Thrills and Chills: Kathy Bosman's Latest Book Honors Halloween!

Ahoy, trusty readers!

First, I’d like to thank all of you who participated in my Facebook contest! There are still 2 more spots available for my Featured Fans (new monthly installment on this blog.) So, go on ahead and comment on my Facebook fanpage for a chance to have your 10 favorite books featured on the Internet for all the world to see!

What? You mean you aren’t a fan of mine on Facebook? Best go do that now: http://facebook.com/only.but.a.dream

I’ll post official winners and the Featured Fans release date next Monday!

But for now, I’ve some holiday cheer for you all! No, not that holiday (give me some credit!) I’m talking about my favorite,  Halloween! Costumes, parties, candy, tricks, and treats: what’s not to love? I’ve always been a huge fan of Halloween, so it’s only right for me to have my first holiday feature be about my ghoulish favorite.

This is also my first time featuring a book that is pure romance and for a non YA crowd. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to Kathy Bosman and her book, His Halloween Kisses!

The Book

You’d think a Halloween book would be a bit scary, right? Well, this one has chills of a different kind! It all starts when Ali, our heroine, is house-sitting on a dark Halloween night. Ali’s friend’s brother, Byron, makes things a bit complicated by playing hide-and-kiss with her in the dark. What begins as a spooky evening ends up one full of potential romance and frustration. Can Ali and Byron reconnect in the daylight? You’ll have to find out!

But for now, I’ll play Byron and tease you with this excerpt:

The TV made a fizz, and the light from its screen compressed into a small dot. All the lights in the house went out.

A power failure.

She sat frozen for a moment, unsure what to do next. This wasn’t her own home. Where did they keep candles and torches? At her place, she stored them in the kitchen drawer, and so did her parents in her childhood house. Wouldn’t that be the logical place? Blinking furiously, she hoped to find some light somewhere to guide her to the kitchen without bumping into something. Nothing. She couldn’t see a single thing. There was no moon tonight. Probably as overcast as it had been the whole miserable, rainy, windy afternoon. She spread out her hands in front of her and walked slowly, one awkward, terrifying step at a time.

In the darkness, the sounds were magnified. Wind whined like a strangled prisoner through every window, door crack, and ceiling board. Something tapped at one of the windows from the dining room. Tap…tap…tap. Probably just a branch from a nearby bush. It couldn’t be a ghost or a zombie, could it? Her quickened pulse didn’t believe any logical arguments tonight.

Images streamed through her darkened vision—pictures of real witches, zombies with bared teeth and deathly pale faces, and horrible creatures with horrific wolf-like snouts and sharp fangs. She shivered. For some reason, tonight, Halloween was getting under her skin.

And not in a nice way.

A crash sounded in the kitchen.

Her leg remained poised for the next step, but she couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t go in there.

What was that? Terror strangled her a moment, making it hard to breathe.

Possibly only the Bauman family cat, their little black and white tabby. A smile curled her mouth in response to the calming thought. Black cat—bad luck. Yeah, she sure was overthinking this whole simple inconvenience of a power outage.

Something brushed past her leg, something warm, soft, and silent.

Hot tears sprang to her eyes.

Need more? Here’s a scene-skip excerpt (also, here’s where it gets good!)

She felt his breath upon her face, heard him mumble something, not sure what. His voice was right by her ear, or so it seemed. The wind drowned out what he’d said, but all she wanted to do was feel him, sense him, allow him to take over her senses fully, so she didn’t feel any more fear.

Her heart went crazy. He was kissing her. His mouth pressed on hers, exploring her lips with such courage, such boldness, such impudence. How dare he?

She wanted to slap him, wanted to pull his hair, wanted to shout to him, “Get out! Who do you think you are?” but her body didn’t listen. Her lips sought his with fervor, with need, with joy. They moved up and down, exploring every texture of his mouth, the plumpness in the centre and the way they tapered out thinly to the edges; the moist, softer part just on the inside of his mouth and then horrors, she touched his tongue, just the tip, but it sent a swirl of pleasure through her, causing her heart rate to soar through the roof. She felt like she plunged the depths of mischief, of intrigue—kissing a stranger in the dark.

His hands brushed the back of her neck, and fingers ran through her hair. He stroked her wet cheek, oh so gently, while his mouth still remained on hers, locked in the sweetest kiss of her whole lifetime so far.

Should she pull away first?

She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.

She needed this. Needed to forget everything. The confusion of the last few months. The uncertainty. The fear.

Who Should Buy It?

Haven’t done this section in a while, but I feel like I need to clarify. While this is clean romance, my middle school fans should probably stay away from this book. Boys still have cooties, anyway, right?

Everyone else, however, should definitely go check this out! It’s one of those rare books where you have suspense that doesn’t scare you half to death! If you love a fast-paced, drama-filled romance, I highly recommend His Halloween Kisses!

Intrigued? Go get your copy of His Halloween Kisses at any reputable e-book store!

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Halloween-Kisses-Kathy-Bosman-ebook/dp/B00NLW3O20/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411038027&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=his+hallween+kisses

BN.com: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-halloween-kiss-kathy-bosman/1120353198?ean=2940150741317

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/477020

The Author

Kathy Bosman 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.

Want to learn more about her other novel or connect with Kathy? You can find her at these sites:

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

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KathleenLBosman

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5257900.Kathy_Bosman

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/gracewalk17

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kathy-Bosman/e/B007GCQBNK

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxifimh0X62uZLvKkon8tDQ

Newsletter Subscription: http://eepurl.com/NokET

That’s it for now, kiddos! Got lots of great things coming your way, so stay tuned!

Til then, keep readin’ and dreamin’!

-Fred