Monday, August 25, 2014

Quick promo: Restless Spirits


Marilee Harper is desperate to find another job after she accidentally set fire to the home of the richest woman in town. Converting an old hospital into a B&B seems like a golden opportunity. But fixtures turn themselves off and on, and old baseballs fly without help. Stressed and aggravated, Marilee wants nothing more than to redeem herself, even if it means hands off her sympathetic boss! 

John Smith has every confidence in the bossy, strong woman he hired. She handled difficult customers at the bank and now she’s handling electricity and plumbing and whatever unseen force keeps throwing baseballs. Who can blame him if he starts to admire the woman in more than strictly professional terms? But when the angry, treacherous King of the Fairies shows up, can Marilee become his champion?

Excerpt from Restless Spirits: 

“So let me get this straight. Despite a bad interview, which you had a part in as well, I might add, you decide to give me a chance and then have second thoughts because I joke with an old friend? I’ve known Trog forever. Did you want me to just ignore him?” My voice hit a particularly high-pitched and sarcastic note. I don’t do subtle mocking; I usually go straight for flat-out yelling.

John must have realized that he tread on dangerous ground because he made a visible effort to recover. “That’s not what I meant. Of course you can speak to an old friend.” His nostrils flared as the accusation registered. “I just think it is very important that we present a professional appearance. It’s one thing to talk to someone and another thing entirely to flirt, even with someone you’ve know forever.”

I wasn’t entirely sure, but I think John placed extra emphasis on forever.

“For this business to prosper and grow, we need to conduct ourselves as professionals. Hotels are highly prone to developing bad reputations. I don’t want to be known as another truckers' stop on the highway. I want this inn to be seen as a resource for the college, for the town. We need to be prestigious, above reproach.”

I could feel my eyebrows crawling off my forehead and I didn’t even try to hold back my scorn. “Above reproach? Excuse me? Who just hugged whom in that forest?” 

Seeing the expression I couldn’t repress quickly enough, John drew back, offended. “That’s why I invited your mother to stay. Having an older lady around will help lend propriety to the operation.” 

John may have been going for high-toned, but he sounded positively Victorian. I couldn’t help it, I snickered. “I don’t think you need someone to lend you countenance,” I said, fighting to keep the phony British accent out of my voice. “You’ve pretty much locked down uptight, and if you think my mother is going to bring anything but chaos to this venture, you are seriously deluded.” 

“I know what I’m doing. I just need you to do your part. We got the place renovated. Now you need to get it up and running. And you need to do it quickly before the new road is announced. Once that happens, everyone and their brother will be trying for property out here. We need to be an established, viable concern, so do your part and stop flirting!”

I blinked a little as John’s voice rose on his last words. He was really upset, but I wasn’t sure what about exactly. He’d gone from yelling about propriety to property so fast that I was startled right out of my mad. John might really be under time or financial pressures, but I had a feeling there was something else entirely going on. The air practically tingled with the greasy electric feel before a storm. 

“So you’re worried that I’m a dangerous flirt?” I took a step closer to him, my voice going low and throaty without my willing it. Smoker remember? 

“You’re worried I’m going to damage your reputation? That I’m going to seduce you, perhaps?” I was treading dangerous ground here and I knew it, but I wondered, just for a minute, what would happen if I pushed. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who felt that little spark of awareness. Okay, I hoped I wasn’t the only one. It was a dangerous thought, and I was just in the mood to act on it. 

“I don’t think it’s unreasonable to want you to run my business in a professional manner.” 

John was so cute, standing there all gangly and awkward, boyishly charming and yet determinedly serious, that I couldn’t resist. All that awkwardness from trying to impress, fueled by John’s unflattering flirting accusation, morphed into an unholy temptation. 

I leaned in and murmured, “Maybe you’re worried that I won’t seduce you?”

About the Author – 

Kathy Bryson knew she wanted to be a writer when she finished reading through her school and local children’s libraries. She spent 20 years honing her writing skills on marketing brochures, websites, and several unfinished manuscripts before going into teaching and finishing a book with all the stuff she enjoys most – from coffee to love to Shakespeare! Kathy lives in Florida where she caters to the whims of two spoiled cats and wonders what possessed her to put in 75 feet of flower beds.

Her first book, Feeling Lucky, won the 2014 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award for Best First Book.

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Restless Spirits is a stand-alone romance, but it takes place in the in the same small, Mid-western town as an earlier book, Feeling Lucky - - National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award winner for Best First Book.

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