Roadtrip to Redemption - Cover Reveal
By
Laurie Larsen
Inspirational Romance
Date Published: Early May
Book Description:
It started out a trip to lose old
memories. It became a journey to find her heart.
Leslie Malone faces an empty, lonely
summer. Her marriage is over. Her daughter is overseas, living her dream. Her students are enjoying a
carefree summer break. What's the purpose of her life if she's not a wife, mother and teacher? The idea of
a roadtrip beckons her. Aimless wandering? Or inspired discovery? A woman of faith, she asks God for
His guidance, then does her best to follow His direction.
Hank Harrison is a quiet man, good
with his hands, but short on words. He's paid a heavy price for not forgiving his son for horrible mistakes made
years ago, mistakes with vast consequences. Leslie is an answer to his prayers, and together, they begin to mend
their futures.
Neither of them plans to fall in
love. Will the worst summer of Leslie's life become the season that redeems them both?
Excerpt from Roadtrip to Redemption
Chapter One
The manila envelope in her hands grew
heavier the longer she stood there, her name – Leslie Malone – printed on the front in black magic marker blurring as
unwanted tears threatened to erupt.
“Lady? Excuse me?”
She jolted at the voice. She gave
her head a shake, pulled a brusque hand over her eyes. “Yes. Sorry.”
Relief flooding the courier's face
was unmistakable. After all, the last thing he needed was a crying woman when he was just trying to do his
job. He couldn’t really help the fact that he worked for the biggest jerk of a lawyer in town.
He held out a clipboard and a pen
and pointed to a line. She signed her name and handed it back. He made a quick escape off her front
porch, down her driveway and away in his truck. Were those his tires squealing? Or maybe that was her
imagination.
She sighed and returned to her foyer,
closing the front door behind her. In all fairness, it wasn’t necessarily Tim’s lawyer who was the jerk – Tim
himself had that honor.
She stepped into her living room
and sank onto the sofa. No time like the present. She slipped her finger beneath the sealed flap of the
envelope and ripped it open. She pulled out a small stack of papers and flipped through them before turning
back to the front page. The contents didn’t surprise her. She’d sat through a full day of court, answered
the lawyers’ questions, shared a mountain of documents she’d gathered at her lawyer's request, and listened to the judge’s
decisions:
· Their marriage was over. Almost twenty years of
matrimony -- gone.
· They’ll sell the house and split the profits. And they’d split
up all the “stuff” according to the inventory they’d both agreed on.
· They’ll share Jasmine’s college expenses, their contributions
proportionate to their incomes.
· She’ll get half of his 401K when he retires, based on its current
balance.
· He’ll pay child support until Jasmine graduates and gets a job.
She sniffed and tossed the papers on
the coffee table. Her lawyer had been pleased with the settlement, especially that last point. Leslie would
take her word for it. At this moment, she couldn't care less. But was it possible their lives together had resulted in five
neat bullet points? What had once been a loving marriage and family, now was a bunch of legalese.
The phone rang and she
jumped. By habit, she rose and glanced at the Caller ID. She puffed out a breath and smiled. “Jaz!
How’s it going?”
“Fantastic, Mom.”
Her daughter’s voice always brought a
smile to her face. From toddler to teen, and now as a young woman. “Your semester will end before you
know it. It’ll be nice to have a break from school, huh?”
“Well, yeah.”
She caught the slight hesitation but
plowed ahead. “It sure will be good to have you home, Jaz. The house is awful quiet these days.”
“I bet.”
A tone in the softly spoken words
made Leslie scurry to find a new topic. She knew Jasmine pitied the state of her parents’ marriage. But
today was not a day to delve into it. Tears were too close to the surface at any given moment to tempt them.
“Have you checked with the diner?
They might need you to waitress this summer, and with me off school, we’ll have a lot of time together.
I was thinking of some fun things to do – plant our garden, try new recipes, maybe we can even plan a vacation, just the
two of us.”
Leslie winced at the forced cheer in her
tone and bit her lip. Jasmine would recognize it; she was way too sensitive in general, and too close to the subject
of Leslie’s destroyed marriage, to dismiss the subtlety. The last thing she wanted to do was make Jasmine take
sides, or to feel sorry for her at this stage of her life.
Although, with her dad’s full-blown
mid-life crisis, complete with a toupe, red Corvette and thirty-year-old divorcee girlfriend, the proper side to take was
clear. At least in Leslie’s opinion.
“Mom, listen. I won’t be coming
home this summer after all.” She cleared her throat and paused.
“What?” Leslie heard
music playing behind Jasmine’s voice.
“Something really exciting has come
up. An opportunity I don’t want to turn down because although it’s not, um, the best timing … I know I’d regret
it later if I didn’t go.”
A little hand gripped Leslie's
heart. She drew a deep breath and forced it out. “Jasmine, spill. What are you talking about?”
Her daughter’s words tumbled over
themselves. “A few months ago, I applied for a summer abroad program in Paris. I never, ever thought
I’d get selected because it’s so totally competitive. It’s a chance for college students all over the world to work
in the Paris fashion scene for three whole months. Go backstage of the runway, work with models, designers,
marketers, buyers, retailers. It’s an unbelievable internship and only the top fashion students are selected.
I really didn’t think I’d have a chance but guess what … I was chosen! I found out today!”
A weird buzzing filled her ears.
Leslie stood squarely on her two feet and yet, the room was beginning to spin. She slumped into the chair beside
the phone as if her spinal column had become a cooked noodle. The pause lengthened into an uncomfortable
silence.
“Mom? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” she finally spit out. “You
never even told me you’d applied for a summer abroad, honey.”
“I know. Honestly, Mom, I
didn’t think I had a chance, so why bother? It’s really an honor. It’ll be something I’ll remember my whole
life, and it’ll be great for my resume.”
“Okay, okay, Jaz. I hate to be
the voice of reason here, but have you thought of the logistics?”
“What do you mean?”
Leslie sighed. “The biggest one I
can think of is, how much does it cost, and how are we going to pay for it?”
“Oh, that’s taken care of, Mom.
Don’t worry about it.”
“You mean, you got a scholarship?
It’s a no-cost internship?”
Jaz cleared her throat again.
“Not exactly. I mean, there’s a cost, but it’s okay. Dad said he’d pay for it. In fact, he gave me his
credit card number and told me to charge the tuition and fees.”
A chill crept down Leslie’s spine while
goose bumps popped on her arm. “You called Dad about this before you called me?”
She winced. Not the most
mature of questions to ask – but give her a break: she was new to this divorce stuff. “One day” new, in
fact.
“Well, yeah, I mean … before I could
accept the internship I knew I had to be able to pay for it, so I, you know …”
Leslie nodded. “Went with your
best option.” Of course Tim would be able to pay for a summer abroad. His doctor’s salary loomed like
the Statue of Liberty, her own teacher’s salary lingering almost unnoticed in the shadows.
“Well …,”
Leslie detested the uncomfortable
silence but couldn’t bring herself to say anything cheerful to alleviate it.
“I’m sorry, Mom, but I …”
“No, I understand. I’m not sure
I could’ve helped you anyway. I would’ve tried, though.”
“I know.”
For the next few minutes Jasmine
chattered about the internship, the work, the classes, the travel. She was excited for her, sure she was.
Of course she was! She hoped she showed all the appropriate enthusiasm. But when she hung up, reality hit her
upside the head.
She’d be alone all summer.
Leslie closed her eyes and sat still, her
mind serving up an image of what her summer break would be like. No husband, no job to go to, no Jasmine to
brighten her days. Long days spanning ad infinitum with no plans. Or at least, nothing important to do.
What was the purpose of her life now?
What was she put here to do, if it wasn’t to be wife, mother and teacher? Prayers helped; she’d learned
that time and time again. If nothing else, she usually felt better after verbalizing her requests and getting them out
there.
Her spoken words echoed in the empty
house. “Lord. I know You’re there. Somewhere in all this mess that my life has become. It
hasn’t been the most stellar of days, and You know that. But come on, how much can one person take?
My marriage is over, my daughter will be gone all summer. Not even a job to get up and go to everyday.
Nothing, but my new monotone life.” She sighed. “Solitude is completely overrated. Give me
strength to deal with my new reality. Amen.”
She stood and made her way to the
kitchen. What on earth was she going to do with herself?
About the Author
A Project Manager by day in the fast-paced world of Information Technology,
Laurie escapes to her fictional worlds by night. About to celebrate 15 years as a published author, Laurie has
released eight full-length novels and one novella, with plans to release a new series, starting with Book 1, Roadtrip to
Redemption in May. Laurie has written in a number of romance subgenres: contemporary romance,
women's fiction, Young Adult fiction and inspirational romance. Her 2009 release Preacher Man, won the EPIC
Award for Best Spiritual Romance. Her new series, Pawleys' Island Paradise returns her to her award-winning
genre of Christian-themed love stories. Laurie is known for her tender treatment of everyday life with just a
touch of worst case scenario.
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