Tamara Leigh
Inspired Women's Fiction
PERFECTING KATE
Paperback: 416 pages
Publisher: Multnomah Fiction (February 20, 2007)
Genre: Inspirational Romance
ISBN-10: 1590529278
ISBN-13: 978-1590529270
Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Perfection.
Just when mural artist Kate Meadows resolves to embrace singledom and be unbelievably, inconceivably happy, it seems to be raining men. Hallelujah! ...Or not. First, there's Michael. He's the famous makeup artist determined to bring Kate's looks up to his standard. It's amazing what a few "cosmetic" procedures can do, but Kate's starting to feel like she's on Extreme Makeover, just without the TV cameras and someone else paying the bill.
Then there's the enigmatic Dr. Clive Alexander. Despite his insistence that Kate is perfect just the way she is, he wants to change her in his own way. So, what's a single, thirty-something woman to do? It's a tough call. For as much effort goes into improving her appearance, even more is needed to jumpstart her "on hold" relationship with God.
Prologue
I never asked to be made over. In fact, I was perfectly content with Katherine Mae Meadows just the way she was--twenty-nine years young (and holding), five foot seven (on tiptoe), 110 pounds (wrung out), and completely au naturel (in my line of work, who has time to fuss with hair and makeup?).
Yep, content. And the more I told myself that, the more I was convinced. Then one so-called friend commented on my shortcomings to one Dr. Clive Alexander. And the louse concurred! But I'll explain about the good doctor later, as he definitely bears mention.
Okay, so I wasn't content. But I'm not alone. After all, whose legs (other than those of digitally enhanced models) can't stand to lose a tangled web of spider veins and a tub of cottage cheese? Then there are wrinkles--as in wrinkle here, wrinkle there, wrinkle, wrinkle everywhere. Oh! And not-so-strategically-placed moles.
The point is: There's something somewhere on every someone's body that could benefit from some type of beauty enhancement (e.g., sclerotherapy, dermabrasion, lift, tuck, implants, liposuction). At least, that's the thinking I came around to.
So I guess I did want to be made over. Sort of. And it's all Clive Alexander's fault
Oops. Like I said, Ill explain about him later.
As for the beginning of the end of Kate as I knew her, it started when a makeup artist and his crew stopped me and my housemate on a San Francisco street and asked if we'd like to be made over for an upcoming issue of he
Changes magazine.
Tempting, especially as I'd recently cornered my reflection and decided that something had to be done to stop the downward slide of the woman in the mirror. Which brings me back to Clive Alexander. Again!
Anyway, call it fate or just plain chance, standing before me was the fashionably bald Michael Palmier. And he wanted to transform me, among other things. Turns out he's also a pretty good kisser, though not as good as Clive--
I digress. Or should I say obsess? Of course, I suppose that's my cue to rewind and begin with the night Clive entered my relatively uncomplicated sphere of existence. The night those unblinking eyes swept through me as if I were invisible. The night I took up residence in front of my bathroom mirror instead of cracking open my Bible. The night I excused myself from Bible study by calling the exercise before the mirror soul-searching.
Soul-searching--ha! Couldnt have been further from the truth.
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