#FineReadables: Making it Real by Synithia Williams

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Hey, y’all! It’s #FineReadables time again, so rejoice! (I’ll wait while you bust a move.)

Let the celebratory dancing commence, y'all.

Let the celebratory dancing commence, y’all.

Have you celebrated appropriately? Ready to see what goodies I have for you today? Great!


Today, I’m happy to give you a peek at MAKING IT REAL,  Book 3 in Synithia Williams’ Henderson Family series from Crimson Romance.  It’s on sale, THIS WEEK ONLY,  for 99 cents, and you need to grab it while you can. Let me tell you why.

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A.) MAKING IT REAL, has over 45 reviews and a 4.6 star average. In other words, that’s some high quality contemporary romance right there.

2.)BOOKBUB, the holy grail of book recommendation sites, known for it’s discerning taste in titles, has featured MAKING IT REAL  this week.

iii.) MAKING IT REAL was listed as one of the Must Read Romances of 2015 in USA Today. (Click here to read the article- the proof is in the proverbial pudding, folks.)

IV.) The Blurb. Check out this blurb, courtesy of Ms. Williams herself:

After five years in prison, Kareem Henderson is starting his life over. Though business is good at his barbershop, his goal is to open a high-end gentlemen’s salon. But the road back is rough, and he needs connections in the society he once snubbed to make his dream a reality. He just never expected his second chance to come from the sexy female barber he hired last year.

Patrice “Neecie” Baldwin escaped the pressure of being the perfect daughter in one of North Carolina’s most prestigious families to live life on her own. When family responsibilities call her home, she fears going back will expose her to the pressures that nearly ruined her. Neecie needs a shield, and tall, handsome, bad boy Kareem seems impenetrable. So she offers him a deal: If he’ll pretend to be her fiance, she’ll introduce him to all of her well-connected relatives.

But the more time they spend together, the more the irresistible attraction between them builds. They’re from such different worlds, but can this fake relationship make the cut and become something very real?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

What’s not to love here? And the sensuality level is “Sensual.” Hot enough to make you blush, but not so hot you’ll pass out and need resuscitation. Safety first, y’all. 😉

Need more convincing? (You’re one tough cookie.) Well, Synithia has graciously provided me with an excerpt. Get into it!


Excerpt From Making it Real

The soulful sounds of Kem played through the speakers in Patrice’s rented bungalow.
She bit her lower lip and stared at the tower of wooden Jenga blocks on the coffee table in front of her. Playing Jenga calmed her nerves and gave her something to focus on other than going home and facing her family again. Holding her breath, she slowly pulled a rectangular wooden block from the middle of the tower. The blocks shook but remained upright. She exhaled and smiled.

The doorbell chimed. She glanced at the clock in the shape of the sun above her television. Not quite nine, but too late for anyone to come visiting. In the year she’d lived in Columbia she made few friends outside of the shop, and the guys didn’t visit.

Letting out a frustrated breath, she placed the Jenga piece on the coffee table then used the table to push up from her sitting position on the floor. She ran a hand over the multitude of two-strand twists on her head and considered not answering the door.
Screw that. Whoever decided to pop in can see my twisted hair. Maybe her hair would remind the person how impolite showing up unannounced was.

One glance through the peephole and buzzing started in her midsection. Kareem stood on the other side, encased in shadows and resembling a dangerous temptation the throbbing sensation between her legs didn’t want to resist.

“Um … just a second, okay?”

She couldn’t make out his muffled response before she hurried down the hall to the bedroom. Flinging open the drawer that contained her scarves she found nothing but a few socks and empty space.

“Damn!” They were all in the wash. Her heart tripled the crazy dance in her chest. She lifted a hand to one of the rollers at the end of her twists. Of course he would come when she looked like her Grandmother Mabel.

She took a deep breath and trudged back to the front door. Her sweaty palm lipped on the doorknob. It’s not like he’s interested, and you do need to talk to him. Her heart still hammered.

Patrice swung open the door before she could freak herself out more. “Hey, what’s up?” She aimed for nonchalant, but didn’t quite stick the landing.

Kareem’s flat black eyes roamed over her, pausing for a second on her hips in the red pajama bottoms. Shit, the hole at the hip.

“Umm … hey?” Kareem crossed the threshold, completely filling the door with wide black leather encased shoulders.

Patrice sucked in a breath, but her lungs refused to accept the oxygen. The enticing mixture of cold air, leather, and Kareem made her body hum.
She met his direct gaze. The scar above his lip danced, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Dark, thick brows drew in then out.

Patrice narrowed her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. “Don’t you dare laugh.”

“I’m not,” he said, his mouth trembling. “I swear. I just … I mean … interesting hair.”

“I swear I’ll kick you out if you laugh.”

“Nah, you look very cute. Kind of like my grandmother.” Then he grinned—full-fledged, teeth showing grin—something Patrice had never seen and hadn’t been sure he could actually do. Her heart constricted then vibrated. His hard features were transformed, taking ten years off and giving a glimpse of the carefree young man he might have been, before mistakes sandpapered his smooth edges.

“What every girl wants to hear.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

“I don’t know. I think I’d rather figure out what’s going on with these orange rollers.”

He took one of her rolled twists between his fingers. The movement brought him closer,
and the inviting scent of his soap turned her insides into putty.

She playfully slapped his hand away. “One more word and you’re out.”

His grin turned into a half smile, which made her want to find her way around his body. “You’re the one who answered like that.”

“And you’re the one who popped up unannounced. What you see is what you get.” Though to see the smile in his face again, Patrice would gladly always answer the door in rollers.


Right about now, I bet you’re feeling a lil’ bit like this:

Damn. What just happened?

Damn. What just happened?

So stop denying yourself and go download a copy of MAKING IT REAL. You know you want to. Click the appropriate store icon to purchase your copy.

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About Synithia:

Synithia Williams has been an avid romance novel lover since picking up her first one at the age of thirteen. It was only natural that she would begin penning her own romances soon after. She’s a native of South Carolina and now writes romances as hot as their southern settings. Her first novel, You Can’t Plan Love, was published by Crimson Romance in the summer of 2012. She’s written and published eight, novels since including her popular Southern Love and Henderson Family Series. Her seventh book, Making it Real, was listed as one of the Must Read Romances of 2015 in USA Today. Her first release with Harlequin Kimani, A New York Kind of Love, released in January 2016. She’s married to her own personal hero and they have two sons who’ve convinced her that professional wrestling and superheroes are supreme entertainment. You can learn more about Synithia by visiting her website, www.synithiawilliams.com, where she blogs about writing, life and relationships.

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Until Next Time,