Monday, May 16, 2011

Lindi Peterson's Her Best Catch

I am an author of contemporary Christian romance novels focusing on the amazing love of Jesus Christ and how His love influences our ability to love one another.

I live north of Atlanta, Georgia with my hubby. We are empty nesters as far as children go, but we do support, feed and care for a dog, 2 cats and 2 birds. (Who are at often time way louder than the kids used to be!)

I've wanted to be a writer ever since I can remember. So about 12 years ago I started writing novels. Writing for publication is an amazing, crazy journey, but I wouldn't trade it in at all!

You can find Lindi online at or

Her Best Catch

Allison Doll’s mother is rebelliously turning fifty, her two best friends have started dating and a gorgeous injured relief pitcher has joined her Sunday school class rocking her world into confusion, heartache and temptation, places she hasn’t visited in a long time, much less all at once.

But with the help of family, old friends she really hasn’t lost, a new friend she really can count on, and God, she finds herself no longer a girl waiting for life to happen, but a girl who’s ready to commit to her best catch!

Here's an excerpt of Her Best Catch:

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I put my hope.
Psalm 130:5 NIV

Chapter One

They say fifty is the new thirty.

Which means in a couple of months when my mother turns fifty we’ll be almost the same age. I really don’t want to think about it. Especially since my mother’s acting sixteen and I’m feeling more like forty. This year I’d like to avoid the whole birthday deal entirely.

But I can’t. I’m throwing her a surprise party instead. Which is why I’m standing in Bubba Bob’s Barbecue placing a really big food order even though I’m supposed to be meeting my best friend Velvet for lunch in less than ten minutes.

Oh, well, Velvet is always late.

“Thanks for all your help, Bob,” I say, shoving the receipt and my checkbook into my bulging purse. Bob stands there smiling as I dig in the aforementioned purse for my keys. I would like to say that I’m not normally this unorganized, but that would be a lie. And good Christian girls don’t lie.

At least not intentionally.

Finally, I find my keys at the bottom (well, where else would they be?), and tell Bob thanks again before I make my way to my car which is the one luxury I allow myself since I have moved back home. Of course, I’m the only one who would consider an old Toyota Celica convertible a luxury. The car runs like a dream, and it’s all mine. Only mine.

The fresh cut smell of onion grass flows through the open top, a sure sign of summer in Atlanta. Spring azaleas have dropped their pink, red or white blooms while the dogwoods languish in their glory.

I pull into the parking lot five minutes late and make my way into the restaurant. I get a table and settle in. Too bad my stomach can’t settle down.

Velvet had a date last night with Trent. Our very best guy friend. The three of us have been inseparable since high school. And if things went the way Velvet thought they were going to go, I might just have to separate myself away.


I tighten my ponytail, probably out of nervousness. I pay more money than any sane human being should to have highlights, lowlights, shimmer and shine. My mother hates the fact that I pull my goldilocks into a ponytail almost every day. She threatens to toss my elastic bands into the trash. But she doesn’t and I just listen to her talk about if she had my hair, blah, blah, blah. I like the ponytail. It’s less fuss and trouble. And it stays out of my way.

Velvet does not wear her hair in a ponytail. She keeps her rich, dark brown hair which no bottle could supply cut in a chin length bob, and she always looks like she just stepped out of the salon. Which is where she is now, which is probably why I’m waiting. Her guy is always behind. Even when she’s his first customer. I wouldn’t put up with it, but she swears there’s no one like Trey Haslow, the up and coming stylist in Atlanta.
A soccer game is being televised while the Mariachi band roams around playing music and looking for tips. My tip? Don’t date your best friend.

I’m really wondering how things went last night. For Velvet to want to eat here, I’m thinking it wasn’t so hot. Why else would she want to gorge on Mexican food. All these chips and rice and beans are a carbohydrate disaster. And Velvet always watches her carbs.

Well, I can’t say I’m really surprised. (And feeling a bit guilty because of the relief that thought brings.)

The it-might-be-a-date prospect didn’t pan out, so I’ll be here for Velvet. After all, isn’t that what best friends are for?

I glance at my watch. It’s only twenty after twelve, which means I probably have another twenty minutes to wait.

Have I mentioned that Velvet is always late?

But it’s okay because I know this about her. I don’t mind sitting here alone, eating a few chips and sipping my club soda with lime. It gives me time to mentally prepare for whatever news Velvet has.

She slides into the booth moments later surprising me.

“Hey, girl. You’re early,” I say.

She looks at her watch. “Funny.”

The waiter immediately shows up and takes our order. Velvet orders a Taco Salad which makes me very nervous. I have never known Velvet to watch her carbs at a Mexican restaurant.

“Well,” Velvet starts. “Do you want to hear about last night?”

Here it is. The million-dollar question.

I now absorb several things. The huge smile Velvet has had since she arrived. The sparkle in her eyes. The I’m-the-happiest-girl-ever aura that surrounds her.

But the most significant thing is that she hasn’t eaten a chip. Not even one.

And there is only one good reason why a girl would strictly watch her carbs. A guy. In this case, Trent.

So what does a best friend do when she’s ready to receive news that has made her friend the happiest in a long time, but will not make the recipient of the news as happy?

Eat. Have the mouth full when the big announcement is given, that way she can half-smile, nod and hold up her hand after pointing to her mouth indicating she would love to rejoice with you, but it will have to wait until all food is chewed and mouth is empty.

Praise God there is a basket full of chips right in front of me.

“So, tell me all about it,” I say as I grab a handful of carbs and start putting them into my mouth, mechanically, one after another. (So much for mentally preparing.)

Before Velvet begins speaking, this dreamy look glazes her eyes and she does a shoulder shrug while holding her arms, like she’s savoring the most precious memory ever.

I grab more chips.

“Well, I walk in and immediately smell something great cooking. It’s some kind of Thai chicken dish which was fabulous. But before we eat, I scope the place out, jot down some decorating ideas, because of course, that’s what I’m there for.”

Personally, I think she had her own agenda which had nothing to do with decorating.

She sips her water then continues. “So I lay out these plans and he’s okay with them. He doesn’t even ask how much it’s going to cost. Of course, I told him I’ll get him the best prices available since I have connections, so that’s probably why he didn’t ask.”

Probably, I think.

“Then we eat that fabulous chicken. Oh, I think I already told you it was fabulous, but it was the best chicken I’ve ever eaten. No lie.”

I need to mention that Velvet still hasn’t touched one chip, while I’ve eaten half the basket. And she still hasn’t gotten to the “good” part yet.

“So,” she says, sipping more water. “After we cleaned up from dinner, we sat on his back porch, on the swing, right next to each other. And Allison.” She takes this deep breath and I shove chips. “It was there.”

My mouth is really full trying to chew all these chips. It’s taking way too much concentration so I can’t figure out what she means by “It was there.” What was there? Lightning bugs? No, then she would have said, “They were there.”

Good grief, I can’t even ask her because my mouth’s too full.

Truthfully, I don’t even think she notices my dilemma. She had seemed so intense seconds ago when she made the big “It was there” statement, but now’s she back to her glazed look.

The waiter slides our plates in front of us.

“Hot, plate, hot plate,” he repeats. Like those big gloves he’s wearing aren’t a clue. “Don’t touch,” he says as I attempt to turn my plate. Doesn’t he know the tacos have to be on the far side of the plate?

I leave my plate alone. The food is way too hot to eat anyway. Besides, I am so full of chips that I can’t imagine eating my meal.

Since Velvet hasn’t said anything since her revelation, I guess it’s my turn.

“What was there?”

She picks up her fork and mixes her lettuce and tomatoes in with her sour cream and guac. She doesn’t eat.

“The best feeling ever. The one where you feel so drawn to someone. Like you’re not close enough. Like there’s some sort of electricity between you.” She stops, then smiles and stares straight at me. “I wanted to kiss him so bad.”

I am so full at this point I don’t have one crumb in my mouth. And I’m expected to make some sort of comment. I know I am.

“Did you?” I ask, trying to rid my brain of the visual of Trent and Velvet kissing.

“No. I’m waiting for him to make that move.”

“So, you think he feels the same way?” I ask, because as much as I don’t want to know, I have to know. We females are warped that way.

“I know he does. We’re going out again tonight.”


“Yes. How many hours is it until seven o’clock?”

I look at my watch. “About seven hours.”

She’s got it bad if she’s counting the hours.

“It’s going to be the slowest seven hours ever.”

“Do you think?” I ask, mimicking Velvet by pushing my food around on my plate.

“Oh, Allison. This is it, I know it. Trent is my Mr. Right.”

I smile, my throat feeling like a constricted mess as I blink back tears. I can’t define the tears. I’m happy for my best friends, yet sad for my loss because the three of us will never have the same type of friendship that we’ve had in the past.

And right at this moment, I’m terrified of the changes this new relationship will bring.

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Lindi is giving away a copy of Her Best Catch. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.


Anonymous said...

This book sounds really good!

Judy K said...

This book does sound really good. I haven't read anything by Lindi Peterson yet but I am putting her on my list of authors to read.

Judy K from IN

cjajsmommy said...

This author has realistic way of writing that is refreshing, at least that's what I get from the excerpt. I want to read this book. Please enter me in the giveaway.

Amy said...

Would love to read this book. Have not read anything by this author yet. Please enter me. Thanks.


Jo said...

This book does sound good and another new author to me as well. Please enter me in the giveaway.


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Anne Payne said...

What a sneak peek! I'm hooked :) Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy.


Charity said...

I love finding new authors! Thanks for introducing me to this one:)


Charity U said...

Please enter me! Interesting blurb. :)

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Thanks for this giveaway! This books sounds really great! :-)


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thanks for the chance to read this sounds great :)

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Pam K. said...

I haven't read any of Lindi's books but "Her Best Catch" sounds like a good one to start with. I'd love to win it.
Thanks for the interview and the giveaway.


ann said...

Sounds great to me - hope I win the book

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Meredith said...

This book looks good, and the excerpts was great! Since I'm in that age range with my mother, I think I'd see a lot of familiar things in this book!

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Ann Lee Miller said...

Thanks for the chance to win. :)

Amy said...

This book sounds great.


Leanne said...

This sounds so good! I'd love to read it!

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