Have y’all read Beauty from Pain by Georgia Cates yet? If you haven’t you NEED to!
For those of you who are desperately waiting for Beauty from Surrender to release here are a few teasers:
Expected Publication date for Beauty from Surrender (Beauty #2) by Georgia Cates is May 30th 2013
(Taken directly from Georgia Cates Facebook Group- Beauty From Pain Support Group)
Beauty from Surrender Teaser #1
As you know, this is unedited and subject to change.
Jack Henry’s POV-
I’m bombarded by the smell of cigarettes and stagnant beer when I walk into the bar. The smoke in the air is thick –and so is the crowd of people around me– making it difficult to push my way through the throng of party seekers. The Martin I’m carrying adds to my difficult navigation as I bump shoulders through the horde so I have to apologize with each step I take.
Country music is blaring through the speakers. It isn’t live but my eyes still dart toward the stage and I wonder if I’ve come on a night when Laurelyn won’t be performing. My heart plummets to the sticky beer-permeated floor beneath my feet when I consider the possibility. I spent the day thinking about being with her tonight and I think I’ll lose it if I’m this close without seeing her.
Beauty from Surrender Teaser #2:
Laurelyn’s POV (Unedited and subject to change.)
It’s pouring rain – coming down so hard it almost stings hitting my face. I reach up to push my hair from my eyes and that’s when I see him. He’s getting into a cab up the street. “Jack Henry!” I shout at the top of my lungs but he doesn’t hear me. “Jack Henry!”
I run toward the car continuing to scream his name. I reach the cab as it is leaving. I slam my hand across the top of the trunk as hard as I can before watching it pull away from the curb – taking him out of my life forever.
“Nooo!” I scream so loudly that my vocal cords spasm. I drop to my knees there on the cold, wet concrete. I try to scream, and again, nothing comes out because my breath has been taken from me.
Please, don’t leave. Please, don’t be gone forever. Again.
The cab moves for a moment but then I see the blurry, glowing red lights through the rain pouring against my face and heavy lens of tears covering my eyes. I don’t have to guess at what it is; it’s the brake lights of the cab. It’s unmoving –and so am I– and then I see the backdoor open.
It’s my Jack Henry.
So who’s your Jack Henry?