About the Book:
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.
Book 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.
About the 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.
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