May I introduce: Kathy Bosman "It's Called Feng Shui" @KathleenLBosman

It's Called Feng Shui

By

Kathy Bosman

Blurb:

Renni has burned out from being on tour as the drummer of 'Eat Your Words.' When she visits Nolan's spa at Block Island for a day, she impulsively applies for a position as the assistant massage therapist as a means to drop out of tour.

Nolan is taken aback by the woman in his office with pitch black hair and body piercings. He can't imagine her working in his spa, but her persistence fascinates him so he gives her the job — on one condition — she gets rids of the excess piercings.

The attraction between Nolan and Renni is immediate despite being opposite personalities. Renni's fresh energy and charm draws Nolan as does his intensity attract her. Finding they have a lot more in common than expected, they fall in love, but Nolan has a secret and Renni carries baggage from past hurt. Will they focus on their differences or the things that draw them close?

Excerpt 1

The resort reception area was almost a clone of the one in the spa, yet with three indoor plants and a fountain instead of a large fish tank. Palms were potted in large urns sculpted like Greek columns. Minimalist was a good word for the décor — simple blues, silver, and white — peaceful colors and clean lines. Renni didn't have much time to consider the connection she made with Feng Shui and Mr. Richie's comment to her earlier, because he was the one behind the reception desk. Bracing herself for his usual glare, she walked up to him and smiled.

"Don't you take a break?" She rested her hands on the counter. Close up, he was austere but also uncomfortably handsome. Maybe his austere manner added to the handsome, almost unapproachable feel he gave her, like a demi-god one had to pay homage to in order to gain his approval.

A laugh wanted to bubble out of her at the image. Somehow, he didn't intimidate her as much as Peggy made out he should. She liked his cold exterior, because she knew it hid something brewing and bubbling beneath the surface. At the moment he was the perfect antithesis to the flirty Curtis. Maybe he was one of the many treasures Block Island enticed to be discovered. Also, she loved that he didn't idolize her like other men did. He couldn't care less if her band had won an American Music Award for Favorite Rock Band or reached the top of the charts.

"Your hair's still black."

"Donna did a good job, didn't she?"

"At least it's not as black."

She laughed and then took a breath. The exhaustion of the last few months still wanted to take away her laughter and her oxygen. It weighed heavy on her, and she suddenly didn't feel like fighting with her new boss.

"I'd like a room, please."

"We only have one available. We're fully booked."

"I'll take it."

He froze for a moment, his eyes large, and then he put on a professional smile. "It's next to the penthouse suite on the top floor."

"Um…do you live here?"

"In the penthouse suite."

Figures. The man doesn't fancy being near to me. Too bad. I need to rest. For a long time.

"How much?"

He gave her a figure. Oh well, her savings would be seriously reduced. She sincerely hoped she would soon find a rental home on the island.

"But it's in terrible disrepair. I haven't allowed anyone in there for months it's in such a bad state. So, I won't charge you anything to stay there."

"Oh, thanks."

He grunted. "You probably won't say thanks when you see it. I'll fix it up for you."

"You don't have to."

"I should." He focused on a computer screen and input something with lightning-fast finger-work.

Okay, maybe Peggy was right. He did have good inside. Buried deep inside.

"You're very kind."

He jerked his head up and stared at her, his mouth gaping.

"How come you haven't removed the metal yet?" The mouth transformed to a thin line immediately.

"Um…I want to do it in front of a mirror in private, if you don't mind. The room does have a mirror?"

Was that a blush? "I'm not sure. I'll have to check."

"May I have the keys?"

He unlocked a panel on the wall and removed a key from a hook. When he put the key in her hand, tingles ran up her arm. Whoa! She hadn't felt that way with anyone the last few years except for Curtis. Curtis! Did she have to think of him?

Author Bio:

Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three kids, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press (Clean Reads). She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years.

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May I introduce: @KathleenLBosman "The Dance of the Firefly"

 

The Dance of the Firefly

Kathy Bosman

 

Blurb:

 

Mix together a beautiful ballerina and ballet teacher, a sexy single dad, and a precocious-yet-sweet daughter, and emotions run high. Add racial and cultural differences, work contracts coming to an end, and hurts and memories from the past and sparks fly.

 

Rowena loves to dance but has ended up teaching ballet instead. When she helps out Cameron's difficult daughter, a bond develops between the two dancers. Cameron makes Rowena uncomfortable because he stirs up new, unwanted feelings which make no sense when he intends to leave Zambia soon when his contract ends.

 

Cameron can't resist sanguine live-wire Rowena who makes his daughter smile for the first time in years. But can he risk his heart again when memories of his late wife come back to haunt him? And Rowena has a lot more at stake in giving her all.

 


 

Excerpt

 

She'd expected him to disappear. Instead, she jumped as a shadow appeared in front of her. The man stood a foot from her. Close up, his presence seemed to permeate her. For a brief moment, her gnawing sorrow vanished, and attraction surged in like a current of potent goodness. His features were clear-cut yet contrasting: bronzed skin against almost ginger hair. It could pass for golden brown. Speckles of day-old matching beard. Light brown eyes like the earth near Lake Kariba. Sturdy posture, straight and purposeful. Broad shoulders. Strength she could rely on at this time.

She pushed the crazy thoughts away.

His expression had changed to almost lost. Patience settled upon her, sweet and refreshing after days of pure irritation at everything that moved.

"Maybe you could help Jamey."

"I'm sorry?"

He raked his fingers through his hair. There was anxiety there. Suffering. She took her leg down to give him her full attention.

"What could I do?"

"You could give her extra lessons."

"I'm full up already, Mr. Hosking. I don't have time…."

"Jamey loves to dance. Her late mother was a ballet dancer. It's her only connection with her."

Late mother! Rowena's lungs drained of air. Oh, how she could identify with her pain. Although her mother's death was recent, only six days ago, and she wasn't a child, she suddenly wanted to hug Jamey and fill her heart with love to take away the lonely hopelessness. How could she have been so impatient with the child? No wonder she was so restless. The recital had become more important than the children. Creating a good image for her studio to increase the size of her classes had taken precedence over putting something into the ones she had.

He peered into her frozen face. "I'll pay you double the price of a normal lesson. Please."

She nodded. "I will. Of course."

He instinctively grabbed her hand. "You won't regret it. Jamey's a very bright child, and she's crazy about you."

Her insides shuddered, and her toes curled at the simple contact. His hand was warm, and he squeezed a little too hard, but suddenly she wished he would keep it there. But he didn't.

"Really?"

He laughed. "Yes. She says you're so beautiful, like her mommy. You do look a bit like her." His eyes became dreamy and distant, as though a lifetime of memories passed through his mind.

A pang shot through her. Imagine a man like him loving her with the intensity he directed toward his late wife? What a selfish thought. He was still grieving.

After supper, Jamey pulled Rowena down the passage.

"Wow," she said. "What a pretty room." She wasn't just saying it. Cameron had put everything into his daughter's space: Disney Princess curtains and matching duvet set, with fluffy soft toys displayed on floating shelves shaped as crowns. In the corner sat a four-poster, with a pink net cascading down the sides, a requirement in Zambia to keep malaria mosquitoes away at night. The nets were inconvenient, but Cameron had used hers to add a dreamy effect.

"Even your mosquito net has lacy edges," she said, picking up a corner and fingering the sturdy lace. "Where did you get it?"

"My daddy asked a lady to make it girly."

"He's very kind."

"Look at my Barbie dolls. I have three ballerina ones. This one…." Her voice went quiet, almost reverent. "My mommy bought me this one a few months before she died. Her legs and arms bend, and she has a second pair of ballet shoes. Some black ones."

"Now that's pretty. I love black ballet shoes."

"Really?"

"I did my first principal role with black ballet shoes. I was the bad witch in a show we danced in."

Jamey stared at her. "Why did you want to be the witch?"

She suppressed a laugh. "I didn't want to be a bad person, but the role was the hardest, and I considered it a privilege to be chosen."

"Did you get a curtain call?"

"We all did. My teacher did a great job in writing the story and choreographing the ballet steps for us. The dance was so popular, we even did it in front of the president of Zambia."

"Wow. My mommy used to dance in front of thousands of people. She was very popular."

"What was her name?"

"She used her old name for her ballet name. Samantha Palmer."

"Oh." Rowena swallowed a lump in her throat. Samantha Palmer had been a well-known prima ballerina who danced for the South African Ballet Theatre, now called the South African Msanzi Ballet Company. She should know. She'd tried to get in there, with no success. Samantha had been one of her idols. The most graceful, delicate dancer she'd ever watched. Her role in Romeo and Juliet had been the highlight of her career, giving her international recognition. That had been five years ago. How long ago had she died? How had she died?

"Your mommy was a very talented dancer. You must have inherited some of her talent."

"You think so?" Jamey asked. "It's hard, though."

"What?"

"Trying to dance like her."

Her breath hitched. The girl had a difficult act to follow.

"You don't have to dance like her. You must dance your own way. Everyone has his or her own style. You need to work on your strengths and concentrate on what you can do."

Jamey nodded. "But Daddy misses watching Mommy. I've seen him play her ballets on the DVD player all through the night. If I could dance like her, maybe Daddy would be happy again."

She suppressed a gasp. No wonder the kid had hated her ballet lessons. The pressure had been enormous on her.

"Your daddy is happy with you being a child and having fun. You don't have to be too serious with your ballet, yet. It takes years to learn how to dance like your mother did."

She nodded, her lips quivering.

"Your mommy would have wanted you to enjoy ballet. She wouldn't want it to be something hard and too serious."

"I suppose."

"And it's not your mommy's ballet Daddy misses," she said, taking Jamey into her arms and giving her a tight squeeze. "It's her company at home. He watches her so he can remember her as a person."

Jamey's face was wet with tears.

"I'm sorry your mommy died." Rowena wiped a tear away with her hand. "My mommy died a few days ago. I miss her so much." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can imagine how you must miss her, being a kid."

"I do."

"But your daddy loves you whole bunches. He cares for you deeply."

Jamey jumped off her lap and grabbed a puzzle. "This is my favorite. It's of a hedgehog and a mole."

"It's cute." Rowena was relieved to get away from the difficult subject of her deceased mother. She couldn't bear to see how much it hurt Jamey not to have her mother with her. As much as she hated being without her mom, at least she'd had her growing up.

"We can make the jigsaw on the table in the lounge while the others watch rugby. I can hear them all cheering in there." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone, but I hate rugby."

The girl giggled. "Me, too."

She linked pinky fingers with Jamey. "Perfect. Then we can build the picture together and pretend to watch. Okay?"

The child nodded, the box gripped in her arms, her eyes shining. The smile came back, and Rowena let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. How could she become so attached to a kid so quickly? Something weird had happened. From worst student to tiny friend, a miracle had occurred. How could she push her new little friend away because her father made her feel uncomfortable—and too aware of her womanhood?

 

Author Bio:

 

Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three kids, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press. She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years.

 

Buy Links:

 

Decadent Publishing: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=1057&osCsid=psvv2pol3d6nv2hll70o53uja2

 

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Book Trailer:

 

http://youtu.be/kMaisR4H8cY

 

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May I introduce: Kathy Bosman "His Halloween Kisses"

His Halloween Kisses

by Kathy Bosman

My guest today is fellow Astraea Press Kathy Bosman, who has just released her latest book "His Halloween Kisses". The obvious question for me was about a Halloween tradition in South Africa.

 
1 - I love the blurb. How did you come up with the idea for "His Halloween Kisses"

The idea partly sprang from my own experience house-sitting. I also wanted to explore the idea of kissing a stranger and a relationship developing from there.


2 - Tell us a bit about Halloween in South Africa
We don't celebrate Halloween much here yet. Because of high crime, we don't do trick or treating. No one wants their kids to stop off at strangers' houses to ask for treats. I was very disappointed this year that there weren't any decorations or special Halloween treats in any of the shops at all. Last year, there was quite a bit so I thought it was starting to happen. Seems not. It's more popular in the big cities as they decorate their homes and have parties.

3 - Tell us a bit about your current project.
I've just started a book which will be the first part of a four-book series called The Album. Ella inherits a magic antique album from her great-uncle. It has the ability to show the future life of a couple - lights up with images of them together and how their relationship will turn out. For matchmaker, Ella, it's a true gift, but she's also resistant to love in her own life. She has three close friends, Pauline, Carol and Andrea who each take turns to use The Album. The subsequent books are their stories. Each one is mostly how they find love while using The Album as a matchmaking tool. 

Blurb:

Ali’s never been so scared. She’s housesitting for a colleague on Halloween night, but the lights have gone out, and terrible noises and crashes send her imagination into overdrive. When her brother’s friend comes to her rescue, he kisses her in the dark three times. Once back in the light, Ali is embarrassed at allowing him to kiss her. Byron tries to ignore his strong attraction for Ali, especially seeing he’s not ready for a relationship. When Ali finds out why, she runs away, but life has other plans. What can bring them together? Fate, faith, or the memory of his Halloween kisses?

 

Author:

Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three kids, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press. She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years. 

Website and blog: http://www.kathybosman.com/

Facebook author page: http://www.facebook.com/KathleenBosman

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Excerpt:

 “I’m not scared anymore,” she added quickly. He must think her an utter blow-over.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed her arm, and she so longed to receive a hug from him, take in his shape and drink in his warmth. He seemed easy to talk to, like the suffocating loneliness had leaked away for a brief moment. She hadn’t realized how lonely she’d been the last few months until now.

They sat silent for several minutes.

The wind creaked the windows, and another sound of something falling echoed from down the passage.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know.” She laughed. “Somehow it seems less scary with you around.”

“Sounds scary to me. I’m going to investigate.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Then I’m taking you home.”

Her face heated. Taking her home as his girlfriend?

“But before I do that…” He found her face with his hands and pressed his warm lips against hers. “I’ve wanted to do that for the last five minutes.”

“What about…?” He silenced her with his mouth, and she sank into him as he pulled her close in an embrace.

He jerked away, leaving her empty-handed and frustrated.

“I’m sorry. I’m being a total louse. I don’t know what’s got into me. If Simon knew how I was looking after his sister… I think kissing you seems to get my mind off all the horrible things like noises in this creepy house and work stresses.”

“Me too.”

This Week's Book Choice: Kathy Bosman "Three Tiers for Win"

 

Three Tiers For Win

by

Kathy Bosman

 

Blurb

 

Three Tiers for Win is a story of adventure, romance, and family passion that unfolds with the backdrop of the 2012 London Olympics. Elaine said she would never date an athlete as they’re too driven. That’s until she meets kind, yet intensely focused and ambitious South African Olympic swimmer, Winston Harper. He stands for everything she’d chosen not to go for. Win also has a bad family history which keeps him from opening his heart to her. When intense attraction and affection breaks through some of their barriers, family secrets and conflicts pull them apart again. Only Elaine’s support and Win’s brokenness can draw them back together, but will that be strong enough to wipe away the past? 

Excerpt:

Her hands shook as she spooned the mixture back into the food processor and he came closer to peer into the bowl. Electricity seemed to ooze out of his pores instead of sweat. She had a strong desire to rub the raised hairs on her arms.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’ll mix the baking powder into a paste and add it in.” Wish he would go away so I can do this in peace.

“Good idea.”

“Aren’t the guys missing you?” she asked.

“Trying to get rid of me?”

Her cheeks throbbed, and she steadied the dish she was holding with all the willpower left inside of her.

“I’ll only go if you let me make myself some coffee. The other guys are drinking sports and fruit drinks. I feel like coffee.”

She laughed. “Are you eating right for your training?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” She couldn’t help smiling. This guy was becoming more and more appealing with each minute.

“Ooh, there’s biltong.”

“It’s Mick’s. But I have some chocolate if you’re in the mood for being naughty.” Why did she say that? Now her face must be as red as a tomato because of the thoughts running through her head.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I grab some?”

She considered offering to buy Mick some more. The poor guy was starved. “What exactly did my brother buy for you all tonight?”

“Chicken salad.” The face he pulled forced a strange squeaky giggle out of her. She would have given her usual trill laugh if she didn’t feel so embarrassed and overwhelmed with strange feelings for the guy.

“I wish I had something else to offer you.”

“Come out to dinner with me. Then I can order a man-sized steak.”

Flustered was not a strong enough word for Elaine at that moment. She could swear the temperature in the kitchen was as hot as the oven and that the room was about to explode. “I have to bake a cake.”

“That can wait, can’t it? Tomorrow’s another day. If you want, I’ll help you with it.”

The guy was probably aiming to get into the Olympics team. They had two months left before the trials. He couldn’t be serious about giving up a training day to help some silly girl bake a wedding cake? That idea didn’t match the solid, oozing-with-masculinity man with piercing steel blue eyes, standing a mere two feet from her. She must be dreaming. Maybe she’d fallen asleep next to Peggy on the sofa, and she would wake up to find this all a crazy dream.

“I think a cup of coffee will have to do then.” He turned around and pushed the kettle button on. She hadn’t said ‘no,’ and now he was giving up. Her heart plummeted to zero in two seconds. She’d just missed the opportunity of her life to go on a date with the hunkiest piece of male on the planet.

What was she thinking? Of course it wasn’t a good idea. She wasn’t setting herself up for disappointment going with someone smooth and driven like him who would hurt her as soon as the athletic or model type woman came along.

 

Author Bio

Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three children, one a teenager, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press. She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years.

 

Buy Links

Astraea Press: http://www.astraeapress.com/#!/~/product/category=662245&id=28155162

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FE74K8M

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Three-Tiers-for-Win-ebook/dp/B00FE74K8M

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Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-tiers-for-win-kathy-bosman/1116975780?ean=2940148432197

 

Connect with Kathy Bosman online:

Website and blog: http://www.kathybosman.com

Facebook author page: http://www.facebook.com/KathleenBosman

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KathleenLBosman