#BookTour and #Giveaway: Disturbingly Beautiful, by J & L Wells @lauraANDjudy

Disturbingly Beautiful by J & L Wells 
(A Paradox in Time #1) 
Publication date: November 13th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel

Could it really be possible that somewhere in time, the perfect paradox could be created? Does romance really stand a chance, could it ever flourish when cast between so many intricacies and broken lives? How could one person, Nell, a nineteenth century governess unknowingly cause so much devastation?

As Nell’s world opens up, we follow her on her complex journey, where she discovers love, loss and betrayal, and becomes forced to play a dangerous game from which there appears no escape.

An intricate family plot slowly begins to unravel in which she finds herself centre stage. She was never supposed to leave Haunchcroft estate … and he will do everything in his power to keep her there…

Could a possible rip in time be the salvation that Nell seeks?

“I find you disturbingly beautiful,” are the contradictory words bestowed upon the governess by her master.

Mr Buchannan’s infatuation is a shadow from which Nell cannot escape. The feelings he holds for her are not reciprocated, and though his lust soon turns to love, Nell’s feelings towards him turn to hatred. Dreams and a love of literature are Nell’s only escapism from the downtrodden life she leads as a governess in the nineteenth century.

One night, an intruder on the estate catches Nell off guard, but she gives chase; a decision that leads her through an opening in time between the centuries, where she finds equality, true friendship and a completely different outlook on life.

Despite using this to her advantage to escape the advances of her unwanted suitor, she is somewhat perturbed when she unexpectedly finds him at her side in the twenty-first century. Will love conquer all, or will time always stand in their way?



Feeling a pang of guilt, with hindsight it would have been better if she had not mentioned his past wife or Abigale, and she could not bring herself to face him. Noticing, though not making it obvious, she watched as he knelt before her. Nell shied away from his touch as he lifted her leg slightly, resting her calf in his hand. Leaning forward, she looked on with interest as he clipped curled metal blades to her boots and secured them tightly with leather straps, after which he did the same to his own.

With a happier demeanour than before, he stood and offered Nell his gloved hand, helping her to her feet. She floundered, rather unladylike. How I am supposed to stand? she wondered, with an uncontrollable sway. She felt the strength of his hands at her waist, and felt happier after receiving his steadying touch.

“It is a sport you know, and all the rage in London. My intentions are that I teach you to skate, and the lake is to be our ice rink.”

“But, sir, I can barely stand,” Nell gasped, her legs quivering beneath her. “And not at all if you were to loosen me.”

His soft words melted into her ear. “You must have no fear of me loosening you, for I shall never let you go.”

Butterflies appeared from nowhere, dancing inside her stomach. Mr Buchannan seemed a much more amiable gentleman than she had first supposed him to be, yet she could not help but remind herself of all his wrongdoings. She thought back to the day he had proclaimed her to be disturbingly beautiful; such sweet words he had bestowed upon her, yet at the time they held no substance. But even to this day, they were etched in Nell’s mind. Were his rash actions truly done out of love? Her knees felt weak at the thought. Her head met the clouds and once again she was lost in daydreams as they stepped closer towards the lake’s edge, which for Nell was more of a progressive slither through the snow than a graceful walk.

“You must trust me,” Mr Buchannan said.

Nell felt the release of her waist and then, in an instant, her hand was held within his own. She saw his hat become dislodged from his head and fronds of dark hair fall across his forehead onto his face as he stepped down onto the frozen lake. She could hear his sharp blades cut into the ice as he guided her gently. She could not help but stiffen, her legs mimicking a clock’s pendulum. Embarrassed by her clumsiness, she slipped haphazardly, falling into his great coat. Bowing her head into its coarse material, she attempted to hide her humiliation. She felt the weight of his arms surround her, his tender embrace shutting out winter’s elements.

Tilting her head, Nell peered up, blinking through a distortion of intricately fallen snowflakes, each adhering to her lashes. Mr Buchannan swept his fingers across her partially open eyelids, clearing her view and allowing her to reach up into the green brilliance of his eyes. She smiled upon feeling his gloved palm stroking her cheek. His touch was no longer an intrusion, and reaching up with her glove in response, their fingers interlinked.

A gracefulness was gained, as hand in hand Nell and Mr Buchannan glided a cutting of patterns into the ice on which the sunlight glistened. That awkward stance had melted away into a synchronised elegance, and Nell’s sigh was one of contentment. She held her head high, imagining herself to be a beautiful swan parading her finery, the surrounding trees in their fur-trimmed overcoats her admiring spectators.


Laura Wells is a swimming teacher, with a love of books, animals and, of course, Jane Austen. Once a national swimmer, she now runs three swim schools of her own. She enjoys spending her spare time with her family and two mad Shiba Inus. She lives in Staffordshire, England.
Judy Wells works at a school; in her spare time she enjoys writing poetry and novels, and spending time with her animals. She also lives in Staffordshire, England.
Laura and Judy are a mother and daughter duo; with Judy’s love of poetry and writing and Laura’s ideas, they work extremely well together. Time-travel and historical romance novels are their passion, and they hope that after you have read their books, you will feel the same.

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