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Friday, April 27, 2012

Fashionista Friday: Kara's Blue Suit

Welcome to another edition of Fashionista Friday. Today I thought we’d take a look at a blue suit owned by Kara Cochrane, my heroine in Her Kind of Man. Kara didn’t buy the suit to wear to her sister’s wedding, but that’s what she ended up doing. Let’s take a look at the suit.

The blue fitted blazer is 22 British pounds at  If the name means anything to you, it was worn by Demi Lovato.

The purse is by Alaia. Notice the cutwork and studs.  Buy it for $1473 at

The necklace is so pretty. Buy this Tarina Tarantino piece for $153 at

Here’s an excerpt from Her Kind of Man that shows what happened when Kara wore this suit.


Is it possible she’s finally found Her Kind of Man?

Ross Williams has been in love with Kara Cochrane since they were kids so when Kara's fiancĂ© Brandon Miles cheats on her and calls off their wedding—Ross steps in to rescue the damsel in distress.

A heartbroken Kara just wants to get on with her life and hunky Ross provides her with a definite distraction—that is until she starts falling for him. Big time.

But a devastating family secret threatens to destroy everything that Kara holds dear—including her relationship with Ross.

Kara and Ross waited to be seated until right before the ushers escorted the grandmothers into the sanctuary. Kara hoped all the guests noticed her and guessed they did. For one thing, her vivid, neon blue suit would stand out in any crowd. For another thing, only a blind woman wouldn’t notice Ross, not only because he was drop dead gorgeous, but because of how attentive he was to her. With good luck, everyone would think she didn’t care at all about Kelly and Brandon.

It was one of her most memorable performances.

She held up well until Brandon and the minister entered the sanctuary from the side door, and she made the mistake of looking at him.  Her vision blurred. Oh, Brandon!

She bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying, but she couldn’t hold the tears back when Kelly started her walk down the aisle. As she furtively wiped the tears from her cheeks, Ross slipped an arm around her shoulders. His silent support made all the difference. With Ross by her side, she could get through this horrible ceremony.

Kelly looked good in almost anything, but today she glowed as if lit from within. Kara hadn’t wanted to like her dress, but honesty compelled her to admit it was beautiful.  The bodice fit snugly and had little cap sleeves.  Yards and yards of tulle flared from Kelly’s waist which was circled by a pale, green satin ribbon. Small green flowers adorned the full skirt. Her feelings for Brandon were written on her face, so Kara saw she loved him.

Her leg danced jerkily. So what? She had loved him first, and her sister, her own flesh and blood, had set out to destroy what had been a wonderful relationship. If she lived to be a hundred, she’d never forgive Kelly. Never!

Kara tried to tune out the entire ceremony, but when Father Duncan told Brandon to kiss the bride, a shaft of pain cleaved her heart in two as a deep, terrible sadness rose up inside her. It was over; he belonged to Kelly now. Up until the last minute she’d thought maybe Brandon would come to his senses and come back to her. Yeah, right. What a fool she’d been.  

Father Duncan directed the guests to the church family life center for the reception. As soon as the sanctuary cleared, the photographer started taking pictures.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kara muttered to Ross, but they had waited too late. “Let’s get a picture of all three sisters,” the photographer directed.

Kara froze, but Ross pushed her forward to join her sisters.

“Smile,” the photographer ordered, so Kara pasted on a smile.

“I want a picture of me and my girls,” her father said. He and her mother joined their daughters in front of the altar. Kara took satisfaction that her brilliant, blue suit clashed so jarringly with the wedding party’s soft green colors.

The minute the camera snapped Kara took Ross’s hand and hurried out of the sanctuary. She didn’t care if the photographer had finished with her or not. Enough was enough.

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