Her Kind of Man
Makayla Stevens has blossomed since high school, but one thing hasn't changed: Kenyon Blake still turns her knees to jelly. Back then, she had thick glasses and braces, and he was a gorgeous football star.Now he's the uncle of one of her students, and he's made it plain he'd like to get to know her outside the classroom. The reality is even hotter than her teenage fantasies, but getting involved with a student's relative could mess with her career, and her peace of mind.Kenyon's not giving up, not before teaching Makayla a few things–about long, slow kisses, sizzling passion and listening to your heart….
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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.
âYou must be Ms. Stevens,â Kenyon said. âSorry Iâm late, but Terranceâs hockey practice ran long. Iâm hisââ
âOh, of course,â she replied. âYouâre here for the interview.â
PAMELA YAYE
has a bachelorâs 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 sheâs not reading or working on her latest novel, sheâs 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.
Dear Reader,
My dad is a news junkie. So is my husband. I try to keep informed of whatâs 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, âCould you imagine how much pain that child is in to physically attack someone who only wants whatâs best for her?â 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 weâre here, we have to make the most of our days. I hope Makayla and Kenyonâs story will inspire you to follow your dreams. It doesnât 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 donât 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
âYouâre incompetent!â
âExcuse me?â Makayla Stevens gripped the phone so hard, a sharp pain whizzed up her arm. âIâve done nothing but help Terrance.â
âHas it ever occurred to you that maybe youâre the problem?â
âNo, because Terrance is having issues in his other classes, as well. Heââ
âSure, and Iâm supposed to believe you.â
âMrs. Blake, each incident has been clearly documented andââ
Click.
âHello? Hello?â The dial tone buzzed in her ear. Makayla stared down at the receiver, eyes wide, mouth agape. It wasnât the first time sheâd argued with a parent about their childâs 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 didnât stop Mrs. Blake from punctuating her sentences with lively curse words. It was no wonder the five-year-old was a holy terror.
In the ten years Makayla had been teaching, she had never met a child she didnât likeâuntil now. Only a month into the school year and Terrance Blake had been sent to the principalâs office five times. Mr. Gibson gave his support, but Makayla had a feeling he blamed her for Terranceâs intolerable behavior. In the last month sheâd used all of her âtricksâ but there was no change in Terrance. Extra computer time, positive reinforcement and glow-in-the-dark stickers didnât help, either. Terrance was as bad as ever. He swiped things off her desk when he thought no one was looking, bullied his peers and lied openly.
Makayla picked up Terranceâs file. It was heavier than the Bible. She had to do something fast. Mrs. Blake had threatened to file a grievance against her with the Philadelphia school board. Still, her co-workers had assured her she had nothing to worry about. One complaint from an angry parent wasnât going to ruin her otherwise stellar performance record.
