Katherine in Gold is the second installment of the Beachy Bride series. In this unique romance, we follow the story of Katherine and Holst. A tale of shaking off the past, embracing the future, and finding true love. **Can be read as a stand alone**
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Blurb
*Warning: this is a love story with sexual situations and copious swearing. It also deals with an inappropriate relationship between an underage girl and a much older man.
When Katherine Symes experiences heartbreak at the age of twenty, she picks herself up, dusts herself off, and declares no man will ever break her again. The independent, potty-mouthed Katherine makes no apologies for how she lives her life. Marriage, babies, and husbands are ideas she’s never even entertained. There is only one thing she’s never had the guts to do.
Open her own cafe.
The day of her best friend’s engagement, a stranger bulldozes his way into her life. Handsome, tall, and annoying as hell, he pushes all her buttons. A mutual acquaintance introduces them, and the stranger, Holst Rutherford, wastes no time in presenting Katherine with half ownership in a coffee shop he wants to open in Laguna Beach; he just doesn’t want to do it alone.
Can she put up with Holst to achieve her lifelong dream?
Holst moved to the coastal town of Laguna Beach with clear intentions: a fresh start, concentrate on his new business, and enjoy the beach at his doorstep. After ending a toxic relationship, he never considered entering a new one. But there is something about the ever-combative Katherine which makes him realize she could be much more than a business partner. She just might be the one.
However, she is going to need a little convincing
Excerpt #1
Just another few feet, I faced the green gate with the
awesome brass knocker and flagstone steps of Tori’s house. I knocked on the
front door of the Arts and Crafts home and waited. I was basically furniture at
their place, but they were newlyweds, and I’m no prude, but when you walk in on
your bestie splayed upon the front stairs of the foyer, her husband’s head
between her legs and his naked ass with a peek-a-boo ball sack greeting you….
Dude. You knock.
The door opened to Cam’s smartass grin, which said
everything without saying anything. “Kath,” he greeted.
“Coffee,” I returned, avoiding all conversation with him,
and walked straight to the kitchen.
I plunked down at the worn pine table, opened my phone to
the message from Goya so Tori could read it, and took a sip from the mug Tori
had just handed me.
I’d given several kickass—in my mind—housewarming gifts to
the new couple. One was a ceramic garden gnome key holder I’d had custom made.
Quite similar to the one that lived on my porch…Gozer the Garden Gnome (I loved
Ghostbusters.) Gozer needed a mate, and that mate, of course, was Zuul. Most
female garden gnomes were busty, but this she-gnome had enormous boobs, wild,
red hair, which lifted at the back to hide a spare house key, and a red dress
that left very little to the imagination…I mean, if you were into gnomes, you
couldn’t disagree this little gnome had it going on.
My other favorite gift was three coffee mugs: two of which
read, “My best friend is a whore.” The third read, “I married a whore” and it
was just lucky that Cam had a good sense of humor. Most people think the term
“whore” is either an occupation or an insult, but I used it as a term of
affection. I wasn’t even sure how it began, but I often said it to Tori, and
when I did, it came from a place of love.
Tori took a sip from her coffee and lifted her eyes from
the message. “Dude.”
“Dude,” much like the word “whore” or even “fuck,” also
had many meanings and uses. It was all in the way you said it. And the way Tori
said “dude” meant she was having the same reaction I had to the message.
“I know, right?”
I gave an awkward chuckle and rolled my eyes. I’d avoided
Goya all week, blowing him off with the excuse my new business venture was
taking up all my time. Yeah, I totally lied. And his message that morning was a
reminder, not only about his show, but an offer he made, which filled me with
terror, and a term of endearment that made me want to move to another state.
“He said the L-word,” she pointed out. “And he wants you
to move in with him?” Just hearing her rundown of the text message gave me
anxiety.
I decided not to let that show and deflect the whole thing
with humor. “Yeah. I’m just as confused as you are. I even thought he might
have sent the message to me by mistake.”
“Kath,” she began softly, “you’re not considering moving
in with him…are you?”
I almost choked on my coffee. “Did you snort a big, fat
line of stupid before I got here?”
Her eyes bugged out before she said with relief, “Thank
God. You’ve been…weird lately. I had to ask.”
Cam suddenly appeared with two huge hiking packs.
“You just got hotter, Cam,” I declared and leaned in to my
bestie. “How are you gonna do it?”
“Do what?”
“Hike along those trails and not ass rape him every chance
you get?”
She leaned closer, her fingers tapping on the coffee mug,
and confessed with total sincerity, “Well, we discussed it, and, after much
research, decided that anything I do to his ass will be in the privacy of our
own home.” She picked up her mug again and continued casually, “Besides, ticks are
a real problem. The ass is the last place you want a tick.”
Excerpt #2
Most people think the term “whore” is either an occupation
or an insult, but I used it as a term of affection. I wasn’t even sure how it
began, but I often said it to Tori, and when I did, it came from a place of
love.
Tori took a sip from her coffee and lifted her eyes from
the message. “Dude.”
“Dude,” much like the word “whore” or
even “fuck,” also had many meanings and uses. It was all in the way you said
it.
Excerpt #3
He looked around my bedroom for some weird reason, then
said, “Baby?” He dipped his head so he was right against my ear. “You aren’t
weak, and I’m sure you can take care of yourself, but I think it’s time you let
a man help who will make sure, when all is said and done, you have someone to
walk out of battle with at your side.”
Fuck, I was gonna fall in love with him, that dirty,
sneaky, big-dicked, perfect-mouthed, motherfucker.
Apparently, he got all that from the look on my face and
smiled. “At least you didn’t say what you were thinking out loud.”
Teaser One:
When I stood before her,
nude, my body wet with saltwater from the ocean, I wanted her. I wanted to take
all that attitude and fuck it away…her sarcasm, her filthy mouth, her passion,
her pain, and show her what a real man was. Katherine declared she was a woman
of her word, and I was a perfect match for her…a loyal man.
Always.
Teaser Two:
“I will treasure that
back-handed compliment until I take my dying breath, Katherine.”
“Keep calling me Katherine
and that dying breath might come quicker than you think,” I rallied, thankful
the coffee was bringing me back to my good ole self again.
“There she is.” He smiled
wide, and fuck him for having perfectly straight, white teeth.
Review:
We all have secrets some deeper that shapes who we become.
At twenty Katherine Symes has to let experienced heartache
and vows not t let another man in. She
has a potty mouth and does not make excuses how she lives her life. Katherine does not want marriage or children
and has decided to open up a café.
On her best friend’s engagement, she meets a handsome but
annoying stranger who pushes her button.
Later on, a mutual acquaintance introduces them together and soon of he
becomes a daily part of her life. Holst
Rutherford soon becomes her partner in the coffee shop as he offers half to her.
Holst has recently moved in the area for a new beginning
after a disastrous relationship. He is
not looking for a new relationship as he wants to enjoy the new business and
the beach. But soon he realize there is
more than just being business partners between them and that he has to convince
her otherwise.
Have you met Cameron & Victoria from Bride in Bloom
(Book One) yet?
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About the
Author
Julie is a Southern California
native, a fan of a really good story (preferably romance with a happily ever
after), really good pie (preferably pumpkin) and copious amounts of coffee
(preferably Folgers).
She has always enjoyed writing and at one time thought she
could be a singer songwriter...the 'writer' part is the one that stuck.
Julie is obsessed with pi...the equation(and the food).
She's allergic to cats and cantaloupe and hates mushrooms...so if you ever want
to give her a gift, those are out for sure.She currently lives with her own
romance hero husband and two boys in Melbourne, Australia.
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