Judging Covers
by Kristen Beairsto
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: August 1, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 206 pages
Available at:
This book will be available for FREE during this barrage (Oct 7-8)
Description:
Books have always been Juliet Marlowe's sanctuary; the one place she would never be judged or made to feel like an outcast. But when tragedy strikes, she has to get her nose out of the antique tomes she prefers and become the guardian of her five younger brothers and sisters.
Jules struggles to make ends meet. And with the constant threat of losing custody of her siblings if she doesn't maintain the standard of living previously set by her parents, she finds herself forced to make tough decisions and take risks.
One thing she knows for certain is she definitely does not have room in her life for a relationship. Especially with a man who's trying to readjust to civilian life and who once held a starring role in her secret fantasies. No, absolutely not, she does not have any room in her life for Roman Price and his smoldering gaze that triggers her irritating blushes with only a thought.
But when everything Jules has built threatens to collapse on her, she finds herself not only accepting Roman's offer of help, but starts to question whether or not she misjudged the situation from the beginning.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
About the Author:
In between her to-be-read pile and trying to bring the characters in her head alive, Kristen spends as much time as she can with family and friends. Much to her husband’s dismay, she enjoys collecting purses, shoes, and jewelry. During those rare times she’s not working at her day job, rushing her daughters somewhere, watching movies with her husband, and trying to meet a deadline, she can usually be found energetically cheering for one of her favorite New York sports teams.
As with just about every other writer on the planet, Kristen grew up an avid reader. She started with young adult before she technically hit the age range and moved on to sci-fi classics by Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury. At fifteen, her best friend gave her a book shejust had to read! The book was Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts. Always a sucker for a happy ending, she was a goner and fell in love with the romance genre. Having started writing novel length stories at the age of eleven, Kristen’s stories all took a romantic turn from that point on.
Connect with Kristen Beairsto
Website: http://www.KristenBeairsto.com
Goodreads: http://www.Goodreads.com/KBeairsto
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Orlando came to a halt, barely saving the
bubbles from toppling from his hand. A
giggle escaped when he finally looked up at her.
Orlando slipped his small hand in to hers
easily and grinned widely, “I learned about poems today at school. We’re making poems to go with our pictures
for Mother’s Day,” he informed her and then frowned. “But don’t say anything, you’re not supposed
to know.”
Excerpt# 1
A headache of epic proportions
pounding behind her eyes, Jules maneuvered the Camry on to her street and felt
a little relief when she spotted the work truck parked at the curb of the
house.
Just as quickly, the relief
turned into a nagging worry that the deck might be beyond repair and her
father’s old friend might have to rebuild it from scratch.
The headache spread to tighten
the knots in her neck.
Parking the car beside the
equally ancient minivan, she removed her prescription sunglasses and replaced
them with her wire-framed glasses.
Pushing them up her nose, she caught sight of the mustard stain on her
blouse and rolled her eyes. Today had
definitely not been her day.
She spent her day dealing with
computer crashes, angry patrons, and her supervisor calling every twenty
minutes to find out the status on a variety of projects.
Now, sure Mr. Price would be
telling her the deck repairs would be beyond her budget, she tried to prepare
herself for the worst.
Blowing out a frustrated breath,
she gathered her bags and moved out of the car.
Reaching the door, she could hear
the riot of noise from within signaling all the kids were home from school.
She stepped inside and found
herself in the path of a charging bullet in the shape of Orlando wearing a devilish smile on his lips
and a large open bottle of bubbles in his hands. Since the house rules dictated any and all
bubble play needed be conducted outside, Jules dropped her bags and waved her
hands in front of her to stop him.
Giving him a stern look as she
put her hands on her hips, “You know the rules,” she pointed towards the
bubbles in his hands.
Sending her a wide grin, his
bright sapphire eyes twinkling, “Just trying to pay Mark and Edgar back.”
Shaking her head, “Well, why
don’t we just go find them and talk to them instead?”
Fighting to suppress a smile,
Jules nodded solemnly, “I don’t even remember what you just said,” she replied
as she pushed the door open into the kitchen.
Holding the door open and smiling
down at her youngest brother, Jules spotted movement from the corner of her
eye.
Before she could react, the twins
popped up from behind the counters on the other side of the room and pelted
both her and Orlando with their beloved super soakers.
Within seconds, her blouse clung
to her skin, the front thoroughly soaked.
Holding up her hands in a lame attempt to block the streams of water
rushing at her, “Edgar William, Mark William!”
She yelled above the din of the boys’ laughter.
At her stern tone, the boys
seemed to realize their dire miscalculation as they ceased fire and stared at
her. Taking a deep breath, fists
clenched at her sides and water dripping down the lenses of her glasses on to
her cheeks, Jules took two steps towards her brothers and landed on her
butt. Hard.
Pain radiating up her tailbone,
Jules looked up to see Orlando
had dropped the bottle of bubbles in the mêlée.
A giant puddle of soapy liquid covered not only the floor, but now also
soaked into her skirt.
Today has definitely not been my day, she decided silently, closing
her eyes and taking another deep breath.
In the silence, Jules tried to
assess whether she sustained any serious damage. Not
that I had money to go to the hospital if I did.
The back door opened and the
sound of heavy booted feet stepped into the room.
“Hey, are you okay?”
At the unknown deep male voice,
her eyes snapped open.
Humiliation gripped her. Roman Price made his way towards her, a
concerned expression on his face, and Jules wanted nothing more than for the
floor to open up and swallow her whole.
Broader than she remembered, the
vivid emerald gaze remained the same, maybe with a little more of an edge to
it. A red paisley bandanna tied around
his forehead let her easily see that the blond hair causing hearts to flutter
all those years ago still held a sun streaked quality although not as long as
she remembered. The soft edges of youth
were gone, replaced by sharp chiseled features carved out of life.
Oh. My. God, were the only coherent words sliding
through her suddenly incapacitated mind.
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Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a really good book. evamillien at gmail dot com
ReplyDeleteThanks Eva, hope you did get your copy. I have mine. Happy reading.
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