The Women of Tenacity Book 3
Spending her entire twenty-four years hiding in the background and perfecting her status of wallflower, Anna Zimmerman arrives at the astounding conclusion it’s time for a change. Tired of living life in the shadows, she steps into the light, unprepared to handle the attention of the charming, handsome cowboy who works across the street.
Too good-looking for his own good, Jake Chandler is a tease who likes his women petite, blond and outgoing. When a chance encounter brings him nose to nose with the tall librarian across the street, he discovers his type of girl expanding to include statuesque brunettes.
Jake has his work cut out for him as he strives to convince Anna to come out of her shell and give him a chance.
Praise for Not His Type:
“A joyful surprise. Well written, it kept me captivated to the last page. Their love story is sweet with a few challenges thrown to keep it interesting.”
“Loved the purity of this romance. The right woman is what it took to tame a wild and immature cowboy.”
“This book kept me reading late into the night! The characters, the concept & the storyline all wrapped into a feel-good, down to earth good read. The author was great about creating depth to the characters so that you could understand the relationships, feel the need to follow the story, get captured in the “what-if” and just feel good about the overall outcome. The build up of the story as each character wrapped around the other made you feel as if you were part of the landscape.”
Had her lips always been so rosy and ready to be kissed? Had she gotten taller? She seemed to be ten-feet tall today and absolutely, positively ravishing. He had no idea with the right clothes and hairstyle that Anna would morph from attractive into a drop-dead knockout.
He escorted her back to the door, his hands shoved deep in his pockets to keep from touching her. Jake didn’t know what had come over him but he was beginning to fear it was something fatal. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, his stomach hurt and his head was beginning to pound; the same thing that happened every time he found himself this close to Anna.
“Thanks, Jake,” Anna said. “I’ll see you later.”
As she turned to walk up the ramp into the door, Jake caught her hand and felt electricity shoot up his arm with a jolt. “Anna, will you have dinner with me tonight? Please? I’d love to hear about your weekend. It was obviously very… interesting.”
“I don’t think so,” Anna said, starting to blush and beginning to feel her fears overwhelm her resolve to be more outgoing.
“How about tomorrow?” Jake asked. Desperation was going to drive him to beg if she turned him down. “I really want to hear all about your new car and your transformation from bookworm to beautiful butterfly. You look amazing.”
Anna blushed at his compliment and nodded her head. “Tomorrow, then…”