It’s an exciting day at FFP HQ as it is publication day for Bedknobs and Batchelors by Kathryn Brown. This is Kathryn’s third novel and we wish her fantastic success.
“I am delighted to announce the release of my third book, Bedknobs and Bachelors, and have Famous Five Plus help me celebrate and promote its launch. Inspired by reading many wonderful and humorous books written about ‘jack-the-lads’ and bachelors, I decided to tackle this subject myself thus creating Gary Stringer, a streetwise bachelor with the burning desire to make his way ‘around the block’ as many times as possible before his thirtieth birthday. A few obstacles in his way and a couple of lifelong friends setting him up with totally unsuitable women, Gary faces a dilemma that seems to knock him from his stride, when he meets Janice and Lisa, two very attractive possibilities for him to consider as long-term girlfriends. Who will he choose, and does he really think he’s making the right decision? Join
on his journey to discover what he really wants, and more importantly, who he really wants.” (Contains strong
language and sex scenes.) Gary
Gary Stringer seems to have it all: a great job, fantastic friends, a love for the night-life and a penchant for sex. However, upholding his reputation as a ladies' man isn't quite that easy when, at twenty-seven, he still hasn't cut the apron strings.
wants more than anything is his own
bachelor pad - a place where the ever-increasing notches on his bedpost can be
noisily etched, far away from the watchful eyes of his mother. But can he
afford it? More to the point, is he actually ready to take that leap and, for
once in his life, wash his own socks? Gary
ponders his dilemma, he's faced with yet
another when two beautiful women enter his life within a matter of days. Will
his reputation precede him? Will he make the decision to string along two
women? Or will he finally admit that the feeling in his heart is a little more
than just indigestion? Will it be Janice or Lisa? And will Alfie and Jez - his
lifelong bachelor friends - be a help or a hindrance? Gary
A midweek drinking session with Alfie and Jez always resulted in a discombobulated brain and the awful realisation that I’d have to get myself into work under the pretence I was fully functioning. As a twenty-seven year old man with a relatively good job, living with my mum wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be but unfortunately finances dictated otherwise. It wasn’t a bad thing, living with mum; she did my washing and cooked my meals, but to have her shouting up the stairs, yelling at me to get my lazy arse out of bed was something I wouldn’t have missed should I have had my own place. I guess you could say we looked after each other; she waited on me hand and foot whilst I kept her fit and active, and at fifty-one, I’m sure she was grateful.
Incredibly, my legs swung over the bed and my feet hit the floor with a thud, before the rest of me made an agonising lunge forward in the hope my head hadn’t stayed where it was, nicely nestled on the pillow. Mum must have heard the thud but unfortunately it didn’t deter her from barging into my bedroom. For a moment there was silence whilst she looked around the room, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny. It was when she thrust her hand to her mouth and gasped that I realised I was in for it. It was my sanctuary, my little corner of the house that she left untouched, though I often wondered if she ever had a rummage when I was at work. She’d never mentioned my collection of magazines under the mattress so I did wonder if she’d kept to her word about never going in my room when I wasn’t in. But her dramatic heel-turn and determined march out the door confirmed that my mother most definitely had never entered my personal space. At least not recently.
“Bloody hell, son, what’s that smell?” was all she could say as she quickly left the room, obviously horrified at the state of it. I trudged into the bathroom, my feet doing all the work, my head just following my footsteps. The tiled floor helped a little, bringing me round slightly from the fog my brain was having trouble shaking off. The bathroom was cold, as usual. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up then stepped under it, a feeling of relief massaging me as the bursts from the shower head hit my skin like a million needles. Mum had done good going for a power shower after having the bathroom done up last year. We were sick of a trickle and desperate for a proper shower so she splashed out and had a double shower installed with a new power generator. She increased my rent a bit which I knew she would; being Scottish I suspected she wasn’t going to let me get away with paying the same when I used the shower every day and we were on a water meter. But the fact it was a double cubicle excited me because at the time I was going out with Bethany Calder and she was a little on the large side, which was what split us up in the end after I got rat arsed one night and told her ‘yes, your bum does look big in that, but your bum looks big in everything.’ I realised afterwards that I was for the chop and tried to backtrack by telling her I much prefer a bit of meat on a woman and wouldn’t have her any other way, but the hole I’d dug was too deep and she dumped me.
Bedknobs and Bachelors is available in Kindle and Paperback and here are the links so you can buy a copy!
Amazon (paperback) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bedknobs-Bachelors-Bedposts-Kathryn-Brown/dp/1490900888/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1378031757&sr=1-1&keywords=bedknobs+and+bachelors
Amazon (Kindle) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bedknobs-and-Bachelors-ebook/dp/B00EWO40SS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1378031096&sr=1-1&keywords=bedknobs+and+bachelors