About The Book
Title: Waiting on Justin
Author: Lucy H. Delaney
Genre: New Adult
Can everlasting love grow amidst never-ending despair? Best friends Justin and Haylee learn early on that the answer is yes. Their parents would rather spend time drinking and partying than raising children, so the two rely on each other for the care and emotional support they need. Over time, Justin and Haylee become lovers despite the age difference between them.
Theirs is a forbidden romance that would destroy them both if discovered.
The older of the two, Justin is more than a little rough around the edges. He does everything he can to protect Haylee from as much abuse as possible, but when tragedy strikes there is nothing he can to do keep her from being taken into the foster system.
The system meant to save kids threatens to pull the two of them apart.
Haylee begs Justin to run away with her, but the powers-that-be force him into an inescapable corner.
Blaming Justin for the distance that separates them, Haylee shuts out everything and everyone from her past - including Justin. She tries to forget him. She tries to replace him. But he is always there. So is her own addiction. When it finally gets the best of her, she finds herself utterly alone.
She soon discovers what Justin has always known: Their love was worth waiting for.
Title: Waiting on Justin
Author: Lucy H. Delaney
Genre: New Adult
Can everlasting love grow amidst never-ending despair? Best friends Justin and Haylee learn early on that the answer is yes. Their parents would rather spend time drinking and partying than raising children, so the two rely on each other for the care and emotional support they need. Over time, Justin and Haylee become lovers despite the age difference between them.
Theirs is a forbidden romance that would destroy them both if discovered.
The older of the two, Justin is more than a little rough around the edges. He does everything he can to protect Haylee from as much abuse as possible, but when tragedy strikes there is nothing he can to do keep her from being taken into the foster system.
The system meant to save kids threatens to pull the two of them apart.
Haylee begs Justin to run away with her, but the powers-that-be force him into an inescapable corner.
Blaming Justin for the distance that separates them, Haylee shuts out everything and everyone from her past - including Justin. She tries to forget him. She tries to replace him. But he is always there. So is her own addiction. When it finally gets the best of her, she finds herself utterly alone.
She soon discovers what Justin has always known: Their love was worth waiting for.
About the Author
Lucy H. Delaney lives with her blended family in the Pacific Northwest town of Leavenworth, Washington, nestled at the feet of the Cascade Mountains. When not tucked away in her writing room making up stories or standing in her cubicle in one of the offices of corporate America, Lucy spends her time with family and friends.
Along with her husband and four children, Lucy loves to be in nature: She can often be found on her homemade backyard swing, curled up with a good book, hiking the surrounding mountains or running country roads and game trails. A fitness enthusiast who regularly practices crossfit, yoga, and distance running, Lucy also volunteers for the Chelan-Douglas CASA organization and her church's AWANA program to help keep kids safe and smiling.
Connect with Lucy online
Twitter: @lucyhdelaney
Facebook: Lucy H. Delaney
www.lucyhdelaney.com
Links
Available on Amazon.com in Kindle and paperback versions.
Available on BarnesandNoble.com in Nook and paperback versions.
Lucy H. Delaney lives with her blended family in the Pacific Northwest town of Leavenworth, Washington, nestled at the feet of the Cascade Mountains. When not tucked away in her writing room making up stories or standing in her cubicle in one of the offices of corporate America, Lucy spends her time with family and friends.
Along with her husband and four children, Lucy loves to be in nature: She can often be found on her homemade backyard swing, curled up with a good book, hiking the surrounding mountains or running country roads and game trails. A fitness enthusiast who regularly practices crossfit, yoga, and distance running, Lucy also volunteers for the Chelan-Douglas CASA organization and her church's AWANA program to help keep kids safe and smiling.
Connect with Lucy online
Twitter: @lucyhdelaney
Facebook: Lucy H. Delaney
www.lucyhdelaney.com
Links
Available on Amazon.com in Kindle and paperback versions.
Available on BarnesandNoble.com in Nook and paperback versions.
Read an Excerpt:
The only thing I didn't like about my aunt after I got to know her was that she looked so much like my mom. I wanted her to have a face that was all her own. It was easier to look past it on good days—and we had lots of good days—but on the bad days all I could see was my mom, and I would take it out on her.
She was single and probably could have been called a spinster except that she had been married four times.
“Never took,” she told me once, smiling, over dinner at a restaurant in town. We rarely ate at home. Aunt Aerin wasn't rich like I imagined her to be, but she lived comfortably. She admitted to being “well-off” but certainly not rich; it was just that she was single for ten years before she took me in, so she had a lot saved up. She took the money the state gave her for me—every single dime of it, until she officially became my adopted aunt-mom—and put it into a college fund.
The only thing I didn't like about my aunt after I got to know her was that she looked so much like my mom. I wanted her to have a face that was all her own. It was easier to look past it on good days—and we had lots of good days—but on the bad days all I could see was my mom, and I would take it out on her.
She was single and probably could have been called a spinster except that she had been married four times.
“Never took,” she told me once, smiling, over dinner at a restaurant in town. We rarely ate at home. Aunt Aerin wasn't rich like I imagined her to be, but she lived comfortably. She admitted to being “well-off” but certainly not rich; it was just that she was single for ten years before she took me in, so she had a lot saved up. She took the money the state gave her for me—every single dime of it, until she officially became my adopted aunt-mom—and put it into a college fund.
“I don't want to go to college,” I had argued when she made a point to deposit the first check into her savings account with me in the car.
“Oh my, of course you do; you just don't know it yet.”
“No I don't.”
“Well, I'm not going to argue with you like a school girl; we'll just leave it there until you're ready to go, or until I'm dead, and you can spend it on whatever you want.” Then she patted me on the hand. I loved it when she did that, even when I was mad at her.
I wanted to hate her, and for the first couple weeks I tried. But like she said about marriage, it never took.
“Oh my, of course you do; you just don't know it yet.”
“No I don't.”
“Well, I'm not going to argue with you like a school girl; we'll just leave it there until you're ready to go, or until I'm dead, and you can spend it on whatever you want.” Then she patted me on the hand. I loved it when she did that, even when I was mad at her.
I wanted to hate her, and for the first couple weeks I tried. But like she said about marriage, it never took.
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