Title: Kindred Spirits
Author: Whitney Dineen
Genre: Chicklit / Romance
Dashing and successful, Richard Bingham has been voted one of the top
ten bachelors in New York City. After unwittingly offending a reporter from Manhattan Life magazine, he finds
himself on the receiving end of an article that makes his quest of finding the
perfect mate nearly impossible.
After one dating disaster too many, Richard decides it’s time to seek
professional help, so he signs up for the matchmaking services of the East Side
Yenta.
Philippa Fielding is single and searching for love in London, but her
accidental profession of “Message Deliverer from the Great Beyond” puts most
men right off.
Will Pip’s new "Spirit Helper," Bertram, be able to set her on
the course for true love with a message for Richard?
Matchmaking, misunderstandings, and mayhem abound in this fast-paced
romantic comedy about love, life, and the afterlife!
Whitney Dineen is a multi-award-winning author of
romantic comedies, non-fiction humor and middle reader fiction. When she’s not
spinning stories, Whitney’s raising her young daughters, wrangling chicken, or
eating french fries, not necessarily in that order.
Links
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Whitney-Dineen/e/B00N8LK2OW/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1505926403&sr=8-1
Book Excerpt
Pip picked up her
pace as she was ten minutes behind schedule and Malcom was nervously looking
around as though he thought she might be a no-show. As she neared him, a rather
rough looking man started to jog along next to her. Pip stopped to let him
pass, but he halted with her.
“Pardon me,” Pip
inquired, “are you following me?”
The man answered,
“’Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be following you? You’re gorgeous, love.”
She appreciated
the flattery even if it came from an apparent lunatic. At five feet ten with
shiny, thick, dark hair, Pip knew she made a good first impression. Her
clothing was always top of the line, if a bit conservative, and she made sure
to stay out of the sun so as not to wrinkle prematurely. She hoped her date found her as attractive as
the odd fellow next to her.
As she shared
pleasantries with the stranger, Pip pondered a fortuitous outcome to her blind
date. She didn’t fully realize she’d reached Malcom until he offered his hand and
inquired, “Philippa Fielding?”
Pip looked up and
nearly fell into the most piercing blue eyes she’d ever seen. She answered,
“Yes. You must be Malcom.”
Nodding his head
in response, he asked, “Who were you chatting with just now?”
“I don’t know,
exactly.” She continued, “Just some man who started to walk with me.”
Malcom looked
around and inquired, “What man?”
Pip looked over
her blind date’s shoulder and spotted the chap who’d been shadowing her. She
pointed at him and replied, “That one over there, the one with dirty blond hair
and a goatee.” She further clarified, “His two front teeth are chipped.”
Malcom turned and
looked, but saw no one. At his confusion, Pip added, “He’s in his forties,
wearing worn blue jeans and a grungy t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up.” She
gestured further to clarify who she was talking about. “The one who looks like
he’s just been in a pub brawl.”
He still had no
idea who she was talking about, so he answered, “I don’t see him.”
Pip made eye
contact and called out, “Excuse me sir, would you come over here, please?”
The bedraggled
looking stranger gestured to himself, as if to ask, “Me?” Pip nodded and he
readily approached. “Hello,” she greeted, “I’m sorry I didn’t get your name just now. I’m
Philippa.”
His hand shot out
and he smiled, showing off two broken front teeth, “Bertram, love. I’m proper
chuffed to meet you.”
Pip dropped her
hand, gasped, and let out an uncharacteristic expletive. “You’re Bertram?
Bloody hell.”
Malcom watched
his cousin’s friend warily. Obviously, he didn’t see anyone who looked like
he’d recently taken a couple knocks to the face, as Pip was the only person in
the vicinity who could see ghosts.
At that instant
Philippa knew her date was over. She decided to just come clean with Malcom,
explain her odd life, and walk away. If she was lucky, she could still join her
friends at the cinema to watch the romantic comedy they were all keen to see.
Malcom realized
Philippa might not be as odd as he first thought and said, “The way I see it,
you’re either completely bonkers or you’re speaking to a dead person. Which is
it?”
Pip found it
refreshing that Sephra’s cousin didn’t immediately assume she was destined for
Bedlam. She replied, “The latter, I’m afraid.” She further clarified, “It’s the
result of a nasty fever I had as a child.”
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