Book Blitz: The Dog Walker's Diary by Kathryn Donahue (Contemporary Romance)

Title: The Dog Walker’s Diary

Author: Kathryn Donahue

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Madeline Berger

Editor: Kelsy Thompson

Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:

Daniel Ashe has reason to believe he is incapable of falling in love. He certainly has no romantic interest in Annie, the odd Irish woman he hired to walk his dogs - but every night he comes home to find she has left him a new and fantastical story about their secret lives. His dachshund is a buccaneer on the high seas, his retriever recounts a past life as a circus lion, and Daniel is cast time and again as a romantic hero.

As her stories become the highlight of his day, Daniel realizes that Annie is embedding hints about her own astonishing past, and he has to ask himself if he’s truly incapable of falling in love after all.

Kathryn Donahue is a freelance writer and former tongue-in-cheek advice columnist for The Deepwell Press. Her humor essays have been published in First Sunday, and she won the Spotlight Award for her one-act play The Sty. Her debut novel, The Dog Walker's Diary, is a Forward finalist for Indie Book of the Year. It earned a coveted star review from Publishers Weekly, ( "... a diverting delight from beginning to end,") and a four star rating from RT Book Reviews, ("... one of the most remarkably unique contemporary romances this year.") Ms. Donahue is completing a new novel, and working on a screenplay.

Author Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16972272.Kathryn_Donahue

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kathryndonahue

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Kathryn-Donahue-121165808550951/

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/kathryn-donahue

Buy Links:

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2Oj3Vpl

Amazon UK: http://amzn.eu/bCjjmRH

10/29/15

Dog Diary

Thursday, 5:00 a.m.

Dear Annie,

Your stories are back in here, but during their short hiatus to my office I showed them to my boss. After reading them, Peter took off his glasses and said, "So you're telling me that this woman leaves you a new fairy tale every night?"

     "Yes. Every night."

     "Then you know what she is, don't you?"

     "What do you mean?"

     "This Irish woman. Do you know what she is?"

     I shook my head. "What are you talking about? What is she?"

     "Wake up, Daniel. That dog walker of yours is a Scheherazade."

     Annie, you didn't respond to my invitation, and in looking back I can see how easily it could be misconstrued. If I were a woman, alone and in a different country, I might not agree to meet a semi-stranger for coffee either, even if I had been entertaining him for days with fantastical stories.

     So please, allow me to make myself less of a stranger.

     I am known by a small but select group of females as a heartless jerk incapable of falling in love. Each in turn soon gave up on me, more with a sad shake of the head than with dishes flying. It has happened so often that I have to concede the ladies are right. Apparently I have skipped or tripped over some developmental step that makes me incapable of true intimacy. I've made my peace with that, and recently have been lucky enough to meet Victoria, a lady who seems to suffer the same affliction. (Does that make us soul mates or soul-less mates?)