Spotlight & Giveaway: JUST MY TYPE by Falon Ballard

Posted February 7th, 2023 by Sara @HarlequinJunkie in Blog, Spotlight / 30 comments

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Falon Ballard’s new release: JUST MY TYPE

To win the job of her dreams, a relationship-prone journalist needs to learn how to stay single in this heartwarming and hilarious new romantic comedy from the beloved author of Lease on Love.

Lana Parker is an expert girlfriend. After a disastrous breakup with her high school boyfriend, she’s bounced from long-term relationship to long-term relationhip and even works as the dating and relationships columnist for one of Los Angeles’s trendiest websites. But when Lana suddenly finds herself single, she’s ready to take a break, both personally and professionally.

That is, until her high school ex, Seth Carson, takes an assignment at Lana’s site. Having spent years traveling the world as a freelance journalist, Seth’s finally ready to put down roots. Seth and Lana’s chemistry is just as combative—and undeniable—as ever and quickly leads to a competition that could shape both of their careers. Pitted against each other by Lana’s boss, they are each tasked with writing an article series that goes against their usual dating type: Lana needs to write about being single and staying single, while Seth must learn to settle down and become boyfriend material. Whoever’s series is most popular winds a highly coveted dream job. But when the two square off, it’s not only their careers on the line—it’s also their hearts.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from JUST MY TYPE

“ATF has been acquired.” She pauses as if she’s expecting an immediate reaction, but the room stays completely silent. “The Los Angeles Chronicle bought the site and we will now be operating under their umbrella.”
I scan my friends’ faces for some kind of indication of whether this is good or bad news, but we all wear matching confused expressions.
Finally, Corey comes out with it. “So, are we getting fired? What does that even mean?”
Natasha settles back in her seat. “No, no one’s getting fired . . . at least not yet. For now, it doesn’t mean many changes.” She hesitates for half a second. “But in the long run, it does mean there may be opportunities for some of you to write for the Chronicle.”
My heart jumps at this hint of possible good news. Natasha very pointedly doesn’t look at me, as she’s well aware of my desire to someday shift to writing for a paper like the Chronicle. “It also means that, for the next couple months at least, we’ve been asked to play host to a potential Chronicle employee.”
James makes a face. “Are we going to become the new Chronicle training grounds or something?”
The skin around Natasha’s lips tightens and I can see she’s also not exactly thrilled at the prospect of mentoring writers just so they can go work at another outlet. But when she speaks, her voice is measured and even. “I don’t believe so. In this instance it just happened to work out. We’re looking to expand our staff and they wanted to try out a news guy to see if he could transition to more of a lifestyle brand.”
“And when will said guy be joining us?” Corey asks the question innocently, but I know she perked up hearing there will be some fresh meat in the office.
Natasha checks her Cartier watch. “Hopefully any minute—”
“Hi, everyone, god, I am so sorry for being late on my first day. I feel like an absolute ass, but truly the traffic here is no freaking joke.”
Everyone but me spins in their chair, attention swiveling to the doorway.
But I can’t move.
Because I know that voice.
My finally-calmed-down stomach suddenly starts bouncing like it’s in some nineties mosh pit. Voices swirl around me, but I’m in a foggy haze of a nightmare and I can’t make out any actual words.
When I work up the courage to turn around, something like terror floods my veins; somehow I know my absolute worst fears are about to materialize.
Because there he is. Right in the doorway. Of the conference room of my office. A halo of golden light from the hallway surrounds him like he’s freaking Captain America.
As if in slow motion, I push myself out of my chair. If only this were a scene in a movie, my hair flowing behind me as I gracefully turn. No longer dressed in leggings and an old shirt without a stitch of makeup on my face, I’m glamorous and gorgeous and completely poised and backed by a wind machine—as one should be when confronted with their ex for the first time in years.
Seth Carson.
The one who got away. Twice.
The movie in my head abruptly cuts to black as the real me stands, stumbles, and falls to my knees. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I manage to choke out before a trash can lands in front of my face. Just in time, as seconds later, I’m heaving up the entire contents of my stomach.

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Meet the Author:

Falon Ballard is the author of Lease on Love. When she’s not writing fictional love stories, she’s helping real-life couples celebrate, working as a wedding planner in Southern California.

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