Judging Covers
Kristen Beairsto
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Released: August 1, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
206 pages
FREE at Amazon 10/7 & 10/8/13
Synopsis:
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.
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.
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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.
Orlando came to a halt, barely
saving the bubbles from toppling from his hand.
A giggle escaped when he finally looked up at her.
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?”
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.”
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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About the Author:

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 she just 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.
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