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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Not all that buzzes is a bee… A Bee In Her Bonnet (Cat's Paw Cove #24) by Sharon Buchbinder

"A Bee in Her Bonnet is a feel-good, whimsical paranormal romance I couldn’t put down. I absolutely adore this series and the fictional town of Cat’s Paw Cove. Essentially, this is a friends-to-lovers romance with a few twists."- N.N. Light, Goodreads

Description:

Published: November 15th, 2021

Not all that buzzes is a bee…

Elva Boyd, an extroverted elf, uses bees and honey to treat patients in pain. Art Klarastos, an introverted demi-god, beekeeper, and inventor is her best friend. When Elva’s beehives disappear, Art beelines to her to deliver the news. Distressed, Elva pleads for his assistance with the mystery of the missing boxes. Kit Kat, his matchmaking talking cat, makes a deal with Elva: Art will help her in exchange for a real date.

Art is mortified, but Elva agrees without hesitation. While they attempt to deduce why someone might want to steal her bees’ homes, a couple arrives and claims to be Elva’s long-lost parents. An orphan raised in Cat’s Paw Cove by her aunt and uncle, Elva is ecstatic. Suspicious of these unknown elves, Art shares his concerns—but Elva tunes out his buzzing.

When her parents declare they have come to take her home to Scotland for her contractually obligated wedding, Art is devastated. Will his best friend leave with her newfound family and soon-to-be-husband? Or will he be able to convince her that he is the beekeeper of her heart?

EXCERPT

Aside from his one trip to Rome on the way to visit his grandfather in Greece, Art had never seen so many cats in one place. Before he could begin counting them, his parents dragged him through the enormous front door with the stained-glass window at the top and a cat door at the bottom. Squealing elders clustered around him, pinching his cheeks, patting his head, shaking his hand, and peppering him with so many questions his head spun.

A silver-haired woman with a big nose inspected him like he was for sale. “Small for ten years old. Eyeglasses? No one else in the family is near-sighted. You must read too much.” She glared at him. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, young man?”

“N-n-nothing.”

A chubby woman in a red and green flamingo-bedecked muumuu took his hand. “Pay no mind to her, dear. Do you like desserts?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Come with me. I made a fresh batch of baklava.”

His mother placed a hand on his shoulder. “No sweets before dinner. Go play.”

Yes!

“Okay, Mom.” Eager to escape his weird relatives, Art raced outside to the porch. Cats were everywhere. Lounging cats, stretching cats, standing cats, strolling cats, rolling cats, rubbing cats—cats, cats, cats! Two huge cats sat like Egyptian statues at the top of the banister, black tails dangling down in question marks, masked golden eyes boring holes into his forehead. Rocking chairs meant for humans seated two and three felines, in furry piles, paws splayed in all directions. All bicolor, the herd of kitties sported stripes, spots, or random patterns in an endless variation of shapes.

How many are there?

He started a mental tally, turned a corner, and immediately lost count. A girl, one foot curled under her, sat reading on a wicker bench. She pushed a strand of long blonde hair away from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Her pointed ear. Entranced at the sight of another kid at this old folks’ home—much less an elf—he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her.

Without taking her eyes off her book, she said, “It’s rude to stare.”

“S-s-sorry. Y-y-your ears are pointed?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he hated himself.

Frowning, she glared at him with ice blue eyes. “You don’t like them?”

“N-n-no—I LOVE them!”

Her face reddened. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

He shook his head. “I’ve n-n-never met anyone like you.”

I’m an idiot. Why can’t I say anything right?

She stuck a piece of paper at her page and closed the book. “What’s your name?”

“Art.”

“I’m Elva. Why are you here?”

“V-v-visiting relatives.” He ventured a question. “Wh-wh-what are you doing here?”

She shrugged. “I live here.”

About the author:
Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. She is the author of the Hotel LaBelle Series, the Jinni Hunter Series, and the Obsession Series. When not attempting to make students and colleagues laugh or writing, she can be found walking her dogs, herding cats, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends.

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2 comments:

Stormy Vixen said...

I enjoyed the excerpt, I like the cover and I think A Bee in Her Bonnet is an excellent read for me! Thanks for sharing it with me and have a spectacular holiday season!

Nancy P said...

Nice artwork