by K.J. Watters
GENRE: Contemporary Romance (sweet)
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“Touching and intelligent, The Sale of Woodhouse Glass isn’t your ordinary romance. Kali Woodhouse is a widowed mother-of-two who spends her days running her deceased husband’s business, Woodhouse Glass, and flirting with the town police officer, who is exactly right for her in every way. He’s certainly a better choice than the bad-boy, screw-up she’s known since childhood, and who just so happens to need a job and has the necessary skills for Woodhouse Glass.
“No, this isn’t the generic storyline you’ve seen before with flat characters who play their roles according to the formula. Watters eschews cliche and instead tells a touching story about love, loss, family, and finding happiness again after tragedy.”
-Author of “Someone Else’s Fairytale” E.M. Tippetts
“Hey, look at you in street clothes…You look tall. I mean good. You look good. Although not very detective-ish.” She’d blurted out her first thought to keep from staring, and she immediately regretted it. Hoping to come off as playful rather than unfiltered, she paired her words with a gentle tap to his shoulder with the back of her hand.
Parker chuckled, his broad smile and perfect teeth reinforcing the magazine-worthy image. “Well, thanks, but that was supposed to be my line. You look pretty good yourself. Beautiful, actually.” He paused long enough for her to blush. “Are you all ready?”
“Yep. I forgot how quickly I can get myself ready when it’s just me. You have no idea how much work it is to leave the house with kids. Getting everyone in shoes that match and fit seems like it should be easy, but I’m not kidding when I say that it takes half of our morning every single day.”
Please stop talking, she begged herself, turning to lock her door and trying to collect her thoughts—or at least shut her mouth.
“Huh. That’s probably why my sister-in-law keeps her kids’ shoes in the car. She and my brother have two kids about the same ages as yours. Two boys.” Parker led her to the silver SUV in the driveway and opened the passenger door. As he walked around to the driver’s side, Kali focused intently on buckling her seatbelt, an exercise in appearing to be a normal, stable, person.
“I was wondering if I was going to get to ride in a police cruiser tonight, but I guess I won’t get to cross that one off my bucket list.” Kali heard her voice again, nervously jabbering against her will.
Parker didn’t seem to mind following her rambling conversation. “I don’t drive it home. But I could probably arrange a ride if it means that much to you. A bucket list item is a big deal.”
“Well, maybe my list is too long. It also has ‘grow a prize-winning pumpkin,’ ‘fold a thousand paper cranes,’ and ‘catch a seagull.’” Luckily, Kali’s imagination kept pace with her mouth.
“I might need to rethink my list. I’m really not sure how I could have overlooked those.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
K.J. Watters is the author of The Sale of Woodhouse Glass, a solitary journalistic article, and a large number of unfinished manuscripts.
She has an underutilized degree in Communications, selected for its minimal math requirements. She married her math tutor who is now a CPA in southern Oregon.
Her hobbies currently include reading, writing, and watching beginner level gymnastics, ballet, and soccer practices. When she isn’t writing or being a mom, she also teaches high school conflict resolution classes part-time.