It's Raining Books: Lion Dancing for Love by Laura Boon

Monday, April 15, 2019

Lion Dancing for Love by Laura Boon

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Laura Boon will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Welcome to It's Raining Books. What should readers expect when they pick up your book?

They should expect to meet a sassy heroine recovering from bad decisions in her past and the self loathing they induced, as well as a hero who lost his wife to cancer and has to be pulled back into feeling and not just existing in the present. They should expect to read about friendship and laughter, champagne, maple sugar, dancing, and the odd rant about reality TV. I hope feel humor, passion and joy and sigh with happy satisfaction at the end.

Tell us about the cover and the inspiration for it.

The sparkly lights and champagne on the cover reflect the glamor of the Maple Sugar Ball held annually in Willow Springs, the grand finale to Lion Dancing for Love. The cover is also branded with the Deerbourne Inn series banner.

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

I am committed to improving my craft and becoming an ever better writer so that I can entertain my readers while also raising issues of social injustice. I have book 2 in my Romancing the Alps series coming out later this year. I also have ideas for a Regency romance that I’m really excited about. One of the wonderful things about being a romance writer is that I follow in the footsteps of trailblazers who write in more than one sub-genre such as Lisa Kleypas and Megan Crane.

Favorite book to recommend?

Nooooo! It’s so hard to choose just one. I’ll recommend Spirited Quest by Julie Howard, another title available in the Deerbourne Inn series, which I really enjoyed.

Favorite place to read?

Anywhere except in a car or a bus. I get motion sickness and the words start to blur. Thank goodness for audio books!

Do you have any pets?

I have two delightful doggies by the name of Beau and Arro. Beau is a Pekingese and Arro a Pekingese cross Shih Tsu. Beau is less than a ruler high and Arro smaller, but they have enormous personalities and make me laugh every day. As I write this, it is raining outside. Arro has woken up with an excess of energy and is racing around in circles, jumping over Beau every second circle or so.

Any last words?

Read what you love.

Thank you for hosting me.

Licking her wounds after a bad relationship, San Diego accountant Caitlyn Summers travels to Willow Springs to help her friend gear up for the annual Maple Sugar Ball. She isn't planning on staying long, but one encounter with the delicious Corey Duncan has her re-evaluating her plans.

Corey swore off love when his wife Annie died from breast cancer. Caitlyn is too young, too citified, and vibrates with a passion and energy that will upend the safe, comfortable rhythm of his life. Corey has to choose between playing it safe and taking a risk on love. Caitlyn needs to find the patience to let Corey lead. If not, the Maple Sugar Ball might end in a sticky mess, instead of a slow dance with the man who has captured her heart.

Will their fire burn hot enough to erase doubts and past hurts?

Read an excerpt:

She walked across to Corey, tucking her hair behind her right ear, unexpectedly shy at his acknowledgement. She squared her shoulders. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He stood and pulled out a chair for her, a half-smile playing on his lips. “You and I can’t avoid each other.”

She shrugged. “It’s a small town. Although you’ve looked awfully busy.” Too busy to say hello was her unspoken message. She’d let him know she was interested, and he had ignored her ever since.

“Yeah.”

Her drink arrived, and they fell silent while the waitress fussed with a coaster and peanuts.

He rubbed his hand against his chin and gazed directly into her eyes. “I’ve been a bit preoccupied, mostly with you.”

“Me?” She choked on a swig of champagne and coughed as the bubbles went down the wrong way.

He grabbed her glass and set it down before patting her on the back.

“I’m fine,” she gasped.

“Sorry. I take it that was my fault for surprising the heck out of you.”

“Yep.”

“Why? You’re the one who kissed me.”

And why wouldn’t she when he looked so delectable? She was tempted to kiss him again, rub out the mischievous twitch to his lips. Instead she retorted, “And you’re the one who didn’t kiss me back.”

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