Her Kind of Man. Pamela Yaye
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Название: Her Kind of Man
Автор: Pamela Yaye
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Kimani
isbn: 9781472019462
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Makayla knew she was staring,
but so was he!
Kenyon Blake was standing in front of her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The years had been kind to him. He had transformed from an adorable teen into one fine-looking man. Kenyon was extra tall. Extra dark. And extra handsome. The width of his shoulders suggested he was a man of great strength. His straight nose, sensuously wide mouth and smoldering brown eyes fueled his bad-boy look. His skin was a dark shade of brown, clear and nice. A single diamond stud clung to his right ear, and the chain around his neck held a cross at the end.
“You must be Ms. Stevens,” Kenyon said. “Sorry I’m late, but Terrance’s hockey practice ran long. I’m his—”
“Oh, of course,” she replied. “You’re here for the interview.”
PAMELA YAYE
has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education and has been writing short stories since elementary school. Her love for African-American fiction and literature prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not reading or working on her latest novel, she’s watching basketball (go Pistons!), cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Calgary, Canada, with her husband and daughter. She loves to hear from readers, so visit her at www.Pamelayaye.com.
Her kind of Man
Pamela Yaye
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Dear Reader,
My dad is a news junkie. So is my husband. I try to keep informed of what’s going on in the world, but these days the stories of pain and suffering are just overwhelming. One day last year, my dad called me and I could hear the news blaring in the background (what else is new?). When I asked what he was watching, he told me the story of a seven-year-old girl who was handcuffed and escorted out of her elementary school by police. I was dumbfounded! Once I found my voice, I said, “Could you imagine how much pain that child is in to physically attack someone who only wants what’s best for her?” Out of this tragic, real-life story came the idea of a stern but loving teacher, a cute, rebellious student and one hot, sexy uncle!
I wrote Her Kind of Man while I was six months pregnant. When my son passed away four days after birth, I was reminded of a Bible verse about destiny. No man is promised tomorrow, so while we’re here, we have to make the most of our days. I hope Makayla and Kenyon’s story will inspire you to follow your dreams. It doesn’t matter how difficult it may seem; with love and faith, anything is possible!
Be blessed and walk in your destiny!
Pamela Yaye
This book is dedicated in loving memory to my son,
JUSTICE MOUKALLA YAYE, born on August 14, 2007.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, miss you and
wish that you were here. Your time on earth was brief, just
long enough to say hello, but you made a valuable impression
on us all and your footprint is still on our hearts. Mommy
misses you, Justice. I love you, little one. We all do.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 1
“You’re incompetent!”
“Excuse me?” Makayla Stevens gripped the phone so hard, a sharp pain whizzed up her arm. “I’ve done nothing but help Terrance.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you’re the problem?”
“No, because Terrance is having issues in his other classes, as well. He—”
“Sure, and I’m supposed to believe you.”
“Mrs. Blake, each incident has been clearly documented and—”
Click.
“Hello? Hello?” The dial tone buzzed in her ear. Makayla stared down at the receiver, eyes wide, mouth agape. It wasn’t the first time she’d argued with a parent about their child’s behavior, but she had never been spoken to in such a scathing manner.
Throughout their conversation, Makayla had heard gleeful revving noises in the background and knew that Terrance was playing nearby. But that СКАЧАТЬ