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How Small Can You Go?

A few months ago my husband read me a short sound bite about a fellow on the west coast who couldn’t afford an apartment, so he rented a friend’s closet for $600 a month, hung a hammock in it, and called it home.

That interesting tidbit stuck with me. So when the heroine in my contemporary inspirational romance, Bidding on the Bouquet, was bemoaning the fact that she wouldn’t be able to afford an apartment in New York, which was the city she wanted to live in after she finished grad school, the news clip about the “closet apartment” surfaced in the dialogue.

Now I’m pretty certain I couldn’t live in a closet. Neither could I live in a Tiny House on Wheels, aka a THOW, but both of these small spaces are mentioned in my book as alternative housing choices for the heroine.

In spite of the fact I know I could never survive in a THOW for any length of time, I am fascinated by them. Living in a lack of clutter—of which I have an abundance—and a mortgage that resembles that of a 1950’s home loan has a certain appeal. I’m also addicted to HGTV’s Tiny House series, so much so that my hubby groans when I ask him to switch to that channel.

Here are some of the things that I, and my heroine Marietta, love about Tiny Houses.

  • You can move them. I love to visit different places, but hate packing, unpacking, and checking hotel rooms for bed bugs—I’m a bit phobic about them. With a THOW all your possession go with you, minus buggy hitchhikers.
  • The low cost of a THOW. Having a paid off mortgage leaves lots of money for things you want to do. It’s also great for Marietta because she’s cash strapped, especially after she hocks everything she owns so she can bid on a bridesmaid spot in the wedding of an I-barely-know-her-acquaintance.
  • Less clutter means less time you spend cleaning. That’s great for me since I have a bad back and bad knees. Marietta loves the idea because it leaves more time for her volunteer work.
  • A THOW is full of double duty pieces and interesting storage solutions. Perfect for someone like Marietta who is used to living in a tiny 2 room apartment and doesn’t have a lot of possessions. They’re also great ideas for regular homes like mine. Check these ideas out. You can use them whether your home is tiny, smallish, or bigger.
  • And last, but not least, a THOW is so darn cute! Take a look at some of these THOW dwellings. Who doesn’t love cute? I know both Marietta and I do.

What about you? Do you like Tiny Houses on Wheels? Could you live in one?

And now, here’s a sound bite from Bidding on the Bouquet. I hope you enjoy it!


Bidding on the Bouquet

By Catherine Castle

The chance to catch a bridal bouquet containing a solid gold rose makes underprivileged, down-on-her-luck grad student Marietta Wilson pawn everything she owns to come up with a bid to win a bridesmaid spot in the most prestigious wedding of the season.

When he discovers his sister is auctioning off bridesmaid spots in her wedding party, wealthy, elitist Chip Vandermere is appalled. Not only is it in poor taste, but no self-respecting lady would stoop so low as to bid. Convinced Marietta is a gold digger, Chip sets out to thwart her plans.

A social climber and a social misfit. Can a bridal bouquet unite them?


Marietta Wilson dropped the mail and her one hundred and fifty dollar business marketing book on her desk, then sank onto the desk chair with a sigh. Two more months to graduation and she hadn’t scored an interview with her dream company, Branson and Filo Marketing Agency. Life in New York would be expensive. If she didn’t have a good paying job she’d never achieve her life-long goal of breaking her family’s chain of poverty. With all the drama happening at home no way would she go back there. She’d rather sleep in the soup kitchen where she volunteered.

Scooping up an envelope, she studied the glittery pink heart adorning the tip of the closure. Who would send her something encased in such fancy wrappings? Junk mail was the usual fare. Intrigued, she flipped over the envelope.

Her name and address, written in elaborate calligraphy, nearly filled the front side. Definitely not from a marketing company. A Love stamp hugged the right corner, with pinkish-gold flowers drawn all around the stamp’s edge. Flowers of the same hue also surrounded the return label. A wedding invitation? She didn’t even know any engaged couples.

Slipping the letter opener from the orange juice can she stored it in, Marietta slit the top of the envelope. A rose-gold interior glistened from the flap. Without a doubt, not junk mail. She withdrew a piece of flat cardstock. As she did, glossy flowers showered onto her lap. She turned the card in her hand. Rose-gold flowers bordered it as well. Shiny, embossed flowers.

“What the heck?” she muttered as she began reading the card.


You are invited to participate in the season’s most prestigious event.

Date: June 17

Time: 1:00 p.m.

Place: The Vandermere Estate

Event: The auction of bridesmaids’ positions for Chrissy Vandermere’s wedding

Light refreshments will be served

Chrissy is auctioning off a chance to be an attendant in her wedding.

Winners will be escorted down the aisle by New York’s finest bachelors,

and they will procure a bridesmaid-only spot at the tossing of the bride’s bouquet event.

Chrissy guarantees one of the bridesmaids will catch the bouquet,

containing a solid 14-carat rose-gold flower.

Opening bids begin at $100 and are non-refundable. Cash only.

You may make an opening bid higher than $100 if you choose.

Please RSVP by April 30

… Stunned, Marietta reread the invitation. Chrissy Vandermere? The only Vandermere she knew was her wealthy classmate Chip Vandermere, and they weren’t on real talking terms. Nor did they run in the same circles. They only had a few of the same classes and a couple of case studies together in which he had commandeered the group. The guy thought himself a born, or rather a privileged, leader. His attitude had driven her nuts, and, although he was one hot guy who knew he had undeniable sex appeal, she’d stayed away from him as much as she could. She was at the MBA program to learn and conquer, not be someone’s conquest.


Want to read more? Check out Bidding on the Bouquet on Amazon.

About the Author:

Multi-award-winning author Catherine Castle loves writing, reading, traveling, singing, theatre, and quilting. She’s a passionate gardener whose garden won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club. She writes sweet and inspirational romances. You can find her books The Nun and the Narc, A Groom for Mama, Bidding on the Bouquet and Trying Out for Love boxed set on Amazon.


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