This week's Wednesday Wonders features It's Called Feng Shui
by Kathy Bosman
About the book:
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?
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Excerpt:
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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