Monday, March 4, 2013

Something Beautiful by K. Dawn Byrd

Back Cover Blurb:
Lauren Milton has always followed the rules, but when she meets Antony Marcos, she discovers just how much fun it is to do her own thing. When Antony, the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, professes his love for her, her life is complete. He's her soul mate, but when she finds that he's harboring secrets, can she forgive him? 

Antony is terrified that his secrets will destroy their relationship when Lauren finds out the truth. Does he tell the truth and face losing her or continue his activities, possibly placing her in danger? Can they make things work even though her family and friends are against him? 

Lauren has PTSD from the car accident that killed her boyfriend and her mother. Can she face her greatest fears while risking everything for the guy she loves? Can they overcome the obstacles facing them to find their happily ever afterTo



 


To Read the first chapter of her book:


Chapter One
 
The taste of fear hung thick in the air, sickening me. I swallowed hard, attempting to ease the dryness in my throat. Three guys were following me, and they looked nowhere near model citizens.
 
I stumbled and righted myself, stealing a quick glance over my shoulder. They were gaining ground. Adrenaline fired my blood as I pushed myself to move faster.
 
The deathly quiet on campus was unnerving, no student chatter, not the faintest rustle of a breeze. Class had begun, and the sidewalks were deserted. Why had I signed up for a night class?
 
I contemplated dodging into a thick grove of trees to my right, but if I couldn't outrun them, they'd be free to do whatever they wanted to me in the secluded grove that was too sheltered for anyone to hear my screams. Dusk was quickly approaching and a light rain began to fall, sparkling the sidewalk. The scent of damp earth rose up to meet me, taunting me that it would be glad to provide an early grave.
 
My heart slammed into my ribs as I wiped sweaty palms down the side of my jeans, moving as fast as I could with a heavy backpack strapped to my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the one who appeared to be their leader. He had me in his sights, a determined look on his hardened face. I wrestled with the backpack, attempting to free myself. Let them have my laptop, my jewelry , and everything else. Just give me my freedom.
 
"Hey, sweet thing!" one yelled, his voice raspy.
 
Weak in the knees, I continued forward, hoping he'd think I hadn't heard him. I couldn't slow down to rid myself of the backpack, and it was impossible to dump while moving. It was too heavy. A shuffling noise behind me told me they were closing in.
 
A rough squeeze on my shoulder and a jerk backward turned me to face the head honcho. "What do you want?" I whispered, my breath freezing in my lungs.
 
His lips curled and his eyes narrowed to slits. "You should have listened when I told you to stop."
 
"I-I'm late for class." I glanced around, hoping to spot someone. Anyone.
 
The heat from the concrete mixed with the newly fallen rain floated upward, fogging the air and stealing what little breath I had left. Panic surged through me, and I silently cursed myself for leaving my pepper spray in the car.
 
A calculated grin tugged at his wide mouth. He took his time sizing me up much like a cat toying with a mouse. Snapping his fingers as if remembering something important, he said, "I've seen you around. You drive the red Bimmer. The ragtop." He rubbed his chin.
 
Ice water flowed through my veins. He knew what I drove. Did he know where I lived?
 
"What's your old man do for a living anyway?"
 
My mind played a scene-by-scene footage of him stuffing a gag in my mouth, throwing me into the trunk of his car, and hauling me to a warehouse on the outskirts of our small Southwest Virginia town. I faced them head-on. I wouldn't tell them that my father, Quentin Milton, was the new district attorney. That knowledge was a hold-me-for-ransom death wish.
 
Keep them talking, Lauren. Someone has to show up eventually.
 
I stared him down as he grasped my chin, his hands rough and calloused and his grip strong. His hair was greasy, and he reeked of garlic and cheap cologne. My stomach tumbled, and I held my breath. Nothing he could do to me would hurt me worse that what I'd suffered the last two years. Nothing. "I asked you what your old man does? Now, answer me."
 
"He-he sells used cars."
 
Circling me, the three stared me down, reminding me of a pack of coyotes circling prey. "Used cars. Really?" he asked while I studied him, taking in his thick neck, watery ebony eyes, and pockmarked face.
 
A good look into those eyes and fear settled deep in my gut. He wasn't in control of his faculties, high on God-only-knew what drug. My current life's goals flashed through my mind. If he killed me, I'd never graduate from college. I'd never overcome post-traumatic stress disorder. I'd never break free from my controlling father and stepmother. And most importantly, I'd never fall in love again.
 
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Movement behind him drew my attention, and I ripped my gaze from him just long enough to see Antony Marcos approaching. I didn't know him well, but maybe he'd take pity on a lone female surrounded by three men who looked like they were out for blood.
 
The leader dug his long, dirty fingernails into my arm. I squirmed in his grasp, hoping to alert Antony to the fact that I wasn't standing there chatting. "Let me go." My voice sounded distant and full of rage, as if it belonged to someone else.
 
"Sergio, you heard her," said Antony, his voice thick with anger. "Let her go."
 
"We're just havin' a little fun."
 
"I said, let her go." Antony accentuated every word, each one a stand-alone threat. "You have no business here."
 
"But, Bro--"
 
In a nanosecond, Antony was in his face. "I've told you not call me that."
 
"Sorry, uh Bro. Not too long ago it was good enough for ya." Sergio challenged him with a smirk and a slight puffing out of his chest. "We were hoping to make a little pick-up here, if you know what I mean."
 
A nerve twitched in Antony's temple as he stared Sergio down. "Not here. Now go."
 
I stepped behind Antony, longing to run, but finding my feet frozen to the pavement as if by an invisible force. Sergio eyed him with open hostility. "Just because you go to college here doesn't mean it's off limits to us."
 
Antony took a step forward, clearly an act of intimidation. "Someone's probably already called the cops. It won't look good to your probation officer. You want to go back to jail?"
 
His gaze dropped from Sergio' face to his right hand, which disappeared quickly into his jacket pocket, but not before I caught a glimpse of a heavy gold ring. Where would he get such an expensive piece? Maybe he'd mugged someone in a dark alley.
 
Antony's eyes darkened and I felt the shiver that ran through his body when he took my hand, his signal for us to depart. "Come on, Lauren. Let's go. I'll walk you to class."
 
"Thanks," I said, my face warming.
 
I took a deep cleansing breath and glanced back to see the thugs headed toward the main parking lot. A sideways glance at Antony revealed a jaw as hard as granite and lips pressed firmly into mere slits. "You're welcome."
 
I'd secretly had a thing for Antony since a middle school party where we'd played truth or dare and he'd kissed me. Now, after he'd breezed in and saved the day, I really had a thing for him. Did he remember our kiss? My friends had been envious of me for weeks, and I'd loved every moment of discussion about what it was like to kiss Antony Marcos.



To buy her book, go here:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Something-Beautiful-ebook/dp/B00B3KYZAC/ref=la_B003F917PK_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358818335&sr=1-15
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Bio:
K. Dawn Byrd is an author of inspirational novels in several genres, including historical, suspense, romance, and young adult. Some of her favorite things are chocolate, sports cars, and her pets. Her hobbies include reading, writing, and riding down country roads in the passenger seat of her husband's Corvette Stingray. When asked why she writes, her response is, "For the simple joy of placing words on the page!"




To connect with Dawn:

Blog: www.kdawnbyrd.blogspot.com
Facebook (Christian Fiction Gathering): https://www.facebook.com/groups/christianfictiongathering/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/kdawnbyrd



Dawn is giving away a copy of Something Beautiful. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.  To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.



 
 
 
 
Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

9 comments:

Anonymous said...


I love this book cover. Thanks for the review. I would like to get my name in for this book. Thanks, caroline.
MAXIE mac262(at)me(dot)com

apple blossom said...

thanks for the chance to win

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Nancee said...

Thank you for the preview of Dawn's book. It sounds wonderful. I'd love to be entered in your contest. Thank you!
Nancee
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Teela said...

I know that you've given away one of K Dawn's books before and sadly, I did not win, but am hoping I win this time!! Thanks for having this blog!! it's a great place to read bits and pieces of books and see if we're interested in them (LIKE I AM WITH THIS ONE :-)and introduces us to different authors! teelayoung@hotmail.com

nylnestill said...

I am interested in PTSD, I was distraught to learn so many of soldier suffer PTSD.

Marianne Barkman said...

i wonder sometimes if i use race to point out a person, am i racist? i would love to win this novel, Dawn. Thanks for the chance!

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squiresj said...

I am very interested in winning and reading and reviewing this book.
jrs362 at hotmail dot com

K. Dawn Byrd said...

Nylnestill: Yes, it's sad that so many soldiers suffer from PTSD, but it can occur for anyone who has suffered trauma. I work in the mental health field and we see if often in women who have been abused by ex boyfriends or husbands and also individuals who have suffered sexual trauma.

Boos Mum said...

Sounds good. Thanks for the book blurb. This book is going on my wishlist. Thanks for the giveaway.

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