I’m so excited to share the cover of Caitlin Kerry’s upcoming debut novel…
- Title: Finding June
- Author: Caitlin Kerry
- Genre: New Adult
- Cover Designer: Carly Stevens
- Expected Release Date: March 4, 2014
Tell me your story June….
June thought she had it all. She soon found out how wrong she was. Her dreams of finding the good life were washed away when she was dumped on the sandy beaches of Mexico. Now back in Boise as an overeducated server, she doesn’t even know where to begin on fixing her life. But one thing June does know is the new guy at work is one to stay away from. Reece Day catches June’s attention, even if she doesn’t want it. Reece has the uncanny ability to always get in the last word, to get under June’s skin, making her question what she really wants in life. June quickly realizes that for the first time in her life, she finally has the chance to find herself.
Excerpt: subject to change in final version
Reece’s deep voice cut through my thoughts. “So, tell me your story June?” I glanced up to see Reece filling the last of the pepper shakers and moving on to the salt.
“My story?” My story. Not anyone else’s but my own.
“Yeah, your story. What’s the story of June Rosewood?” His gaze drifted up to mine, his face holding a look of curiosity, like I was a book he wanted to open, to discover what was written on my pages.
I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t know. I don’t really have a story. I’m a typical girl trying to figure it out.” His gaze on me seemed innocent but it felt like it was more, like he was asking me who I was and I couldn’t give him an answer.
“I don’t buy it. Everyone has a story.” Every time he spoke, he had confidence in his words, not in a way that was cocky but like he was sure of what he was saying and wasn’t going to be affected by my attempts to brush him off.
I shook my head. “Sorry to disappoint, but my story is pretty lame and right now, in revision. No one would be interested in it.”
This time, Reece stopped filling the salt shakers and focused all of his attention on me. “That’s not true. I’m interested in your story. I want to know your story, even if it’s not perfect.”
His words threw me. “Why? You just met me and I haven’t been the most pleasant.” Understatement. Oh, and the whole “incident” from the first day. All strikes against me. “It doesn’t make sense.” His attention never wavered from me even when I went back to stacking plates.
“Maybe that is why I want to know.”
I laughed. “Because I was a bitch. Sure, that totally makes sense.”
“Honestly, I think it’s a front, only a superficial layer of your story, and it makes me want to dig deeper. And if you don’t know your whole story right now? That’s okay. I don’t mind hearing it in bits and pieces. Tell me a tiny piece of your story June?” By now I couldn’t focus on cleaning the table. I moved around the table and sat in the chair, only feet away from Reece. This man was different from anyone I had ever met. I felt like a mouth drawn to a flame. His features were handsome, one of the most attractive men I had encountered. His hair fell in his eyes and his lips looked inviting, all of it inciting me. But what really got me was his words. His words drew me in, even if the rational part of my brain was telling me to resist. He cocked his head and tipped his head, encouraging me to tell him something.
“I…” I couldn’t even figure out something worthwhile to share with Reece, to keep him interested in my so-called story.
“Don’t think too hard about it. The first thing that pops in your head.”
“I like music.” It was true, music was a soothing balm when I needed a moment away from the frantic pace of life.
Reece nodded his head, like he approved of my answer, a content look on his face. “I do too. All right, a true music lover’s question. Which do you like better, the original Wonderwall by Oasis or Ryan Adams’ version of it?” Reece pointed up the ceiling and as I tuned my ears in, I heard the Ryan Adam’s version through the speakers.
I laughed and this time it wasn’t one full of snark. “Is it bad if I say Ryan Adams’ version?”
He turned in the booth, facing me. “No, not at all. Why?”
“I’m all for the original, it’s a great song but Ryan Adams’ version is haunting and at moments demands you to listen to it, but then fades again into only soft sung words. Oasis’s version is like an orchestra and Ryan Adams’ has as much power in the song with only a few instruments and his voice.” I was surprised at myself, the passion I had just spoken with. I looked over at Reece for his reaction and saw his eyes roam over me.
“That’s beautiful.” It was soft-spoken but his words crushed around me, the quiet of his voice leaving no room to hide from. I blushed as his words, amazed at what a simple word can do. He wasn’t calling me beautiful but it had been a long time since anyone had directed that word towards me. He continued on, easing the moment we just had, “I tend to agree with you. I actually heard the Ryan Adams’ version before I heard Oasis. I guess that version stuck with me more.”
“Where did you hear it from?”
His gaze went beyond me and for a moment he looked like he was somewhere else. “From someone who played a role in my story.”
He looked back at me and I sat there with nothing to say, though I suddenly felt pretty interested in his story.
About the Author:
Caitlin Kerry is obsessed with the stories we tell. Her love of reading and writing led her to accomplish a goal she set for herself at the age of seventeen. She has a degree in History and Political Science and is only a semester away from a Masters in Public Administration. Caitlin is an avid tea drinker, hopeful adventurer, lover of music and often finds the best medicine is the quiet of nature.
When Caitlin isn’t writing or reading she usually can be found enjoying the great outdoors with her geologist husband, always looking for the next adventure. She currently resides in Southeastern Idaho.
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