became her primary care physician before retiring last year. Upon learning Traci worked at the Botanical Gardens, Dr. Darla began taking her classes and eventually hired Traci to design the gardens at the Arrington estate. During that time, she’d met the daughters Shelbi, Raven, and Bria, with Raven becoming her gynecologist last year, but she’d never met Sean in person. She’d seen numerous pictures of him at the Arrington estate or on Dr. Darla’s cell phone as she showed off pictures of her beautiful, intelligent children. All doctors, they worked at the family practice that their parents had started with the exception of the youngest, Shelbi, who was currently doing her residency at a local hospital. The parents had retired and the practice was ran by the oldest siblings; the twins, Cannon, a pediatrician, and Raven, an Ob/Gyn. Bria was an allergist who also specialized in holistic medicine.

Then there was Sean. Tall. Suave. Charismatic. His pictures certainly didn’t capture his true essence. He was more appealing and dominating in person than she could’ve ever imagined. With skin smooth as butter and a well-defined, chiseled physique, Traci had the hardest time keeping her voice steady and her eyes away from his delectable face. A face she wanted to run her hand down, followed by her tongue to sample to see if his chocolate skin was indeed mouth-watering sweet. Of course she’d have to stand on her tippy toes or even in a chair to reach Sean’s luscious lips. When he’d smiled at her after she had showed him how to carefully take the orchid from the pot, the heat from his stare nearly melted her to a puddle at his feet.

Traci couldn’t believe her thoughts, but she’d always looked forward to Dr. Darla’s picture show just to see Sean. His mother spoke highly of her children, husband, and grandchildren. Sean seemed to be his mother’s favorite for he was somewhat of a wild card but had the same determination and ambition as his siblings. His mother had described him as the middle child that got away with everything but was always the first one she could depend on no matter what.

Glancing at the clock, Traci knew she needed to head to the lab to finish a project, but instead she slammed into her desk chair and breathed in to calm her nerves. It wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s not like I’m going to ever see him again. He only came because his mom was having car trouble. She’d visited the medical practice over ten times and had never met Sean in person, so the chance of seeing him again was rare.

A light knock at the door interrupted her train of thought which she was grateful. Time to get back to my day and stop focusing on a man that has barely given me a second thought. Besides, she knew his type. Playboy. Love ‘‘em and leave ‘‘em. She’d been there before and was so over it.

“Come in,” she yelled out. She had a few minutes to spare, and more than likely it was her co-worker and best friend since college, Caitlyn Clarke, probably coming to ask who was the fine specimen she had spotted when she’d peeked into the workshop earlier. She’d done a double take and almost spilled her coffee.

Traci reached for the paperwork she needed to go over with Caitlyn.

The door swung open and the knot in Traci’s throat from earlier returned when Sean breezed into her office as if it was a natural task he did every day. His confidence level was off the chart, and he seemed to be comfortable in whatever situation he was placed in. She’d noticed that earlier during the class.

“Hey, Traci.”

“Hi, surprised to see you. Is everything okay?” she managed to say in a professional tone even though the butterflies in her stomach were having a break dance contest.

“Yeah. Mom decided to have lunch with Mrs. Carson. I just had a quick question.”

“Oh sure. What can I do for you?”

A sexy smile inched up his chiseled face and she held back a gulp

“I know you designed the gardens at my parents’ home. I recently bought a new house, but the backyard is … um … well, just green grass. I spend a lot of time outside relaxing on the veranda after a long day of dealing with patients, but I have nothing exquisite to look at. Think maybe you can hook it up like you did for my mother?”

Traci was still in such shock from him standing in her office that she’d barely heard what he’d asked. Nodding her head, she pretended as if she’d comprehended the words. When she replayed them, she was able to answer him.

“Well … I honestly didn’t do it all alone. I have a crew I work with depending upon what you request, and your mother helped. She’s very hands on.”

“Sooooo you want me to be hands on, too?” Sean stepped closer to her desk while resting a smoldering gaze on her face that she knew had to have turned scarlet for her cheeks were burning.

Traci was thankful she was seated so that he wouldn’t notice her squirm, or the crossing and uncrossing of her legs. She was at a sudden loss of words. She couldn’t place whether or not he was spewing sexual innuendos because he was so serious in his tone and expression. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on her part because she’d had a crush on him since Dr. Darla had shown her his picture a few years ago.

“Not necessarily. It just depends on the client and their schedule. Your mother was semi-retired, so it was easy for her. Plus, she loves gardening. I’m convinced if she wasn’t a doctor she’d be a master gardener.”

He nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s my mom’s hobby, but for me I just want something peaceful to gaze at after a long day of work. Can you do that for me? My mom said you have a busy schedule, but I’d love for you to design and landscape my yard.”

She honestly didn’t have time, but for some reason she couldn’t say no to him. Not only that, but she needed the extra money.

“Then I’m your girl.”

Sean raised an eyebrow as his smoldering gaze reappeared, and the words she’d just stated replayed in her brain. Traci could sense a sexual innuendo running rampant in his head that would have her questioning whether or not saying yes was such a great idea. She decided to speak first before whatever was on the tip of his tongue came out and left her even more flustered than she already was.

“When would you like to begin?” she asked, taking out her iPad to look at her schedule.

An arrogant, sexy smile lined his rivetingly handsome face. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

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12 thoughts on “Release Day for My Kind of Girl by Candace Shaw

  1. Well one thing I can say, is that even though I will have the book it’s not going with me to the follow up visit for my husband with his cardiologist. Your books have got me in enough trouble at that office. But I am looking forward do it. But I must say I did enjoy your short story and look forward to reading this one also…:)

  2. I so enjoyed this series. I’m looking forward to the final book. Thank you for wonderful and fun charcters. I always look for new books from you so keep writing.

  3. This book was wonderful. Traci reminded me a lot of me. Except I’m not a hortoculturilist. I also like to write romances novels so reading a good one really energizes me. I can truly say that this book did that for me.

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