Thursday, January 8, 2015

Worth The Time by Laura Jackson

Back Cover Blurb:

Doesn't anyone feel she's worth their time?

Routinely ignored by her single mother, high school senior Lindsey Hamilton hides her loneliness behind a mask of flirtatious self-confidence that has many boys wrapped around her finger. However, during community service required for graduation, she meets a shy guy with a haunted past who barely gives her the time of day. Why doesn't he like her?

Then the father she thought had abandoned her before birth wants to meet, and she discovers everything she believed about him is a lie.

How will Lindsey learn to trust so she can realize that she has been loved all along?

Book Excerpt:
Lindsey floated up to her dorm room at Delton School for Girls. Racing to her window, she watched Tristan walk off campus, his gait confident as he held his cell phone up to his ear. She rummaged through her purse for her phone. Was he already calling her to tell her what a great time he’d had?
            Nope. Her screen was dark. He put the phone back into his pocket and cleared the gate leading to the street where his car was parked.
            After changing into her pajamas, Lindsey pulled out her journal from underneath her worn-out copy of Pride and PrejudiceToo bad I don’t have sisters to discuss tonight’s date.
            Lindsey smiled as she documented every moment from the time Tristan picked her up, holding flowers, until he dropped her off with a sweet kiss. Her face burned when she got to the part in his car. Dropping her pen, she leaned back against her pillows.
            There was no need to write down the details—she’d never forget the way she’d felt these last two months since the first time they kissed. Sleeping with him had been a small price to pay for the security of being loved. One she’d gladly paid.
            Lindsey canvased the ballroom. If the posters lining her school’s halls were to be believed, tonight’s Spring Fling promised to be a night to remember. Tradition ordered the girls to come to the party together, where the guys from St. Peter’s School for Boys would be waiting in a line to receive them.
            Tristan hadn’t called all week, and Lindsey had given up after he hadn’t returned her 18th call. Nothing in her novels had prepared her for that. Didn’t the shy, quiet girl get the cool guy’s attention, and then they lived happily ever after? He’d sent a quick reply to her countless texts, promising to see her tonight.
            There he was, towards the end of the line. He was gorgeous—his slicked back hair, his smoldering blue eyes that matched his tie. He nodded when he saw her, elbowing his friends who stood on either side.
            One by one, guys greeted girls, offering an elbow and escorting them to the tables that outlined the dance floor. Still Tristan stood, not making his way to Lindsey.
            She clutched her dress, the one she’d found after spending five Saturdays in local consignment stores looking for the perfect blend. Whimsical yet unique. Covered with soft pink lace, the dress was a classic 50s style with a sweetheart neckline and a cinched waist that fit perfectly. Her brown hair was tied back in a soft side bun, a few strands curled to surround her face.
            She looked perfect. For the first time in her life, she had been complimented by the girls in her class as they boarded the bus to the party.
            When all the other girls had been seated, Tristan stood in the middle of the dance floor, offering his hand.
“Saved the best for last,” he whispered before his lips caressed her cheek. He led her to the table where his friends sat.
            John, a guy Lindsey had seen on Tristan’s photo-sharing feed, raised his glass in a toast after the meal was finished. “To the happy little couple, Tristan and Lindsey.”
The rest of the table snorted as Tristan punched his friend on the arm.
            “Thanks!” Lindsey lifted her glass, but no one else raised theirs to touch hers. The girls at the table stared at their plates. “Wait, what’s going on?”
            John stood. “I didn’t think he could do it, but he did.” He slapped a 100-dollar bill on the table before taking his date’s hand and leading her to the crowd that was forming in the center of the dance floor. The other guys did the same.
            Tristan stood and quickly gathered the money, his gaze not meeting Lindsey’s.
Lindsey stood and grabbed his arm. “What’s going on? Tell me now!”
She blinked back tears as the room seemed to go silent.
            “Look, when we met… It was a bet.”
            Lindsey took a step back, bumping into her chair. She clutched the back of it until she sank into its seat. She could no longer blink fast enough to hold back the tears.

           The crowd shifted back towards their table, cell phones poised to video the moment. John came back, all too eager to explain. “We saw you at the library. You were walking with your nose stuck in a book—didn’t even hear us calling out to you.”
            But she had. The librarian had put a new book on hold for her, and she couldn’t wait to get back to her dorm room to start it. The boys’ jeers had to have been for someone else—guys never noticed her. She’d turned back to her book, entering a world where nice girls got the cute guys. A world opposite her own. “Y’all were talking to me?”
            “But you blew us off—first time Tristan ever got ignored by a girl. So, we bet Mr. ‘Ladies Man’ Tristan 100 bucks he couldn’t get you to come to the Spring Fling with him. Five hundred if he could get you into bed.”
            Lindsey stood. “But, how?” She turned to Tristan. “Why?”
            “Of course,” John interrupted, “we required photograph evidence, which Tristan so graciously provided.”
            Lindsey held her hands to her stomach. “You won’t get away with this.”
            Tristan finally spoke. “You had to know it wasn’t serious. We’ve only been out a few—”
            Her hand flew out, slapping his cheek. He took a step back, rubbing his cheek. “I’m sorry you found out this way. But don’t worry, the pictures are just of afterwards, nothing graphic.” 
            As if that made it better. She slapped him again, her hand shaking too much to do much damage. Tears streamed down her face as she raced out of the room. Never again. Never again will I let some guy do this to me.
            Rage fueled her for the next three weeks. Three weeks of mocking giggles when she walked into a classroom. Three weeks of leaving her dorm room only for class. Three weeks of shredding pictures that girls posted on her dorm room door—pictures Tristan had distributed to what seemed like the entire freshman classes at both schools.

            Three weeks of hell until her mother finally let her come home to Houston for the summer, where the old Lindsey died and the new one emerged from a battered cocoon with beautiful steel wings. 


Author Bio: Laura Jackson loves books--reading and writing them. A life-long reader, Laura studied English in college and taught 7th grade language arts before earning her Master's degree and becoming a school librarian. Now, she spends her days sharing great books with kids and her evenings writing books about teenage girls discovering God and His plan for their lives.

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Laura Jackson is giving away a copy of Worth The Time. 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 may enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post. (It's not too late to go back and leave a comment on yesterday's post)


Carol Q. said...

wow this sounds so much like my life. would love to read this thanks for this chance

Deanna Stevens said...

Interesting story. I would enjoy reading this...
dkstevensneAT outlook DoTCoM

Anonymous said...

I recently got Worth the Wait and would love to get Worth the Time as well! Sounds like a great story! :)
sylvesternator at yahoo dot com

Linda Kish said...

I would love to win a copy of this book.

lkish77123 at gmail dot com

cjajsmommy said...

Well, you just made me want to slap those kids upside the head! I just read the second interview and understand that you are showing us in this book why Lindsey became the person she was in your first book. I'm very interested in reading both and hope that I win a copy of this one. cjajsmommy (at) gmail (dot) com
(Deb R.)

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the give-away Laura. This reminds me of one of my daughters. The older one was very pretty, but when their middle school had dances on Friday nights for the kids, she was one of the wall flowers. Her sister two years younger was always dancing and had friends come to the house to go fishing where there was a creek in town. She wasn't allowed to date yet but had several boys waiting for her to become 16. It w3as sad for the older one. Just decided it was the difference in their personalities. The younger had lots of boy friends as soon as she started Kindergarten tho I would love to win this book.
Thanks, Maxie > mac262(at)me(dot)com <

karenk said...

thanks for the chance to read Laura's latest novel.

kmkuka at yahoo dot com

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