Tour: FOR THE LOVE OF FIBER by Kate Bowman

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The Spin I’m In (For the Love of Fiber #1) By Kate Bowman Women’s Fiction, Romance Paperback & ebook, 293 Pages August 26, 2019

A determined widow faces the challenge of a new life to regain the confidence and independence of her youth, but finds that life, unlike knitting, doesn’t always follow a pattern.

After twenty-five years of being the perfect wife and mother, Martha LeBeau finds herself unexpectedly widowed and shocked to discover her husband had been living a double life, leaving her penniless and in debt. Determined to regain her lost confidence and independence, she sells her suburban Chicago home and moves to the Wisconsin countryside to forge a new life away from cheating men and smothering children. There she meets the Wool Gatherers, a group of fiber artists who teach her the art of spinning wool and raising sheep. Along with one determined Border Collie, she begins on the path to self-growth and healing.

Riley O’Connor is the single father of a child with Asperger Syndrome. The child’s mother walked out on them because she found that life too difficult to handle. Since then, he has dedicated himself to protecting his son from any further emotional damage.

Meeting Riley and his son through her new job brings love and challenges to Martha’s newly found independence. Romance blooms like a finely knit cable, entwining their lives.

Can either of them learn to trust again?

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It Never Felt So Good (For the Love of Fiber #2) By Kate Bowman Women’s Fiction, Romance Paperback & ebook, 268 Pages May 9, 2020

Cara Olson is forced to put aside her struggling art career in Chicago to care for her ailing grandmother in Wisconsin. While journeying with her beloved Gram through the diagnosis of possible Alzheimer’s disease, she loses and then rediscovers her passion for art and experiences the resurrection of a past love.

Struggling artist Cara Olson is called home to Wisconsin to care for her ailing grandmother who is showing signs of Alzheimer’s disease. Leaving behind her mentor//boyfriend, Stefan, she begins to look at her unsuccessful career and relationship in a new light.

Surprised to find her Gram’s doctor is her high-school crush, Peter Andreson, she fights her reignited feelings. When Chicago critics dismiss her artwork as a poor imitation of Stefan’s, she is devastated and vows to give up art.

While caring for Gram and running her small Scandinavian gift shop, the Wool Gatherers, a local group of fiber artists, help her find new outlets for her creativity, designing works of art with hand-made felt and her re-emerging love of landscape and portrait painting.

Along the way, her feelings for Peter grow, and she realizes she has once again fallen for a man only dedicated to his career. When the opportunity arises for her to return to Chicago with the promise of a new career, she seizes it. But even her success can’t fill the void she experiences without Gram, her new friends, and Peter.

Can she return to Shoreview, the place that inspires her art, and be satisfied with a life that doesn’t include him?

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About the Author

Born in Wisconsin to an original Brady Bunch, I had the dubious honor of being #14 in the family. As a result, I’ll never run out of characters. The early years of my marriage were spent moving around the country with my engineer husband, collecting interesting stories and characters along the way. I picked up my first romance after a particularly stressful shift at a suburban Chicago hospital where I worked as an RN. Hours later, bleary-eyed and exhausted, but able to sleep because the story affirmed that good things can happen to good people, I was hooked.

After seventeen years in the Chicago suburbs we returned to Wisconsin and a new life of country living. After a local class in spinning, I decided it would be fun to have my own source of wool. Several years and many animals later, I found a new source of humor for my stories. I’ve always loved animals and you’ll find many of them populate my books. My stories are about real people trying to make it in this crazy, sometimes funny, sometimes sad world—but always with an ending that will renew your faith in love and life.

When I’m not writing, you’ll find me with my family or out walking in my fields, spinning wool, knitting or weaving, but always listening to the interesting stories of those characters living in my head.

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My eyes snapped open. The Wool Gatherers were meeting tonight. Here. I vaulted out of bed.

What was I thinking when I offered to host the meeting? I was the outsider, new not only to the area but to this whole way of country life. I hadn’t just stepped out of my comfort zone; I was about to leap into shark-filled waters.

Granted, the women I’d met so far were friendly enough. At least they were when I kept my size sevens out of my mouth. Except for that snide bitch, Nancy.

I grabbed my robe, pulling it on and whining all the way down the stairs. What did I have in common with these women? The yarn I’d been spinning lay in a lumpy, bumpy mess on the floor. Contrary to what Joan had said, I hadn’t suddenly “got” it. As time went on, the whole idea had soured.

Even following a knitting pattern would be a stretch after so long a time. And as far as raising my own animals? Please, direct me to the local yarn shop and a helpful clerk. Or better yet, the sweater bin at Macy’s. Why had I become so determined to complicate my life?

I knew what was happening but couldn’t seem to stop it. That same freaky fear I’d had since marrying Robert, that I’d say or do something stupid when I met new people, loomed over my head like a water-filled balloon, ready to burst at a moment’s notice.

I plugged in the coffee pot, still complaining to myself.

The pup picked that moment to grab onto my pajama leg with her sharp little teeth and start shaking it for all she was worth. “Stop that.”

She gave me a disgusted look and growled for the first time. Had I even embarrassed her with my timidity?

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, raising my hands in defeat. I had to be more adventurous and learn to take chances if I was going to make it in my new life. My god, even the dog knew it.

Wait a minute. Hadn’t I already proved myself in that area? I stood a little taller and looked down at the pup. “Give me a break, dog.”

I’d bought a house all on my own, moved to an area where I knew no one, all the while facing financial insecurity because of my actions. If I could do that, why the hell was I worrying about entertaining a group of women in my home?