Decree of Hope by Beth Fred blog tour with excerpt and #giveaway @bethfred08 #YA #Romance #Contemporary #Free #yabound
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Decree of Hope (A Missing Peace, Book Two)
by Beth Fred
Release Date:
09/01/14
When insecure
eighteen-year-old Kailee Hill gets caught tagging Iraq war refugee, Abrahem
Yohanna's garage, she's not expecting him to act as her designated driver, hold
her hair back when she pukes, or offer to be a shoulder to cry on. But she's
failing chemistry and her life is falling apart, so she uses the number Abe
leaves her and finds herself with a new tutor.
The two quickly find themselves falling hard for each other. Kailee attacks a local grunt when he calls Abe a "sand nigger" and fights with her veteran brother to be with him. When she learns Abe hasn't told his family about her, she's heartbroken and the couple risks losing everything they've worked to build. To make matters worse, Kailee's previous acts make her the prime suspect in a serious crime. With Kailee behind bars and doubting his feelings for her, Abe must find a way to rescue the girl he loves and win back her affection . And to do that he’ll have to catch a crook…
The two quickly find themselves falling hard for each other. Kailee attacks a local grunt when he calls Abe a "sand nigger" and fights with her veteran brother to be with him. When she learns Abe hasn't told his family about her, she's heartbroken and the couple risks losing everything they've worked to build. To make matters worse, Kailee's previous acts make her the prime suspect in a serious crime. With Kailee behind bars and doubting his feelings for her, Abe must find a way to rescue the girl he loves and win back her affection . And to do that he’ll have to catch a crook…
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Excerpt
“Come in,” I said. “We’ll call your cab.”
“Your dad will freak.”
“No one’s home.”
“How do you know?”
“Do you see a light on?”
“It’s late. They’re probably asleep.”
“My dad never sleeps. He just works. And if Jackson were home,
we’d have heard the music two blocks down the street.”
“What about your mom?”
That question would come up. “She’s not here.
She’s never here.” The words came tumbling out before I could stop them. His
eyes connected with mine, and I knew I’d said too much. He expected the rest of
the story. I stared straight ahead because of what I had to admit. “She left
when I was three. I haven’t seen her since.”
About the Author
Meet Beth Fred! That's me! I'm a full time ELF keeper and part time
writer/blogger/writing instructor. I like my tea hot, my romance sweet,
and my guys chivalrous. Real men hold open doors, refer to you as ma'am, make
promises they keep, and aren't afraid to profess their undying love. It's not
breakfast if there aren't carbs (at least, not in the South). Fajitas, carnitas,
and churros are just few of my favorite things. Bet you can't guess where I'm
from ;)
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