Book Tours: Book Excerpt The Kiss of a Rose


Book Excerpt

The scent of roses filled the air. Stephen frowned. Something seemed off. One moment Senator Hampton was yammering on about taxing the peasants, and the next moment Stephen found himself standing at an altar in a small wooden church decorated for a wedding.

         He looked around. The pews were filled with strangers dressed in clothes that belonged in an old Western movie. A cool breeze blew in from the open windows. He could see horses tied to a post outside and an old buggy. Red and white roses were attached to the end of each pew and mixed flowers draped along the windowsills.

In spite of the breeze, the church was warm. A drop of sweat slid down his forehead. He reached for the buttons of his shirt collar, only to find hooks. His shirt clung to his body, stiff with starch. He quickly glanced down. The coat he wore hung to his knees. His fingers played with the ends of a bow tie. A pain in his toes drew his attention downward. His feet and legs were encased in knee-high leather boots. He shifted his position to ease the pressure on his toes.

         A man started speaking and Stephen turned his head to see who it was.

         An odd little man stood close to him, holding a book. Stephen wrinkled his forehead—the man looked like a minister. Soft fingers touched his hands and gently pulled his arms. He turned to look directly in front of him. A woman dressed in an old- fashioned, cream-colored dress held his hands. A heavy veil covered her hair and face.

The minister stopped speaking and the woman released Stephen’s right hand, taking his left hand in both of hers. She carefully slipped a small gold band on his ring finger.

         “By the power invested in me by the state of Idaho,” the man said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”


         “It’s okay, son,” the man told him. “Every new bridegroom is nervous. Go ahead and kiss your lovely bride.”

         Stephen’s eyes went wide. He didn’t have a bride. He glanced around the room. All the wedding guest stared back at him. A shiver ran down his spine. He turned to his supposed bride and wondered what to do next. Curiosity won out in the end, and he reached for the edges of the veil, lifted it over the woman’s face. His breath caught. He stared into a pair of captivating green eyes. Long, honey-colored hair framed the woman’s angelic face.

He tried to speak but found he couldn’t utter a sound. His breathing became labored. The scent of roses was so overwhelming he thought he’d choke. With great effort he whispered, “Who are you?”

About The Book

Kiss of a Rose_cover (2)Title: The Kiss of a Rose

Author: Augustina Van Hoven

Genre: Paranormal Romance


In 1882, Rose Van Buren loved the wrong man and paid for it with her life. Now, more than a century later, the angel Gabriel has granted her another shot at living. In exchange, she must convince a smart, handsome, up-and-coming lawyer to set aside his lofty ambitions.


Stephen Winship is headed straight for the governor’s chair. He has a brilliant career, solid allies, and a seemingly perfect girlfriend. But night after night he finds himself dreaming of a heavenly beauty, a luminous but long-dead girl. Like some altered Ghost of Christmas Past, she shows him her own tragic tale in order to “save him.” And he’s beginning to see Rose is risking her heart as much as baring her soul. Yet falling for her will cost him everything—and open him up to a happiness he never imagined.


Author Bio

Tina smallAugustina Van Hoven resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two dogs and three cats.   She is an avid reader of romance, science fiction and fantasy.  When she’s not writing she likes to work in her garden or in the winter months crochet and knit on her knitting machines.



Twitter:  @augustinavhoven


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Amazon | B&N | Smashwords | Boroughs Publishing

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