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Her Good Thing
Vanessa Miller
Love always has a plan…As a partner in a successful Houston ad agency, Danetta Harris can check one thing off her list of things to accomplish before she’s thirty. Now she can concentrate on getting married and starting a family. In spite of being burned before, Danetta’s now ready to risk her heart again and forget about the man she’s secretly loved for ten years.Fed up with pining for him, Danetta decides to do whatever it takes to find her Mr. Right, right now! Caring, charismatic, and sinfully sexy, Marshall Windham is every woman’s fantasy. But after years as a major player, Marshall’s had his fill of the single life. He realizes that the perfect woman has been in his life all along—and it’s Danetta.Unaware of Danetta’s get-love-now plan, Marshall unveils a can’t-resist proposal of his own. Will Marshall be able to win Danetta and convince her that they should be partners not only in business, but also in love?
Love always has a plan…
As a partner in a successful Houston ad agency, Danetta Harris can check one thing off her list of things to accomplish before she’s thirty. Now she can concentrate on getting married and starting a family. In spite of being burned before, Danetta’s now ready to risk her heart again and forget about the man she’s secretly loved for ten years. Fed up with pining for him, Danetta decides to do whatever it takes to find her Mr. Right, right now!
Caring, charismatic and sinfully sexy, Marshall Windham is every woman’s fantasy. But after years as a major player, Marshall’s had his fill of the single life. He realizes that the perfect woman has been in his life all along—and it’s Danetta. Unaware of Danetta’s get-love-now plan, Marshall unveils a can’t-resist proposal of his own. Will Marshall be able to win Danetta and convince her that they should be partners not only in business, but also in love?
Did Marshall just say that he’d dated a woman because she reminded him of her?
“What are you talking about, Marshall? Veronica and I don’t look alike. That woman is the flashy, model type you normally date. I’m nothing like that.”
Marshall pulled up in front of her house and turned off the car. He turned to Danetta and let his eyes roam the length of her. When he met her eyes again he said, “You definitely bring sexy back—that is the type you are.”
The silence was thick in the car as their eyes met and locked. Then they started leaning toward each other. They were about to kiss. Danetta didn’t know if this was such a good idea, but she couldn’t stop herself.
She’d dreamed about kissing him since the day they met. But never in a million years had she ever thought Marshall would look at her the way he was looking at her right now or that he would…
Marshall’s lips touched hers and all thought ceased. There was only the heat that radiated between them as his mouth devoured hers.
Vanessa Miller
is a bestselling author, playwright and motivational speaker. She started writing as a child, spending countless hours either reading or writing poetry, short stories, stage plays and novels. Vanessa’s creative endeavors took on new meaning in 1994 when she became a Christian. Since then, her writing has been centered on themes of redemption, often focusing on characters facing multidimensional struggles.
Vanessa’s novels have received rave reviews, with several appearing on Essence magazine’s bestseller list. Her work has received numerous awards, including Best Christian Fiction Mahogany Award and a Red Rose Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction. Miller graduated from Capital University with a degree in organizational communication. She is an ordained minister in her church, explaining, “God has called me to minister to readers and to help them re-discover their place with the Lord.”
She is currently working on a trilogy, For Your Love, for Harlequin Kimani Romance. Her Good Thing is the first book in the trilogy. She is also working on a historical set in the Gospel Era for Abingdon Press. Her first book in the Gospel Series, How Sweet the Sound, releases in 2013.
Her Good Thing
Vanessa Miller
Dear Reader,
The idea for Her Good Thing comes from a Bible verse that says, “The man who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.”
Well, I thought it would be fun to turn that verse upside down and have the woman try to find her good thing, rather than wait on the man to find her. But the truth is, Danetta Harris’s good thing has always been there, in the gorgeous form of her best friend and business partner, Marshall Windham.
Danetta has been in love with Marshall for years, but has finally given up all fantasies of the two of them walking down the aisle together. As Danetta starts looking for love in all the wrong places, Marshall begins to see what has been staring him in the face all along. But has he waited too long?
Her Good Thing is a part of a three-book series titled For Your Love, and it’s all about women going after their men. In the process they run into some funny situations that will make you laugh, but they also deal with a few gut-wrenching situations that just might bring a tear to your eye. I hope you will enjoy the stories of love, loss and adventure that the three women of the For Your Love series bring to life.
As you read this series I’d love to hear from you. Email me at vmiller-01@earthlink.net so we can chat about Danetta, Ryla and Surry.
Happy reading,
Vanessa Miller
To my grandson, Jarod Harris,
for all the joy you bring into my life.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#u4d17bfaf-611b-5702-8612-01b7f255d31b)
Chapter 2 (#u008cace9-dd45-592a-a14c-e43ba4faa4a8)
Chapter 3 (#u68b19b70-12b8-5aec-9023-462e0d782bf9)
Chapter 4 (#u91a03489-8f1f-5f33-803d-2234d3b3fcd8)
Chapter 5 (#u899ff98f-1efa-51ce-b150-41a8cce993fd)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
“We women are born nurturers,” said the speaker. “We tend to let the men in our lives take center stage while we stand behind them, doing all the work.”
Danetta Harris rolled her eyes as she received yet another urgent message from Marshall Windham, her business partner, and the poster boy for the message the speaker was delivering to the Women’s Empowerment group at that very moment. Marshall invaded Danetta’s dreams and he consumed her thoughts when she should have been concentrating on far more important matters. Because Marshall Windham was all wrong for her. The man had a brilliant mind for business and was Idris Elba fine. Not the Idris Elba who worked in a mechanic shop in Daddy’s Little Girls but the Idris Elba who was so fine in those gray pants with the black button-down shirt who strutted away from an exploding airplane in Takers. And that was the problem. Marshall was a taker and an unreformed ladies’ man.
The speaker said, “It’s time to enact your Get Success Now plan and get on with creating the life you were born to live.”
Another text from Marshall came in. Why haven’t you called me? I need you.
Danetta stood up and walked out from the back of the conference room. She sat down at a table near the bookstore and called Marshall. He thinks he can bug me at any hour of the day or night, she huffed. She understood that they ran a business together and therefore needed to make themselves available, but it was eight o’clock on a Friday night. What could be so urgent?
“Hey, where are you?” Marshall asked the moment he answered his phone.
“I’m at the symposium I told you about,” Danetta said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. “Why? What’s up?”
Marshall’s hearty laugh crossed the phone line and pierced Danetta’s heart. “That’s why you’re still single. I mean, really, Danetta, you take that I-am-woman-hear-me-roar stuff a bit too far and it is a major turn-off to most of the men I know.”
Most of the men he knew were Snoop Doggie-dogs. “Your text said urgent. So, what do you want?”
“Hey, no need to get your back up. I’m just looking out for your best interests. You’re not getting any younger.”
That stung. “Look, Marshall, I know you haven’t been blowing up my phone all evening just so we could talk about my love life. Now tell me what you want or I’m hanging up.”
“I’m packing for the retreat and I was hoping that you had changed your mind about attending it with me.”
The man was impossible. She had signed Marshall up for a business retreat that was notorious for being a “boy’s club” event. A few women attended, but unless they were multimillionaire businesswomen like the current CEO of Hewlett-Packard, Meg Whitman, or the former CEO Carly Fiorina, they were pretty much ignored. Danetta wasn’t worried; women had business retreats all the time. All Danetta wanted was the business that these companies could bring to their firm...and all Marshall wanted was someone else to do the networking for him. “I can’t help you mingle and network this time, Marshall. This is a men’s thing, remember?”
Born with clout and money, Marshall was in his element around presidents and CEOs. He simply hated networking. He said it just seemed too much like begging to him and Marshall didn’t beg anyone for anything. “We both know why you’re not going, Danetta, and it has nothing to do with how many men attend the retreat.”
He was right. There had been countless times when they’d received invitations that were clearly meant for the head man in charge. Danetta would go anyway; she loved showing those self-important men that her pants fit just as well as theirs. But she also preferred to drive to the events.
“Why don’t you just get over your fear of flying and join me at this event?”
“I don’t have a fear of flying.”
“Then what is it, D, because I’d really like to have you with me this weekend.” The conference Marshall was attending was in New York and the flight from Houston, Texas, where they lived was just too long for her to stomach.
“I am not about to trust some pilot with my life just so you don’t have to mix and mingle.”
“The mix and mingle I have no problem with. I’m just not as good at asking for business as you are. And since when do you trust anybody with your life, let alone a pilot?”
Danetta gave a heavy sigh. “Drop it, Marshall.”
“All right D, if you’re dead set against going, then maybe I should take a date with me.” It was a tease. They had already discussed why he shouldn’t take a date.
“I explained to you why that was a bad idea,” she reminded him through gritted teeth
“Yeah, but when I told Veronica she couldn’t go, she broke up with me.”
“Why would she do that?”
“Because she thinks I’m taking another woman.”
Marshall was talking, but all Danetta heard was ruff-ruff-ruff. He was a dog and she was a fool. She couldn’t believe that she had wasted years of her life waiting for this man to change his ways so that they could finally be together. But she was done hoping and wishing for this man who treated women like accessories...picking whichever one matched his mood for the day. She didn’t even know who Veronica was. The last she knew, Marshall was dating a woman named Diane. “In case you forgot, the last woman you took on a business outing got drunk and threw up on our client.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, but she apologized.”
She threw up her hands. “Do what you want, Marshall, but if you make a fool of yourself this weekend, you’ll be looking for another business partner next week.”
“Calm down, Danetta. I’ll go alone.”
“Thank you,” Danetta said, and then hung up. She was about ready to go tickety-boom. And if the truth was told, she didn’t want to go back into that conference room to hear the speaker pronounce her a fool for desiring a man who wanted nothing to do with her. Yet, she had put her career in his hands. She would have left the meeting and gone home much sooner because her conversation with Marshall had drained all of her energy, but she had given her two best friends, Surry McDaniel and Ryla Evans, a ride. She couldn’t just abandon them, no matter that she was to the point of foaming at the mouth.
Why had she gone into business with Marshall Windham in the first place? Because he’s gorgeous and brilliant and you fell in love with him from the moment he walked into your art class at Howard University, Danetta reminded herself.
Okay, Danetta confessed, I might have been a real good Boo-Boo-the-Fool for Marshall, but even fools stop falling and bumping their heads at some point. Danetta had finally come to terms with the fact that Marshall would never stop chasing after women long enough to notice her.
“Girl, what has gotten into you?” Surry asked, as she and Ryla came out of the conference room and sat down next to Danetta.
“You missed the best part of her speech,” Ryla said, sitting down on the opposite side of Danetta.
Danetta smiled as her girls sat down with her. On the surface it appeared that Surry, Ryla and Danetta didn’t have enough in common to be as tight as they were. Surry thought that straightening combs were evil and that the relaxer was a diabolical invention by Satan, designed to damage the hair of every black woman in America. Surry wore her hair in an afro or braids, and her wardrobe was strictly Afrocentric. Ryla on the other hand wouldn’t walk to her mailbox without a fresh relaxer and a cute hair cut. Ryla was a stylish former beauty queen, prom queen and cheerleader, while Danetta was all business with eyeglasses, knee- or calf-length skirts and turtleneck sweaters.
“And why did you keep checking your cell phone? You normally turn that thing off. What if you were giving the presentation? You wouldn’t want people in the audience sending text messages and ignoring you altogether,” Ryla said.
They were right. This wasn’t the first time Marshall had sent her numerous text messages during a business meeting, lunch with friends or even when she was having dinner with Aunt Sarah. As a matter of fact, Marshall often wrangled an invitation to dinner from Aunt Sarah, so he didn’t have to interrupt her during dinner, because he was there, eating it with them.
At that moment she realized that she had made herself too accessible to Marshall, and she was tired of living on his terms.
“Well, I may have walked out early, but I think she said the most important thing before I left.”
“And what was that?” Surry asked.
“That we as women need to enact our success plan.”
“What are you talking about, Danetta? You’re already successful. After all, you are co-owner of a multimillion dollar advertising firm,” Ryla reminded her.
“I’m not talking about business success. I guess I’m just fed up with being single and feel that it’s time to enact my Get Love Now plan,” Danetta said with conviction in her voice.
“What did that mongrel do now?” Ryla asked, as she rolled her eyes heavenward.
From the moment Danetta had first spilled her guts about Marshall, Ryla had dubbed him a mongrel. She’d said that he was half human and half dog. Danetta had laughed at the time, but the way she was feeling today, Danetta wondered if Ryla was being too generous. As far as she was concerned, Marshall was a full-bred hound dog.
“Why would my discontent have anything to do with Marshall Windham?”
“Well, let’s see,” Surry pretended to be thinking. “You have been in love with the man for over a decade, and you bake up a dozen brownies and eat them with a bucketful of vanilla ice cream each time Marshall starts dating someone new,” Surry answered.
“I’m done with all of that.” Danetta stood up and grabbed her purse. “Come on. I’m going to take you two home, so I can get started on making new plans for my life.”
Ryla harrumphed. “You can’t plan out every detail of your life, Danetta. Some things just happen and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Ryla had learned that simple fact all too well. She was a twenty-eight-year-old single mother of an adorable seven-year-old princess.
“I planned out my business life, and if I do say so myself, I have become quite successful.” Danetta put her key in the ignition and started the car the moment Ryla and Surry closed their doors. As she drove out of the parking lot, she said, “What hasn’t been going so well is my love life, and that’s because I’ve been too busy with business and hanging with a bunch of women—”
