Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Contemporary YA Clean Romance

Now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kensington PublishingKobo, and other online retailers.

A convict’s daughter should never fall for an FBI agent’s son, certainly not a feisty teenager like Julianna Schultz who is furious over her mother’s incarceration and the injustice of it all. But that’s exactly what seventeen-year-old Julianna finds herself doing when Cody Rush, the cocky son of the FBI agent who put her mom behind bars, moves into her hometown of Gilbert, Arizona.

Cody Rush—studious, principled, athletic, good looking and blond to boot—is everything Julianna hates, or so she thinks. Yet a series of ill-fated events one night brings them dangerously close, entangling the futures of two people who were never meant to be…

Excerpt—Photo Booth


We listen to the monotone voice reel off instructions. Four pictures. A light will flash before each picture is taken. Etcetera. How I ended up in this position I’m not sure. We both sit, staring at our reflections on the dark plastic and, no doubt, both stuck on the same thought that crosses everyone’s mind when they’re on this seat.
“Quick,” I say, “what should we do?”
A flash of light. Picture one down. Both of our mouths were hanging open, blank stares straight ahead.
We burst into laughter and can’t stop. A second flash. Picture number two: both of us laughing.
Our gazes meet and we pull ourselves together, his eyes never veering from mine. He leans toward me, coming halfway before pausing, his eyes seeking permission. I regard him with equal parts terror and anticipation, the intimacy of the situation whispering a thrill. He closes the distance between us and glides his nose through my hair. My heart rattles around as though this is the first boy I’ve ever been close to.
“Now smile,” he whispers into my ear. Even if I should be creeped out, forget it. My cheeks burn despite myself and I feel the corners of my lips tugging upward. A flash of light signals the third picture and I am totally seduced.

About the Author

Laura Johnston lives in Utah with her husband and three children. Growing up with five siblings, a few horses, peach trees, beehives and gardens, she developed an active imagination and always loved a good story. She fell in love with the young adult genre both through her experience in high school as well as her job later as a high school teacher. Laura enjoys running, playing tennis, sewing, traveling, writing, and above all, spending time with her husband and kids.


My husband was a special agent for five years, and while I’m sure he would have loved it if I’d written an intense thriller about Special Agent Johnston thanks to all of his crazy stories (sorry, babe…maybe someday!), I wrote a romance instead.
The convict’s daughter and the FBI agent’s son—I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t resist.
Soon, characters began taking shape. And then a certain photo booth scene that had been on my mind for years came back to me. For so long, I couldn’t shake the image of two strangers meeting in the mall at a photo booth. I frequently wondered why I couldn’t stop thinking about these two mysterious people.
The two characters now had a face, a name.
Julianna, the convict's daughter; Cody, the FBI agent's son.
Julianna doesn't realize who Cody is at first. Yet he does—Cody knows who she is, knows his dad put her mom behind bars. And he's into her. And Julianna is into him. However, Cody knows it won't last...as soon as she figures out who he is.
Add to all of this the fact that Cody knows Julianna is in danger and we have their first meeting, near a photo booth, right after Julianna gets off work at the mall.
Their story was something else to write, and I’m so excited to see it in print!

Be sure to add BETWEEN NOW & NEVER to your to-read list on Goodreads and get your print or eBopy copy on AmazonBarnes & NobleKensington PublishingKobo, or select other online retailers.

Monday, March 30, 2015


Oh my goodness. I can't tell you how excited I am. TOMORROW this book will be out and available for all to read. It was an adventure to write, and I'm looking forward to sharing this story with everyone. So today I going to share THE FIRST CHAPTER. Hope you enjoy.

A convict’s daughter should never fall for an FBI agent’s son, certainly not a feisty teenager like Julianna Schultz who is furious over her mother’s incarceration and the injustice of it all. But that’s exactly what seventeen-year-old Julianna finds herself doing when Cody Rush, the cocky son of the FBI agent who put her mom behind bars, moves into her hometown of Gilbert, Arizona.

Cody Rush—studious, principled, athletic, good looking and blond to boot—is everything Julianna hates, or so she thinks. Yet a series of ill-fated events one night brings them dangerously close, entangling the futures of two people who were never meant to be…

Preorder available on AmazonBarnes & NobleKensington PublishingKobo, and other online retailers.

Chapter One

Being the son of an FBI agent sucks.
I’ll admit there was a time when it used to be cool. All I wanted was to wear the suit. Flash the badge, catch bad guys, throw out words like “informant” and “counterintelligence” and wield a gun. All in a day’s work. I used to pin that gold paper badge on with pride, the one Jimmy and I laminated in clear duct tape so it would hold together. Those were the good days.
I walk through the front door behind Vic, my newest friend in this new town. We’re moving from Scottsdale to Gilbert next weekend, a difference of about thirty miles.
“Hey, bro,” Vic calls out, already at the fridge, framing the open door with his jacked arms. After witnessing the way Vic held a ball in a gladiatorlike death grip during our basketball tournament this week, I quickly assumed he could crush a human skull in his palm.
I started playing club ball back in third grade and I’ve worked my butt off ever since. Meanwhile, Vic dribbled around city courts. If you know anything about Division 1 high school ball in Arizona, you’ve heard of Vic Schultz. The guy’s a natural.
“Coke? Dew?” he asks.
“Anything cold,” I say, wiping perspiration from my forehead and checking for any sign of central cooling in this apartment, townhouse, whatever it is. It’s June in Gilbert, Arizona, and I swear these people don’t have AC on.
My eyes catch a wall of pictures, some framed, a few not, and something catches my attention. I step closer. A younger version of Vic stands surrounded by family: a girl with glasses and some serious hair—his sister, I assume—and a dad with blue eyes who looks nothing like him. Vic takes after his mom, with dark skin, hair[CE1] , and eyes. His mom.
I blink. Do a double take. I swear I’ve seen her before. Can’t place her.
A can of Dew spirals toward me and I turn just in time.
Vic has already polished his off. He crushes the can in that grip of his and adds it to the stack of aluminum and other junk on the kitchen table. Wire, metal, and bottle caps. Heaped up like a pile of trash on the table. But it looks intentional. Arranged, even. Art is one thing I’ve never understood.
Vic catches my stare.
“That’s cool,” I lie. I pretend to analyze it, like I’m seeing a deeper meaning in the monument of trash. “It’s kinda…abstract, you know.”
Vic lets out a whoop of laughter. Punches my arm. “You’re such a bad liar.”
I take this as an insult. I’m no habitual liar, but come on. This is a dis on my skills. I stare at the sculpture of crap again, standing tall and regarding it as though it was my own.
Vic’s laughing smile dissolves into an amused smirk. “You’re serious.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Vic cocks an eyebrow up, totally falling for it. Guess I’m not such a bad liar after all. He shakes his head and opens another can. “My dad’s a sculptor. Total loony. At least this project comes with perks. An endless supply of soda. So long as I save the can.”
“Thanks for this,” I say, holding up my Dew.
“Nah, man,” Vic says and waggles his eyebrows. “Thank me later tonight when we get a real drink at Connor’s. We’ve got the hard stuff.”
Vic is not my typical friend, that much I already knew. I’m the son of two ambitious and highly successful parents, raised to be an overachiever, if not a law-abiding citizen. My friends up in Scottsdale are the same. It goes without saying that no one wants to move to a new city—a new high school—the summer before their senior year, especially when it’s their last chance to prove themselves to college scouts.
 “Lakers or Heat?” Vic asks, shoving a pile of mail off the couch. He plops down and flips on the TV.
Either, or,” he clarifies, as though I’m dumb. “Comprende esé?”
I chuckle at his slang term of endearment, esé, like I’m his Mexican homeboy. Vic is half Mexican. Green eyes and blondish hair make me about as white as they come. But that’s what’s so great about Vic. He treats everyone like his equal on and off the basketball court, which is saying something, considering he’s number two on the Tribune’s Top Boys’ Hoops Prospects.
“I’m a Bulls fan,” I say, remembering how loyal my little brother Jimmy was to the team of our childhood home. “Suns aren’t bad either.”
During our tournament in Vegas, a few of the guys on our team started joking about a homeless guy outside the burger spot where we were eating. One comment led to another, and eventually the guy hunched over outside begging for money was proclaimed a mentally retarded fag. “And he’s got herpes,” Shawn said, which earned a round of laughter from the guys in return.
Not Vic. While the other guys pitched a porn card from the street into the guy’s hat, Vic—the big guy, the team’s revered power forward—handed the guy an extra burger. I followed up with spare change from my pocket. No one else saw. They were distracted by the bright lights.
“Your dad sculpts,” I state and glance around. Piles of junk cover counters, the smell of dirty dishes chokes the air, the guitar in the corner gathers dust, and the inside of the fridge is about empty. Details. Something I was taught to look for. “And your mom?”
I grab the guitar and blow on it, sending dust billowing up before I sit on the other couch. I take a swig of my drink.
“She’s dead,” Vic says.
I almost choke on the flood of Dew. “Sorry,” I cough out.
Vic laughs. “Nah, man, I’m kidding. She’s still kicking.”
I’m usually good at reading people. Vic is an exception, and I don’t like it one bit. I find an uncluttered corner of coffee table and set my drink down. Start strumming a tune.
“She’s in prison,” Vic offers.
I peel my eyes away from the guitar and focus on Vic. A minor chord teeters in the air as my fingers hover over the strings. I watch him, waiting for a crack in his façade. But Vic merely stares at the TV, avoiding eye contact like people do when masking how hard the truth is to admit.
Vic isn’t lying.
The doorbell rings. Vic stands. “Jewel,” he calls up the stairs after opening the door, “for you.”
I scoot some stuff aside on the side table to reveal another picture of Vic’s mom. I study it, searching for that hint of familiarity I saw earlier. At first, I figured she might be some parent I saw in passing at a local basketball tournament. Now I wonder, the idea of even partial recognition driving me crazy.
Someone runs down the stairs. I quickly slide everything back into place.
“Yeah, yeah,” a girl says. Vic’s sister, I assume. I tilt my head but can’t quite glimpse her around the corner. “I’ll take good care of Daisy and the puppies while you’re gone.”
The door closes and she whirls around. She’s wearing cutoff shorts and a T-shirt, her hair in one of those buns girls wear. She looks like she’s about to weed a garden or clean out a toilet. Still, she sucks my attention her way. There’s something about a girl who can wear grunge and strut around with confidence regardless.
I find myself sitting up straighter.
“Victor Jonathan Schultz,” she snaps. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” Vic asks, his eyes settling on the TV with obvious disregard as he sinks back into the couch.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“No, drama queen, I don’t.”
“How original, Vic. Calling names. What are we, in junior high? Oh, yeah, you did fail eighth grade. And I’ve been stuck with you in my class ever since.”
Vic is on his feet now, too. “Shut up, Julianna!”
“No!” she yells, impressively fearless at five foot five, maybe, at the mercy of Vic’s six foot three. I’ve already sunk back into the couch, a bit intimidated myself. Of her, not Vic. “You stole forty-five dollars from my underwear drawer and I want it back. Now.”
“I didn’t steal your money or your panties, tramp; get your facts straight.”
Julianna gasps.
I sit in the middle of all this, wide eyes ping-ponging from Vic to his sister and back. I certainly haven’t seen this side of Vic. Didn’t imagine this side of his sister when she first walked in either.
I wisely keep my mouth shut as Julianna digs one hand into her hip, her elbow cocked out at a determined angle. “You didn’t steal it, huh?”
“No, but now I know where to go looking if I need some.”
Julianna shifts her jaw to one side and narrows her eyes. “’Fess up, Vic; it was you. Who else in our family is a lying thief?”
“Mom,” Vic says.
Shock and rage tighten the small features of her face. That’s when I notice her eyes—blue. A shocking contrast to her dark hair and golden tan. Something about her eyes reaches through me, puncturing all barriers. “How dare you,” she says, her eyes glossing over. “Mom wouldn’t even be…be…where she is if it weren’t for you.”
“Prison, Julianna. Just say it. Mom. Is. In. Prison.
“Shut up!”
You shut up. You still think Mom’s perfect. She stole hundreds of thousands—”
“Because of you,” Julianna shouts over him.
Something kicks on inside me; shock for sure, and a gut instinct that launches my brain into action. Vic’s mom, a convict. She stole money. Lots of it. And my dad works in white-collar crime. I dig through my mind for tidbits of her story. And that’s the worst part. There’s a good chance I might know it.
I fling a glance toward the door. Even if I could slip out discreetly—which I can’t—I’m not sure I want to.
Vic’s last name: Schultz. Dad always uses the offender’s last name to identify his cases once they go public and he can tell us about them. The Miller case, the Baer case, the Howard case. I rake through my memory. The Schultz case?
“Well,” Julianna says, jerking me out of the chaotic sea of thoughts. She buttons it up, an invisible mask hiding her emotions as she holds her chin high. “Don’t forget to water Mom’s lantanas. It’s your turn. And don’t miss any of the bushes.”
Vic stands and puts on a mocking grin. “As you wish.”
“And next time you come back from a tournament,” Julianna calls after him, “don’t leave a trail of gym socks all the way up the stairs. This place stank when I got home, stank!”
She turns to the mirror on the wall and whips something out of her purse. Standing on her toes, she puts mascara on her eyelashes. Vic mutters something, whispered curses that peter out as he slams the patio door behind him. Julianna finishes both sets of eyelashes before I consciously realize I haven’t looked away.
She yanks out whatever is holding her hair up and it all tumbles down her back. I soak in everything about her. Her lips visible in the reflection of the mirror as she puckers to wipe some glossy pink stuff on. Her hair: long, dark, thick. It swooshes around as she straightens up. My eyes follow her hair all the way down her shoulders, down her back, and keep on traveling down toward those cutoff shorts until she spins around.
My eyes snap up.
I put on my best smile and offer a wave, a casual flick of the hand.
She snags her purse without so much as a glance my way and vanishes out the front door.
The water spigot outside lets out a high-pitched hum. I peek through the blinds. Vic sprays water at full blast from the hose onto the plants. Mud splashes up on the window. I seize the moment.
I slip my iPhone out and pull up the Arizona Republic news site. Type in Schultz.
Injured rock climber chooses to end life support.
Deadly crash in Phoenix, authorities report.
Too vague. I need a first name.
Dad’s a bit of a fanatic when it comes to details. Always told us that having an eye for key facts is invaluable. “Open your eyes”—one of his favorite sayings, always delivered with a wink—“See everything.”
My eyes settle on a magazine on the coffee table. I pluck it out of the mess and search for the addressee’s name. Jonathan Schultz. Dang. Then I see it, a corner of leather visible beneath the pile. I shift things aside. Bingo. A wedding album.
I pull it from the pile, praying Vic doesn’t pop his head in. Hoping Julianna doesn’t dash back for something she forgot. I flip it open.
Jonathan and Sonia
I close the album and slip it back under, my heart hammering a guilty beat. Snooping. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
My thumbs fly over my iPhone. Sonia Schultz.
This time, my query nails it.
Woman indicted on fraud charges. I scan the blurb. Sonia Ana Schultz. The hairs on my arms stand up as I take in the keywords. Arrested on charges of mortgage fraud. $300,000. FBI.
Clicking on the article link pulls up one last irrefutable piece of evidence: her picture.
I sit alone in the Schultzs’ living room, like prey in a den with lions who haven’t yet realized I’m not one of them.
The glass door slides open. I jolt.
“Hey, man,” Vic says.
I close the article and sit back. Relax. Fake it.
Vic shuts the door behind him. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah,” I say and stand, trying my best to smile. I slide my phone in my pocket, the image of that article seared in my memory, an article I’ve seen before.
I know Vic’s mom all right. My dad put her behind bars.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

BETWEEN NOW & NEVER...Getting Excited for Release Day!


BETWEEN NOW & NEVER Releasing March 31

Available for preorder on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kensington PublishingKobo, and other online retailers.

Add BETWEEN NOW & NEVER to your Goodreads to-read list

Check out this great review on I Heart Daily:

”If you were expecting a fluffy read because of Between Now & Never’s cover, you are way out of the ballpark. In dual perspectives of Cody and Julianna, readers are treated to a fantastic look into their lives, with so much depth, dimension, and growth. They have their own background histories, motivations, goals, wants, scars, and fears. As obvious as their attraction was, they both felt that it was wrong with Cody’s dad being the FBI agent who indicted Julianna’s mom. Add to that Cody being hit by a car the night they met and him forgetting what happened that day, except for bits and pieces about a drug deal and Julianna’s brother Vic.
“What I liked best about the book is how it didn’t focus on the romance but delivered it equally with the rest of the plot. The story had an air of mystery, as Cody tries to remember that night, but the reader knows what happened. We just watch it all unfold and unveil itself to its conclusion. I recommend Between Now & Never for fans of Katie McGarry and a bit of angst in their YA.” 
                                                                                   --Dianne from Oops! I Read Again

"I love how the characters live were intertwined before they ever even really knew it. both Cody and Julianna learn a lot about themselves and each other and I love books like that. they also each are faced with their own struggles to over come which in the end helps them find themselves, another thing I love."

Thanks for stopping by! Also, be sure to follow the blog tour hosted by I Am A Reader starting March 31st. Lots of reviews, spotlights, excerpts and a GIVEAWAY!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Less than ONE WEEK! I cannot wait to share this young adult romance with everyone. If you like clean romance with a bit of suspense and a lot of heart, add BETWEEN NOW & NEVER to your Goodreads TBR list

Preorder for print copies and eBook copies is available on Amazon and other online retailers.

"Ms. Johnston has another winner! I quickly became a fan after reading her first novel, Rewind to You. I'm still a huge fan after finishing this one.
Cody is the son of an FBI agent and is repeatedly warned to stay away from drugs. Shortly after a move, he finds himself in a sticky situation and has to rely on his instincts to get out of it. Cody seems like the perfect guy--he has looks, talent on the basketball court, and money. Every girl wants him, yet he doesn't let it go to his head. I really like the way Cody is quick thinking and witty. He is able to put people at ease and gets along with all walks of life. He's very kind and isn't afraid to ask for help. He was injured in a hit-and-run and his future with sports is in jeopardy, but he doesn't let it bring him down.
Julianna is very resilient. She often wants to do things for herself, yet she always thinks of others and gives, gives, gives. She has a lot of talent, is very smart, and is also pretty much alone. With her mom in prison, her dad trying to earn a living with art, and with a distracted brother, she has to fend for herself more often than not. Her mother's dream has been to be in a beauty pageant and Julianna decides to help fulfill that dream by entering one herself. Julianna just happens to catch Cody's eye early on, but when she runs into him at school, he can't remember who she is. That certainly doesn't stop her from doing what she has to do--tutoring him.
I really enjoyed the way Cody's memory came back in flashes throughout the story. I loved the way the chapters went back and forth between Cody and Julianna's points of view. I felt like the reader was really able to get to know and understand the characters more completely that way. I was completely wrapped up in the storyline, even going so far as dreaming about it. I could visualize the settings and felt that the characters were good friends. I love the way it was all tied up together, but I do wish a few loose ends would have been resolved, since I was left with a few questions. Maybe there will be another book? I LOVED the characters. Of course, my favorite part was the romantic situations. There wasn't an insta-love--it was gradual and natural, even though an insta-attraction was there. I seriously couldn't read it fast enough, yet I also didn't want it to end. I can't wait to see what Ms. Johnston writes next!!

Monday, March 23, 2015

BETWEEN NOW & NEVER Releases Next Week!

Eep! I can't believe the day is almost here. BETWEEN NOW & NEVER releases NEXT WEEK! Tuesday, March 31. Preorder is available here for $3.03.
When I wrote this novel a year ago I was pregnant and sick and moving from state to state and the list goes on... haha. I remember feeling like this day would never come. I'm extremely blessed to have this second novel out, and oh!--it was SO much fun to write. Cody's dad is the FBI agent who put Julianna's mom in prison. And then they meet. And go to the same high school. SO fun.

A convict’s daughter should never fall for an FBI agent’s son, certainly not a feisty teenager like Julianna Schultz who is furious over her mother’s incarceration and the injustice of it all. But that’s exactly what seventeen-year-old Julianna finds herself doing when Cody Rush, the cocky son of the FBI agent who put her mom behind bars, moves into her hometown of Gilbert, Arizona.

Cody Rush—studious, principled, athletic, good looking and blond to boot—is everything Julianna hates, or so she thinks. Yet a series of ill-fated events one night brings them dangerously close, entangling the futures of two people who were never meant to be…

Also available on Barnes & Noble

 A big thanks to Kensington Books for the beautiful cover and all of their support!

I feel super lucky to have had the amazing Janette Rallison read and blurb my book! She had some great things to say, and I appreciate her 5 star review!

Add BETWEEN NOW & NEVER on your Goodreads TBR here. And lastly, thanks to the early reviewers who have read, reviewed and offered words of praise. Here's what a few of them have been saying:

"So where to begin? hmm lets start with how much I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. I loved it from beginning to end. Plot twist doesn't even begin to explain what happens in this book. Like WOAH! I will not give anything away of course but wow what a great read..."   -Sherley Vazquez, Goodreads reviewer

"After reading Between Now and Never, I have a feeling that I am going to be hoping for a lot of sequels.
Between Now and Never is just as beautifully written and compelling as Ms. Johnston's first novel Rewind to You. I absolutely loved the characters, how two people from completely different worlds can find hope and love with each other.
Between Now and Never is a charming novel , filled with love , laughter, danger and intrigue. It will keep you on the edge of your seat.
A definite must read !!!"   -Ash from Lady A Literature

"This book had me from the prologue, in the photo booth. I love photo booths, and their one minute experience hooked me in completely. I couldn’t put the book down at all because I was engrossed…"
- Cathy, Goodreads reviewer