Please help us welcome Kathy Bosman to the blog this week. Kathy is here to share her Sweet Romance, Cat Therapy. Welcome, Kathy! We are all excited to hear about Cat Therapy.
Q&A with Kathy Bosman:
Where is your favorite place to write?
I love to write with pen and paper, sitting outside in the sun in my garden, if it’s not too hot. But sometimes it’s more practical to work on the computer.
What inspires you as an author?
My own life experiences, my dreams and desires, and life in general.
Why do you write romance and why your genre of romance?
I write romance because that’s what flows, what comes out of me. It seems to be my default setting. Even during the last few years, where I was disillusioned by romance in my own life, I still loved to write it. I write about the type of partner I’d want to have. I have changed genres over the years as I’ve evolved as a person. At the moment, I write what works for my story and my characters. Cat Therapy is a sweet romance because the story is about a snippet in a woman’s life that doesn’t just show her romantic adventure, but other areas where she grows and learns, although the romance is the main theme. The sexual side of her relationship isn’t highlighted in this book. But sometimes I do put more emphasis on that part and write steamier romances. I have also dabbled in light fantasy romances.
What are you working on next and when can we expect to see it?
I am writing Book Two of a two-part series. Book One has been contracted, but it will probably only come out toward the end of the year. Book Two is a romance involving the best friend of my heroine in Book One. The books are set on farms in California.
What would you do if you couldn’t write?
I would feel lost. It’s who I am and one of the most important purposes of my being.
How do you spend your free time?
I enjoy gardening, spending time in nature, playing with tarot cards, going line-dancing, and spending time with family and friends.
How do you, your friends and your fans encourage you when you need a pick-me-up?
I have some special writer friends who have always believed in my books. I’ve gone through a few moments where I’ve considered giving up. But I love writing too much. Even if my books don’t sell, I can’t stop writing. It’s in my blood.
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About Cat Therapy:
Cat Therapy is a tender and funny women’s fiction and romance novel about healing, love, and cats—lots of them!
Two-times divorcée Cherry Smith is quite happy with single life. Well, a little lonely at times—until she gets given four more cats to add to her two. When the kitten needs some shots, she visits the new vet in town. Dr. Jeff Clark turns out to be even more handsome than what she’s heard. But Cherry can’t let him distract her—she’s been burned too many times by attractive men. Jeff makes her feel uncomfortable, especially when he seems to disapprove of her having six cats. To pacify him, she tells him that she’s running a cat therapy hotel. As she ponders the lie, she realizes what a fantastic idea it is, especially since she has to move out of her home. With the help of her friend Delia, they set up a bed-and-breakfast facility.
People come from far and wide to enjoy the love of her cats, including a gentle widower named Seb, who needs help with his grieving son. Maybe she should rather date Seb. He’d make the perfect husband. And, much to her irritation, Jeff keeps checking up on her cat therapy hotel. How can she get rid of him? When Cherry is swept away by the trials and joys of her cat therapy hotel, she has to learn what she wants most in life and the true meaning of love and friendship.
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Excerpt from Cat Therapy:
While waiting for the doctor, she opened the carrier and brought Beppi out. The kitten sank its claws into her shoulder. “Ouch.”
“Someone nervous?”
Cherry turned to see the face that matched the deep voice. Her mouth refused to move. Handsome just didn’t describe Dr. Clark well enough. No words could adequately depict the man in his blue coat, sporting ridiculously cute dimples as he gave her a genuine smile.
“Did she get your tongue, too?” he teased.
She cleared her throat, partly to warn herself not to be sucked in, but mostly to let him know she wasn’t some stupid, fawning, single woman anxious to scoop up the new man in town before anyone else got him. She was beyond that now—independent and determined to make a life for herself, and her cats.
“My kitten, Beppi, needs her shots, please.”
He moved behind the cool, shiny metal of his treatment table and reached his arms out for Beppi. “Hasn’t she had any yet?”
“No.” Cherry shook her head and handed Beppi to him. The gentleness with which he took the cat unnerved her. The cat yowled a little, then settled in his arms. He gave Beppi a quick stroke.
“Aren’t you a spitfire and a sweet thing all rolled up into one?”
Something hot and warm settled in the middle of her gut and radiated toward her heart.
Maybe the stress of losing her home had made her vulnerable to a nice man. She shook her head.
“She’s not?” he asked, surprised.
“Oh no. Of course she is. She’s gorgeous. She sleeps by my head at night.” Why did her face heat? Why couldn’t she act like a normal forty-two-year old—mature and beyond that sinking ability to develop strong and irrational crushes? “Well, it’s only been one night. She’s new. Eddie and Maureen gave her to me. And Maisy, and Blog, and Donald. Donald’s very quiet. He hid in my shoe cupboard the whole day. Maisy follows me wherever I go and Blog stalks Spotty, my dog. Something about the tail…”
He gave her a gentle smile, causing the impish dimples to deepen. They should be banned, really. Plastic surgeons the country over should be hired by the government to eradicate all traces of them in single men. They wiped away all sensible thought.
He placed Beppi down and within minutes, had administered all the necessary shots. As he handed her back and Cherry placed her back in the carrier, he came around to her side. “You sure you can handle so many cats?” he asked, a frown etching his brow. Despite the gentleness of his voice, she sensed a guardedness in him.
“Of course I can,” she said, but his eyes revealed his disagreement with her statement.
“Unless you’re running a special shelter, maybe you should look at blessing some people with pets.”
Something in her crumbled. He wasn’t so dreamy, after all. The guy didn’t think she could handle six cats. Oh well, she’d show him.
“I am running a shelter.”
“You are?” He looked skeptical.
I am?
“Maisy has special healing properties. And Toad, well, he’s always picked up on when someone’s down. Even though he doesn’t sleep on my bed at night, he’ll come to me when I’m feeling down. And he scampers up to whoever else comes to visit who’s not happy inside. Sometimes, the person can be faking it really well with a smile and a jovial greeting, but as soon as Toad comes up to them, I know straight away that they’re hiding pain inside of them.”
“I’m not getting you. You’re running a shelter for abandoned cats?”
“Oh no. It’s cat therapy. Haven’t you heard of it?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. The dimples disappeared. Maybe a good thing. “Cat therapy?”
“Yes, people can come to me for healing. Well, not to me. To my home. They will spend time with the cats and find peace and emotional healing. You’ve heard about horse therapy? Well, this is cat therapy.” Her head spun with the realization of what she’d just said. Where had the idea come from and why was she lying so badly? She’d always been scrupulously honest around her friends and even strangers. Now, this ridiculously handsome vet had reduced her to a deceitful woman. She needed to get far away. He was bad for her. She edged toward the door, carrier in hand.
Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog, Madison!