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So Not My Type
by Amelia Kingston
Genre: Romantic Erotic Comedy
An endearingly irreverent love story.
To Jackie Ryan, insults are foreplay and love is war. What the feisty redhead lacks in stature, she makes up in attitude. She’s made more than one grown man cry and she’s damn proud of it. Little does the rowdy barista know she’s about to meet her match in the shape of a walking, talking pair of starched khakis.
When unassuming Eddie Jaworski stumbles into a quirky coffee shop, he isn’t expecting a battle of wits with the maniac behind the counter. Still, he can’t help be intrigued by the endearingly irreverent human enigma. She’s brash, but considerate. Closed off to most, but fiercely loyal to a few. Everything is a joke, except those things that are sacred. Jackie doesn’t trust easily and if he wants to get close, he’s going to have to work for every inch. Good thing he’s up for the challenge.
But Eddie has a secret—one he didn’t mean to keep—that’s going to tug at the delicate strings weaving the pair together. When everything begins to unravel, Jackie must decide just what she’s willing to risk for love.
Read an Excerpt:
“I’m here for the irresistible asylum-esque ambiance.”
“Oh, fuck off.” She leans back and flips me off with both hands for good measure.
“See? Don’t get that at Starbucks.” She shakes her head and bites her lip to stifle a laugh. I shift on the bench, finding myself leaning in closer to her. “I met your Pops.”
“I heard.” She leans forward across the table, her chin nearly resting on the screen of my laptop. “Sounds like there was some confusion…” Her voice goes soft and sensuous. “So, do you or don’t you have a cock piercing?”
“Jesus Christ!” I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut.
“You showed it to JC?” She gasps and yells across the cafe, “Hey, JC, is it Prince Albert or a Jacob’s Ladder?”
“No, that’s not—” I try to off-ramp this colossal miscommunication.
“Prince Albert,” Jesús shouts back with a wink.
Red lifts out of her chair to peek at my lap, as if she’s going to be able to see the non-existent piercing through my pants.
“Shame. I always wondered what a Jacob’s Ladder would feel like,” she replies loud enough that Jesús can hear her behind the counter, but her eyes are locked on mine. They are a mesmerizing soft hazel with a mischievous glint. My heart pounds in my chest and my mouth goes dry.
“It’s all about how they use it,” Jesús answers, shouting over the hiss of steaming milk.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Red wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“I don’t have a dick piercing!” I shout over the both of them.
About the Author: Amelia Kingston is a California girl, writer, traveler, wife and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order. She’s been blessed with a patient husband who’s embraced her nomad ways and cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is five minutes late.
She loves to write about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can’t help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it’s always worth chasing.