Believe in Christmas Magic Again – Karibou Magic by Anna Sugg @bakerbooknews #romance


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Title:  Karibou Magic

Author:  Anna Sugg

Genre:  Fantasy Romance Christmas

Publisher:  Canyonland Press

 

Book Blurb:

An old veterinarian brings Christmas magic back into her life with his special reindeer. Will his handsome son shatter that belief?

 

Christmas is magic. At least that’s what Eva Mars Bowman thought until that tragic night. Running from her past, she accepts a job with an old veterinarian in a small town in Wyoming. With Doc’s help and his magical reindeer, she has a reason to believe in Christmas magic once again.

 

Her newly found Christmas magic shatters. Doc’s estranged son, Trebek Nickolas, returns with plans to change all that his father has built, including getting rid of the reindeer.

 

Compared to his father, Trebek is cold-hearted and wants nothing to do with Christmas? Can she convince him that forgiving and loving will bring back the Christmas magic he knew as a child? Will Christmas magic be stripped away from her life again, forever?

 

Giveaway:

Enter to win one of three ebook copies of Karibou Magic by visiting my website and signing up for my newsletter (http://judybakerauthor.com) or join me on my blog (http://judyswriting.blogspot.com).

 

If you already receive my newsletter or have joined my blog, just email me that you’d like to have your name in the hat for a free copy of Karibou Magic.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Frankly, I can’t figure you women out at all.”

 

Mars giggled.

 

Cute giggle. First time he’d heard her giggle. Everything about her was cute, adorable and sexy, even without any sleep and no makeup on, she was a beautiful woman.

 

Several minutes and two pieces of toasts later, he leaned back in his chair, and said, “Can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“How old would your daughter be now?”

 

He watched her circle her long slim fingers around the mug, staring into the black liquid. Guilt gripped his gut. “I’m sorry, it was a cruel thing to ask.”

 

“No, I don’t mind. I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately…since Doc brought James home.” She stared off in the distance. “Lily would be sixteen next month, close to James’ age.”

 

Reaching over the table, Trebek took her hand and gave her a little comforting squeeze. He didn’t realize what he’d actually done until she looked at their hands.

 

Her shy grin shook his senses. Clearing his throat, he stood, “We better get back to the room.”

 

Strolling toward the elevator, his mind went blank. He punched the elevator button. Mars stepped inside, faced him, and touched his arm.

 

“You know Trebek, I didn’t think I liked you at first.”

 

His bewildered frowned swung to her. “Why?” Then, holding up his hand, he shook his head. “No, don’t answer…I know why.”

 

He grinned at her. “I can’t remember the last time a woman called me a jerk and an idiot in the span of thirty seconds.”

 

Mars shrugged, gritted her teeth, and said, “I did?”

 

“You did. And, you didn’t stop there, you said I was cold-hearted jerk‒”

 

“I did?”

 

“You did.” He chuckled, unable to take his eyes from her full lips.

 

She laughed.

 

The second their eyes linked, a beguiling magic consumed him, helpless to squelch the longing he felt for her. Positive she swayed forward, his arms circled her, closing the space between them.

 

Breath to breath with her, he softly brushed her lips, then gently pressed his lips to hers, pulling her closer. An unexpected chemical reaction ignited within him, demanding a response from her.

 

Gradually she responded, surrendering to his deep passionate kiss, shaking him.

 

Abruptly, he pulled away, alarmed. Quickly, he threw his hand up, nervously scratching the back of his head. What was he doing?

 

The elevator door opened. He waited for her to step out and without looking at her, said, “I have to call my office.” Though he wanted to run, to flee from her presence, he forced his feet to move at a casual pace.

 

Stomping out into the cold December day, he took in a deep breath.

 

What just happened? He made a pass at his dad’s girlfriend…you are an idiot. Guilt enflamed his guts. Why would he ever make a pass at his dad’s girlfriend? His jaws clenched. He wanted her, more than he wanted any woman he’d met since Jean died. What was wrong with him? Mars belonged to his dad.

 

 

Buy Links:  https://www.amazon.com/Karibou-Magic-Anna-Sugg-ebook/dp/B0723GVPHX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1502062203&sr=8-1&keywords=karibou+magic

 

Judy Baker Anna Sugg

 

Author Biography: 

Judy Baker writing as Anna Sugg is an author of historical western romances/contemporary romance novels, and fantasy romance. She’s been involved in many writing groups including National RWA, Utah RWA, and the Music City Romance writers of America in Nashville, Tennessee. She has presented a beginners writing class during the National RWA, Florida Conference, and taught classes for adult writers with the West Jordan Community Education District. She and author Mary Martinez has presented workshops in Writing Series for conferences.

 

Baker grew up in Tennessee, but has lived much of her life in the west. Moving to Nevada to teach school, she was compelled to write the stories that filled her head. She now lives in Utah with her husband, Brett and three furry kids: Stanley, a Lakeland terrier; Charlie Daniel, an Airedale terrier; Bruce, an eighteen-pound cat.

 

When not writing, she enjoys RVing with her family, stargazing through one of her many telescopes, digging in her wildflower garden, and she’s an avid fan of coffee, tea and the ocean.

 

Social Media Links: 

Website:  http://judybakerauthor.com

Blog:  http://judyswriting.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/bakerbooknews

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/judy.baker.9465

 

 

 

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Christmas in July Sackful of Giveaways Winners! Congratulations to all! #CIJF #books


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What a fantastic party the Christmas in July Fete was! Not only were we able to showcase tons of must-read books and authors but we had over 3,000 entrants to our Christmas in July Sackful of Giveaways. The winners were randomly selected, thanks to Rafflecopter and here’s the winners:

 

Grand Prize – $75 USD Amazon Gift Card: Debbie Kolins

 

Secondary Prizes-

 

e-copy of Santa Claws by Kris Pearson – Deanna Strait, Linda Bradshaw, Helen Picone

 

e-copy of a Karl Beckstrand book – Edward Fair, James Robert, Steve Weber, Mina Gerhart, Laura McGee

 

e-copy of Timeless Treasures by Ruth A. Casie – Jeanne Miro

 

e-copy of The Maxwell Ghost by Ruth A. Casie – Bridgett Wilbur

 

e-copy of Forever Love by Melissa Keir – Lori R., Sharon Guagliardo

 

e-copy of a Jacquie Biggar book – Tanja Dancy

 

e-copy of Changing Faces by Barb Caffrey – Alan Saxon, Sarah Mayer, Kelly Tupick

 

e-copy of Aaden BlueStar by David Gaughan – Nancy Burgess, Karen Giasson, Patty Leono Curry

 

$10 Amazon Gift Card from Brenda Whiteside – Rachel Griesmor

 

e-copy of Christmas Revels: Four Regency Novellas from Hannah Meredith plus three authors – Mischenko, Sandy McMahon

 

e-copy of Mistletoe Waltz by Alanna Lucas – Jonella Moore

 

e-copy of A Cowboy’s Mistletoe Promise by Alanna Lucas – Audrey Stewart

 

$5 Amazon Gift Card + 1940’s Style Hair Wrap – Shelly Hammond

 

$5 Amazon Gift Card + Christmas Ornament – Rachel Clemons

 

e-copy of Champagne for Christmas by Jean Joachim – Kristina Daniels, Brandi Dagwan

 

e-copy of Griff Montgomery, Quarterback by Jean Joachim – Madonna Fridley Dolin

 

e-copy of Buddy Carruthers, Wide Receiver by Jean Joachim – Bonnie Raymond

 

$10 Amazon Gift Card + A Very Romantic Christmas by Shirley Hailstock – Francina Alley

 

e-copy of Rosalyn’s Ring or The Marquess and the Midwife by Alina K. Field (Winner’s Choice) – Lori Byrd

 

Did you win? Congratulations! The author who sponsored the giveaway will be contacting you shortly. Please make sure to check your spam/junk folder over the next few days. If you don’t hear from the author by August 14th, please send me an email (nnlight@outlook.com) and I’ll see what the holdup is.

 

Many thanks to each and every author for their generosity in the prizes and for helping to make our debut Christmas in July event so successful.

 

We’d also like to thank each reader/blogger/follower for checking out the spotlights every day. We wouldn’t be here without you and your amazing support!

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Merry Christmas, Henry by @Aubreywynne51 #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Merry Christmas, Henry

 

Author: Aubrey Wynne

 

Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A holiday fantasy short story for the romantic.

 

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

 

Excerpt:

“Hey, Henry, you want a little overtime?” the supervisor had asked. “Charlie called in sick and I could use an extra hand. Another rich collector remembered us in his will. We’ve got a pricey piece arriving in about an hour and I’d feel better with some extra security.”

 

Henry tried to wipe the smile off his face. Five years in the city and he still felt like a country bumpkin. “Sure.”

 

“The paper says a Rubens. Flemish, wasn’t he? But it’s a small one.”

 

Henry gave a whistle. “Impressive.”

 

“There’s a companion painting with it, artist unknown. We’ll have to find a spot for it in appreciation for the collector’s piece.”

 

An hour later, Henry held a priceless painting in his hands. God, he loved this job.

 

“The family probably figured they wouldn’t get any money out of the other one. But this one sure is a beauty,” the supervisor said as he reached for the Rubens.

 

“Yes, indeed,” Henry replied, as his eyes landed on the second painting. “Striking.”

 

Henry’s boss laughed. “I’m talking about this one, Bud. The little one is worth the big bucks!” His boss headed toward the office to start the paperwork on the new museum pieces.

 

“Yes, of course,” he murmured, but his attention remained focused on the woman in the larger painting.

 

She sat on the edge of a rocky cliff, her face slightly turned as if looking over the edge. Her legs were out to the side, knees bent, a long, olive-colored skirt spread around her haphazardly as if blown by the wind. The stormy ocean breakers rushed between jagged rocks then turned into frothy waves that lapped at the sand. The details in the picture were crisp and stark, the color was minimal—just the woman on a cliff with the turbulent water below. But the overall effect created a hauntingly beautiful scene.

 

He felt her distress, her sorrow. His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.

 

“Are you okay, Henry?”

 

Henry drew his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught in the act of—of what? Touching a frame? Good lord, he must be tired.

 

“What? Oh, yeah, I just need some sleep. ” As Henry turned to leave, he took one last look at the woman who had just stolen his heart. Fate had given him a precious gift. He whistled “Angels We Have Heard on High” all the way home.

 

 

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All other retailers: https://www.books2read.com/u/4EWKZg

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

We make gingerbread men every year. The kids have contests to see who can pile on the most candy and still tell it’s a man. The adults compete for the silliest face. At the end, we make hot chocolate and gobble up our creations.

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://aubreywynne.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Aubreywynne51

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/megnificentvalor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/Aubreywynne51

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/17695894-aubrey-wynne

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/aubreywynne51/

 

#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Christmas List by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Christmas List

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romance

 

Book Blurb:  

A freak accident changed the course of tennis player Allie Underwood’s life. Two years in recuperation, she’s finally back on her feet, but her plans of opening a tennis academy died with the accident. Then Allie encounters architect Peter Barrett who literally pulls the rug out from under her. Attempting to avoid him proves fruitless as he’s everywhere she turns. When he pulls her into his arms and passion flares between them, Allie’s future and her heart are in jeopardy.

Patting himself on the back after gaining a lucrative contract, Peter Barrett is stunned when a teenage angel appears in his home office and tells him she’s there to save his soul. He has to help another mortal by fulfilling her Christmas wishes. Peter has never had a happy Christmas. And the chosen woman stands in the way of his architectural plans.

Will they learn the value of good will to men and open their hearts to love?

 

Excerpt:

Allie’s hand shook when she looked down at the year old paper.  Her mouth went dry as she stared at the list she’d begun two years ago.  Uncalled for emotions sailed into her like a fast moving train.  Her free hand went to her heart, trying to control the sudden beating that she could feel all the way to her head.

 

The note’s title was clear, but the year had been obliterated by water damage.  She didn’t need to see it.  She knew exactly when she’d written it.  It was during her before period.  Before the accident.  Before her world collided with a drunk driver.  Before life as she knew it and the promising future her friends and family knew was hers, was snatched away in a blinding few seconds that crushed her life, limbs, and career into a space too small for a woman her size.

 

Balling the single sheet into golf-ball size, Allie tossed it toward the trash can – missing it by inches.  She didn’t need to read it.  She knew what it said.  She also knew the list was moot.  Allie wouldn’t get any of her Christmas wishes – not then or now.

 

“Allie, are you ready?” her sister called from the hall.  Allie started taking a deep breath and snapping her attention to the present.  From the sound of Melanie’s voice, Allie could tell she was half-way up the stairs.

 

“Just throwing out some trash,” Allie called.  She glanced toward the trash can as if she could see her past.

 

Melanie pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for Allie to offer her entrance.  She was immaculately dressed in black pants, a creamy soft cable-knit sweater and red knee-length boots.  Not at all like Allie who wore a simple green dress with long sleeves.  It was cinched at the waist by a silver belt whose loop was three dress sizes tighter than it had been a year ago.  Allie wore support stockings and shoes with a one-inch heel.  There was snow outside, but it had been cleared away leaving adequate paths that could keep her feet dry.  Despite spending her entire life in Lighthouse, Maine, Allie did not like boots.

 

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked, looking around.

 

“Cleaning out some papers I don’t need anymore.”  She wanted to say some old memories, but that would spark more conversation than she wanted to go into with her perceptive sister.

 

“Ready?”

 

Allie pushed her arms into her coat.  “I am now.”  She smiled even though she didn’t feel like it.

 

“It’s cold out, but it hasn’t snowed yet.”

 

New snow was predicted.  Allie saw her sister glance at her shoes.  The censure that she should have on the boots Melanie had bought her was there.  She ignored it and started for the door.

 

“I’ll take this down for you,” Melanie said, lifting the nearly full trash can.

 

Allie gritted her teeth.  After two years, she was capable of taking her own trash down the stairs, but Melanie thought she was helping.  And Allie’s limp was almost gone.  If she didn’t overdo or try to walk too fast, no one could tell she even had a limp.

 

Melanie took the trash basket to the kitchen and left it next to a larger one.  The balled up list still lay on the floor of Allie’s bedroom.  Neither of them noticed.

 

 

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Barnes & Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-christmas-list-shirley-hailstock/1113740079?ean=2940015906486

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Google – https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Shirley_Hailstock_The_Christmas_List?id=3jmvBAAAQBAJ

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ShirleyHailstockFan

Twitter – https://twitter.com/@shailstock

Tumblr – https://shailstock.tumblr.com/

Wattpad – https://www.wattpad.com/user/shailstock

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/shailstock/

Email: shirleyhailstockfan@gmail.com

Newsletter: https://madmimi.com/signups/136297/join

Website – http://www.ShirleyHailstock.net

 

 

#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Changing Faces by @BarbCaffrey #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: CHANGING FACES

 

Author: Barb Caffrey

 

Genre: LGBT-friendly inspirational fantasy-romance

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

I woke up in a dark, strange room. I couldn’t see much, but I knew I wasn’t

home. The shape of the shadows was off.

 

At least my eyes are open, I mused. That’s something.

 

Then everything came back in a rush. The car—the accident. What happened?

 

I tried to sit up on a spare, single bed, but my midsection told me this was a very

bad idea. I flopped back down, and groaned as I came down hard on my left hand. It

felt wrong, somehow, so I picked it up and looked at it. Strange; in this light, it seemed

much smaller than usual.

 

I must have zoned out for a bit, because the next thing I knew, I heard, “Time for

your hourly check.”

 

“I’m awake,” I mumbled. Even my voice sounded—and felt—wrong. It was

much higher than normal.

 

What was wrong with me?

 

I saw a white light for a moment, but it blinded me to the point I could only see

sparkles. Then I felt something grab my hand. “Relax,” a male voice said. “I’m taking

your pulse, getting your vitals.” My hand was put down gently at my side, then the

insistent man asked, “Where does it hurt?”

 

“Everywhere,” I grumbled, still not able to see. “My head…my ribs…

everywhere!”

 

“Not surprising,” the man—a nurse, I realized—said. Then he asked me a

number of questions—what day it was, what year, where we were, who the President

was, all that. I answered fine until they asked me who I was, and I tried to say “Allen,”

but couldn’t. Then I tried to say, “Where’s Elaine?” but the only word that came out was

the last one.

 

The nurse nodded. “Yes, you seem to know who and where you are. That’s good

to hear.”

 

“I know who I am,” I said, trying not to sound frightened, “but I can’t explain it. I

feel so weird…can’t you give me anything for the pain?”

 

“We think you have a concussion, so we can’t just yet,” he said gently. “As for the

rest, I’ll check on you again in a few hours. Get some rest.”

 

Easy for you to say, I thought. But I tried to do what he asked; I just wasn’t able to do it. So I gave up after a few subjective eons and turned the light on. I still saw

sparkles, but through them, I was able to see white walls and the spare, utilitarian decor

of a hospital room. There were no tubes hooked up to my arms, but there was

something on my right forefinger—to get oxygen, maybe?—and a blood pressure cuff

was around my left bicep. Worst of all, there was no one waiting at my bedside.

 

What am I doing here? Then, after a beat: Where is Elaine? Shouldn’t she be here, even

if she doesn’t want to be with me, doesn’t want to marry me? Then I thought with rising

panic, Could she be hurt?

 

A familiar face poked her head into the room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the

familiar face I’d been hoping for. “Elaine, are you awake?” Jolene called.

 

Elaine? I thought, and tried to say, No, I’m Allen! But the words wouldn’t come.

 

Feebly, I said, “I’m not sure I’m…” before my mind stuck on the words who you want and

couldn’t say them, so I substituted, “awake, actually” at the last moment. Why couldn’t I

even say my own name?

 

What’s wrong with me? I thought. What am I doing here? Why is Jolene here? Did I

really hear her call me by Elaine’s name?

 

And why did Jolene come alone? Where is my love?

 

 

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$75 USD Amazon Gift Card

Three e-copies of Changing Faces

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Buy Links:

Amazon (US): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (UK): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Changing-Faces-Barb-Caffrey-ebook/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (CA): https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (AUS): https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Amazon (IN): https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01N3CQKWJ

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/changing-faces-barb-caffrey/1125707044?ean=2940157587512

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

It may sound strange, but we always ate mashed rutabagas at holidays. With a bit of sugar in the water to boil them with, and with a good amount of whipping cream or whole milk to add to them after being mashed, they are delicious.

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music. She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: Barb Caffrey’s Elfyverse https://elfyverse.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barb.caffrey.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbCaffrey

 

Top 10 Tips for Writing #HolidayRomance by @RuthACasie #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #AMWRITING


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I’ve learned some interesting things about writing after releasing fifteen short stories, novellas and novels.

 

I thought I would be in full control of the characters on my pages—shape them into the people in my stories. Wrong. Many times I’ve found myself writing things I had not intended, finding out more about my character’s personalities then I originally thought, and always happily surprised.

 

I also learned that while the time from putting pen to paper to release day can vary, I’m usually working 4 to 6 months from start to finish. That means starting a holiday story in summer. Sitting on the back deck with a warm breeze or at the beach makes it difficult to think snow, cold and jingle bells.

 

So, here are my top ten tips for writing a holiday romance:

  1. Run through your playlist and find all your holiday music
  2. On YouTube find the yule log
  3. Mix up a cup of hot chocolate (ok, a frozen chocolate Frappuccino with a peppermint stick)
  4. Change your computer wallpaper to a snowy scene
  5. Turn up the air conditioner to EXTRA HIGH
  6. Choose a warm cozy romantic setting
  7. Put some holiday decorations around your writing area
  8. Include a holiday tradition you love in your story
  9. Incorporate holiday items into your story
  10. Use all of the above to get into the holiday spirit then put pen to paper

 

Title:  The Maxwell Ghost

 

Author: Ruth A. Casie

 

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

The Maxwell’s Caerlaverock Castle, on the Scottish border is in an uproar. Traitors, deception, murders and ghosts run rampant. The crops have failed and the granaries set ablaze. Rumors fly when servants Evan and his bride-to-be, Angel are found murdered and Evan’s ghost haunts the castle. Did Evan kill Angel then take his own life? Sonia, a young cook is sure everyone has it wrong. The ghost haunts the castle seeking justice. She will move heaven and earth to get to the truth, but she is helpless.

 

Laura Reynolds travels from England to her cousin, The Maxwell’s castle to put Evan’s ghost to rest. She has one week to complete the task or Evan’s ghost is doomed to haunt the castle forever. The Maxwell, while he loves his cousin, doubts her sorceress ways and has more important issues at hand, a traitor in their midst.

 

Jamie Maxwell Collins has finished his service to The Maxwell and eager for his promised farm. While long-time friends with Laura, he has little patience for her sorcery, but in order to get his farm The Maxwell requires Jamie protect and help her. Will Sonia’s information tip the scales and help them find the true murderer and bring justice to Evan and Angel? Will Sonia’s insight help Laura and Jamie realize their destinies are intertwined with hidden passions? All is in jeopardy when Laura becomes the murderer’s next target. Jamie will find he needs more than ghostly assistance to save Laura and realize they have a love that will last for eternity.

 

Excerpt:

After a silent hour’s ride, they arrived at a small clearing. The Bells Burn a few hundred yards ahead. Six riders emerged out of a thicket and blocked their way. Jamie’s men were in front of Laura and kept her hidden from view. Laura looked past her protectors and caught glimpses. The riders were from Ravencroft, the Mitchell crest clear on their cloaks.

 

“You’re on Mitchell land,” the leader of Bryce’s guards said. Looking between her protectors, she recognized the man. He often accompanied Bryce to Glen Kirk. Laura brought her horse around the others and caught Jamie’s men by surprise.

 

“We are not,” she insisted.

 

“Lady Laura,” the man sputtered. “I didn’t see you with these men.”

 

“Lord Bryce has you on patrol? You can’t see a woman among five men?” Jamie’s soft cough, which she knew well, concealed his laugh.

 

“And you have no idea of the Ravencroft boundary? Actually, you’re deep in Reynolds’ territory. What, sir, are you and your bullies doing on Glen Kirk land?” Her temper veered sharply to anger. Now she understood. Jamie’s route, while difficult, kept them on her father’s land until the border. Bryce. She had no illusions about his interests. They most definitely weren’t for her, but for Glen Kirk. He strutted around as if the heir apparent. Well, he wasn’t and, if she had anything to do with it, he never would.

 

The beads around her neck warmed. A soft gasp of surprise escaped her lips. Encouraged knowing she was right Laura walked her horse closer to the Mitchell patrol.

 

“How. Dare. You. Stop. Me.” She spat out each word. The men were silent, like reprimanded schoolboys. “I’ll make sure to tell my father how Lord Bryce takes liberties with Glen Kirk property or should I tell him a Ravencroft patrol lost their way in the forest and I needed to provide them with directions?”

 

Scarlet stains appeared on the leader’s cheek. Laura was aware of the enemy she’d made, but with good cause. The Mitchell men looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

 

Jamie and his men understood the situation. He pulled up beside her relaxed, his face with touches of humor around his mouth and eyes. His men on either side of them.

 

The Ravencroft leader looked at Jamie.

 

“Don’t look at me.” Jamie nodded to Laura. “I’m sorry for it, but I can’t offer you any protection. You’ll have to deal with Lady Laura.”

 

Bryce’s man stared at her baffled.

 

“Forgive me, Lady Laura. We thought something improper—”

 

“Improper. How ridiculous.” Laura’s horse reacted to her shout. She took a strong hand and calmed him. “Lord James is my mother’s cousin. Not that I need to give you an explanation. But,” she pretended to be soothed, “I do thank you for your concern for my safety and assure you your assistance is not needed. I can certainly handle one Scot and four of his men.”

 

Jamie sat his mount his hand casually on his sword hilt.

 

“Leave us now. I’ll let my father know what’s happened here and let him decide what to tell Lord Mitchell.”

 

“Yes, m’ lady.” He dipped his head in a quick bow and signaled his men. They wheeled around and made a fast retreat.

 

Their small company didn’t move. They waited until Mitchell’s men were out of sight and hearing distance.

 

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Butternut Squash Soup

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Bassist by @CarlaKrae #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Bassist (West Coast Soulmates #1)

 

Author: Carla Krae

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Dylan is the bassist for Jake Lindsey’s band, but not when he’s in his hometown. It’s Christmas Eve and a sudden, strong blizzard has left the mountain submerged in snow, wrecking his plan to drive back to Los Angeles in time to attend Jake and Beth’s party Christmas Day.

Jennifer’s family was coming to spend the holiday at her cabin, but the storm is keeping them off the mountain. Resigned to entertaining herself for the night, she’s startled by someone pounding on her front door–a handsome man needing shelter from the storm. Dylan is sweet, funny, and so damn hot she can’t resist learning what he has to offer.

Was this a single night of passion, or the beginning of lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

They lapsed into silence, watching the crackly movie.  She studied him out the corner of her eye.  He was built nice, if you liked the slim look.  Visible muscle definition through the snug shirt.  She hadn’t looked close enough to see what color his eyes were, yet.  His hands were large, dwarfing the mug in his grasp, with long fingers and short nails.

 

“Do you think it’ll snow all night?” he asked.

 

“Maybe. Even if it doesn’t, the plows won’t come out on the roads until daylight.”

 

“So, I’m stuck here. All night.”

 

She let out a slow breath.  “So it would seem.”

 

A young, attractive man in the house all night.  Woo, boy.  No awkwardness there…

 

He broke the silence first.  “Want you to know you’re safe. Not a murderer or rapist or anything. Love women, actually.”

 

She arched a brow.  “And they love you?”

 

He laughed.  “Not enough to stay.”  And dropped his eyes to his mug.  “What about you? You mentioned a name.”

 

“Lee. My husband.”

 

“Oh. Couldn’t make it home for Christmas?”

 

“Not since he rolled his car off the mountain and died.”  Oh god…why did I say that?  “I’m going to prepare the guest room.”  She fled to the spare room to prepare his bed.

 

Jennifer couldn’t believe she blurted it out like that.  God, what he must think of her…what he must think she thought of him for asking.  Stupid, stupid, stupid

 

“Hey.”  He stood in the doorway.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m sorry for the personal question. It was none of my business. I’d offer to go, but…”

 

“You don’t need to apologize. I don’t know why I said that.”  She sighed.  “My husband died ten months ago. He was drunk and driving too fast and he didn’t make it around the curve.”  She sat on the bed.  “My family was coming up to help me make a good memory here for the holiday after… It’s my first Christmas alone.”

 

He took a step forward.  “You’re not alone now.”

 

Not in the technical sense, anyway.  “True. Thanks. Would you like more cocoa?”

 

“Please.”  He backed up to let her out of the room.

 

Dylan had a hell of a smile.  His whole face lit up with it.  Lee never smiled with his teeth showing; at least, not for a long time before his death.

 

He followed her to the kitchen.  She filled the kettle with more water and turned on the stove, then got some cookies she’d made the day before out of the pantry.  He sat on the counter watching her, his bare feet swaying back and forth.

 

“So, Dylan, huh?”

 

“Yep. Dylan Smith.”

 

“Not common at all.”

 

He chuckled.  “Nope. Merely another one of the faceless legion.”

 

“So, why would you do a performance at Christmas?”

 

“A favor. I don’t normally do this, but my friends had plans tonight, so I figured what the hell…and slid into a snow bank for my trouble.”

 

She giggled, handed him one of the mugs, and held up hers for a toast.  “To better luck next year.”

 

He clinked his mug with hers.  “I’ll drink to that.”

 

They shared a smile. She couldn’t help doing it when he did, like an automatic reaction of her cheek muscles.

 

“So, what kind of music do you play?”

 

He hopped down, careful not to slosh, and walked to his guitar case.  “Some of everything, really.”  He set the mug down and opened the case.  “Let’s see how you fared, old friend.”

 

He plucked his thumb on the strings, checking their tune, then started playing a combination of embellished scales.  At least to Jennifer’s knowledge, he was really good.  He pushed his sleeves up a bit, revealing toned forearms with corded muscles that twitched and flexed when he played.  Then he started humming something she didn’t know and switched melodies.  Soft words escaped his lips, like he couldn’t help singing it instead of merely humming along.  A smooth pretty baritone that made her tummy flutter.

 

She stared as he lost himself in the music, his eyes closed and head bobbing in time.  It had turned into an intimate moment.  She was sure he’d forgotten he had an audience and…wow, was it hot in here?

 

 

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I love eating on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I wear stretchy pants every year! But everything about Christmas is awesome: the music, decorating the tree, the lights on all the houses, etc.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Kwanzaa Angel by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                Kwanzaa Angel

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb: 

Erin Scott withstood the humiliation of being abandoned at a high school prom by the man of her dreams. Channelling her personal feelings into work, Erin opened a department store which now flourishes and is about to expand. Just as her family gathers for the Kwanzaa celebration, her nemesis returns to town, opening old wounds and throwing her life in to passionate chaos.

Raimi Price regretted his decision almost as soon as he made it, but he couldn’t undo it. Now sixteen years later he’s back, hoping to stay, but reconciling with Erin Scott is a major priority. When he discovers they are both bidding on the same piece of property, his romantic plans stall. Then history threatens to repeat itself complicating matters more.

Can these two bridge the gap and find a lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

“Can you help me?” Erin Scott felt the tug on her skirt and heard the little voice at the same time. She turned away from the stack of sweaters she’d folded and refolded at least seven times that day. The store was crowded with people taking advantage of the after-Christmas sales. Behind Erin stood a little girl about seven years old with long dark braids.

 

“My uncle said it was all right to ask a stranger for help as long as I went to the stranger and they did not come to me,” her young voice explained. “He also said a lady would be better than a man.”

 

Erin smiled as she stooped to the child’s level. “Your uncle must be a very good parent,” she told her.

 

“Oh, he’s not a parent. He has only me. I’m his favorite niece.” She said it with all the adultness a seven-year-old could muster. Erin stifled a laugh.

 

“Are you lost?”

 

“No, ma’am.” She shook her head from side to side.  The long braids, clipped with red barrettes, slapped at her face. She had bangs that flowed dark and engaging to her eyebrows and eyelashes that Erin wished were her own. “I know where I am.”

 

“Then how can I help you?”

 

“It’s my uncle. He’s lost.” She checked over her shoul­der. “He was buying a gift and I looked around. Then he was gone.”

 

Erin glanced about the store. Everyone was buying something. It was the second largest shopping day of the year, equal only to Black Friday. The store was so crowded Erin had left her office to join the sales staff.

 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll find him. Now what’s your name?”

 

“Alicia Marie Allen.”

 

She spoke distinctly, like she’d learned her name in nursery school.

 

“Okay, Alicia Marie Allen, my name is Erin.” She pointed to the small white name tag pinned to the lapel of her red suit.

 

“May I call you Erin?”

 

Erin nodded.

 

“My uncle makes me call big people Ms. or Mrs.”

 

Erin smiled broadly. She wanted to hug the child. “Well maybe in my case, he’ll make an exception. Now what’s your uncle’s name?”

 

“Uncle Raimi.”

 

Erin stiffened. She lost her balance, putting her hand on the floor to keep from falling. It couldn’t be him, she told herself.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price?” Erin asked, grasping at a straw, knowing she was wrong even before the child’s head bobbed up and down.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price,” the child confirmed with the same aplomb with which she’d given her own name.

 

Erin caught her gasp before it escaped. Raimi Price was in her store. What was he doing here? When had he returned to Cranbury, New Jersey, and why did no one mention he was in town?

 

The rumor mill here was as lively as it was in any small community. Cranbury was only a few miles square. She could walk it end to end in under an hour. Yet the grape­vine had failed to get word to her that the man who’d dumped her at the senior prom was back and likely to cross paths with her at any moment.

 

The small hamlet in the center of the state was quiet and reserved with only a meager area they could call down­town. On any summer evening you could find people walk­ing down the streets. At this time of year, they admired the holiday decorations and store scenes. Erin’s store sat in the center of town, near the lake. When she’d bought the old warehouse building, people called her idea crazy, but today those same people shopped there regularly and spoke to her with a smile and a nod. Any one of them could have told her Raimi was back. Yet none of them had. Had they forgotten what happened to her? It was years ago. She was thirty-two now, no longer a sophomore, and no longer in love with Raimi Price. But the pain of his humiliation would live with her forever.

 

What would Raimi’s presence change? Would they remember what he’d done to her? Of course they would, she told herself. It was a hazard of living in a small town. Everyone knew everyone else and memories were long.

 

“Do you think we could look for him?” The little voice brought her back to her position on the floor.

 

“I’ll—I’ll get someone to find him,” Erin stammered.

 

“There he is.” Alicia’s voice rose with excitement, and she scampered off toward him. Erin wanted to turn away, but she was crouched on the floor. She stood up slowly, fear making her heart beat faster, waiting for that moment when he’d make eye contact with her, the moment he recognized who she was.

 

In one hand Raimi had a shopping bag with the store’s logo on its side. With the grace of a large cat, he knelt to the floor and received the running child. Erin watched him hug her, then push her away, saying something repri­manding before pulling her against his chest and hugging her again. Finally, he stood, taking the child with him, holding her with only one arm. The other he used to pick up the shopping bag.

 

Erin hadn’t seen Raimi Price since his last day of high school, sixteen years ago. He’d humiliated her so badly at the senior prom that she never wanted to see him again. Yet here he stood, looking directly at her.

 

He hadn’t changed much in sixteen years. As a seventeen-year-old, he was the best-looking guy in school: tall, athletic, tight buns. At thirty-four any boyishness he had had long since vanished. The man approaching her was blindingly sexy. His skin was dark and rich like smooth silk. His hair was thick, closely cut, and he wore a small mustache. He still had that outdoor athletic look. Erin remembered thinking he reminded her of a Montana cow­boy—rugged, strong, capable-of-anything—and how she’d wanted those strong, capable arms banded about her body.

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:       

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: A Christmas Accident by @Melissa_Keir #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: A Christmas Accident

 

Author: Melissa Keir

 

Genre: Contemporary, Small-Town Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Expecting her first child, Sherri Wilder Davison wants nothing more than to spend time with her father over the holidays, but fate has a way of changing her best-laid plans.

 

Adam Davison is willing to do anything to make his pregnant wife happy. He will face hell to have her home for the holidays.

 

For Sherri and Adam, the holidays are a time of celebration and love, but this Christmas will be unlike any they have ever faced.

 

When a horrible blizzard causes an automobile accident that puts the lives of those Sherri loves on the line, can a Christmas miracle save them?

 

Excerpt:

The arctic blast of freezing snow turned Route 2 into a sheet of ice, making travel almost impossible. The drive from Michigan shouldn’t have taken more than three or four hours, but the harsh winter weather increased our time. We’d passed through Sandusky and were almost to Amherst, however, the conditions were continuing to worsen. Peanut was quiet in my tummy as if he too, sensed our terror at the horrible circumstances.

 

Looking over at Adam, I could see the strain etched on his face. His normally bright eyes were focused intently on the road, never wavering. His hands clenched the steering wheel tightly. Not wanting to add to his stress, I didn’t speak. The silence in the car was deafening. The only sound came from the windshield wipers swishing against the blizzard conditions.

 

I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. My fear climbed as my heart raced with each pass of the wipers across the window. The smell of stale coffee made my stomach clench.

 

“Adam, maybe we should stop. You know, wait the storm out. I don’t want to put our lives on the line to get to my dad’s.”

 

“We’re almost there. Just a little farther.”

 

Suddenly, out of the blizzard, two red lights appeared in front of us. A stopped car stood on the freeway in front of us. The taillights’ bright glare mocked the whiteness of the snowstorm. Adam slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the car, only to have our SUV fishtail before sliding toward the median guardrail. Even in four-wheel drive, the car wasn’t a match for the icy conditions.

 

Adam screamed, “Oh God! Hold on!”

 

Dread filled my chest, as I gripped the armrests and braced my feet flat against the floor. Please let us be okay. Prayers filled my mind as snow whipped past the windshield. The screeching became the last sound I heard as the car’s body skidded against the metal guardrail before flipping, rolling over and over.

 

 

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On Christmas Eve, we always went to my father’s side of the family for dinner and presents. It was a special time where we would sing and dance, play games and put on musical shows. My grandparents would cook sauerkraut soup and bake cookies. We’d have special punch and spend time with our cousins. Driving home, we’d “oooh” and “ahh” over the lights on the homes and share our wishes of Christmas Day gifts.

 

Today, my dad still makes sauerkraut soup for my sisters who get together with him each Christmas Eve. Since we live too far to join them, we’ve started a new tradition of going out for Chinese with my husband’s family. Spending time with family is the most special gift of the holiday season.

 

Melissa Keir

 

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Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Magic Shoppe by @shailstock #ROMANTICFANTASY #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Magic Shoppe

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romantic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:  

Georgiana Castleton is gifted. But she knows all gifts come with a price. And hers is a short life. This will be her last Christmas and she’s resolved to her fate–until two mysterious men enter her life and revive her hope. But she has to get something for each of them. And it will take a miracle to do that. And even with her gift she has no guarantee that she will succeed.

Angus Fielding’s moves are those of a magician. Appearing virtually out of thin air, he saves Georgiana from the jaws of death. With inhuman forces stalking her, Georgiana knows his help also comes at a price. She doesn’t know what Angus wants…but her life depends on her giving it to him.

 

Excerpt:

Lancelot’s sword flew off the wall. In an instant it turned, pointed toward Mr. Moorehead, its velocity squealing as it cut through the air and headed straight for him. He stopped it an inch from the center of his eyebrows. It hung there, without physical support, as dangerous as a speeding bullet, until he sent it spinning back. End over end it swept through the room. No one since Lancelot had wielded it. No one but himself.

 

The sword was Mr. Moorehead’s favorite. It wasn’t a toy and held no magic of its own. He’d chosen it as an antique, used it when he was alone and when he was nervous.

 

As he was now.

 

He hated waiting. And he’d been waiting over an hour.

 

The unmanned sword flipped skyward, fought invisible enemies, skillfully avoiding the light chords hanging from the ceiling. The activity kept his mind active and away from thoughts of his tardy guest. The hair on the magic dolls blew in the sword’s wind. A myriad of toys clinked, vibrating against each other on the display tables. The cacophony of sound made a discordant music that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

 

Sending the sword back to its place high on the wall, Mr. Moorehead checked his pocket watch. An hour and a quarter had past since the appointed time. He scratched his head and rubbed his short beard. Would the man not come? This was not the way to begin a job that relied on precise elements, deadlines and stealth.

 

Picking up a large crystal ball, he polished the glass in the soft glow of a single lamp, setting set his mind purposely away from the expected man. He surveyed the many toys filling every conceivable space in the magic shop. The kids loved coming here and playing with them. In his shop nothing every broke and he never shooed a child away.

 

The business was below stairs, on the basement level of a New York brownstone. He’d lived on the upper three floors longer than he could remember, much longer than any of the families living at street level today. He would hate to leave it, but time passed and his was nearing the end. If his guest refused his invitation or refused his mission, this would be his last Christmas.

 

Looking up, he raised his hand. The sword wielded about the room. Anger had it flying dangerously close to the toys, but he was a skilled artist. Suddenly the bell over the door tinkled. Mr. Moorehead swung around. The sword flew straight toward the intruder. Mr. Moorehead’s breath stopped. At that instant so did the sword. It stood in the air, vibrating back and forth, its tip only an eyelash away from the newcomer’s brow. The light was dim in the closed shop. He only saw an outline, not any details of the person standing by the door. Yet he’d heard the astonished cry when the sword nearly pierced the man’s forehead. Slowly Mr. Moorehead backed it away and let it clatter to the floor.

 

Relieved that his guest had finally arrived, Mr. Moorehead walked toward the man. The anticipation on his face fell when he saw the slip of a girl standing just inside the entrance. He did not recognize her. He knew everyone in the neighborhood, and they knew his magic shop closed at five. It was now past seven.

 

“May I help you?” he asked. “Are you here seeking a gift for a friend or relative?”

 

She looked at the sword on the floor, but said nothing about it. Neither did she move to retrieve it or step away from any danger it might still entertain.

 

“I am not,” she said, her voice stronger than she looked. “I am Georgiana Winifred Castleton.”  Her thin shoulders lifted a bit. “I believe you are expecting me.”

 

He looked confused. The name meant nothing to him, but she spoke it as if it should. There was even the tone of nobility underlying the lithe of her speech. Although nobility had not crossed the Atlantic with the new Americans, Mr. Moorehead had witnessed the break between the colonies and their mother country.

 

“May I help you?”  He leaned forward, not quite bowing.

 

She pulled a battered looking envelope from her sleeve. He immediately recognized it.

 

“Georgiana Winifred Castleton?” he frowned.

 

“George Castle,” she said. He immediately understood that this was not the first time she had used the bastardization of her given name as subterfuge. He checked himself, stifling a smile. It was one thing that sided in her favor. She had brash and that could come in handy if she were not a girl.

 

Mr. Moorehead tried to speak, but only made an incomprehensible noise. He bent forward and picked up the sword. “You are a girl.” He finally got the words out.

 

She jumped back, her hands going to her breasts as if he had scared her. “I did not know that. Thank you so much for pointing it out.”

 

She was only a hair over five feet, with long wisps of blonde hair that needed curling and huge brown eyes. It was impossible not to look into them.

 

“I was not expecting a female or a child.”

 

“Not a problem,” she said. “I can fix that.”  In a wink, she spun fully around, her tattered clothes clinging to her slight frame. As she came back to face him, the girl was gone. Standing before him was a young man. His length of hair was a might too long. He had no whiskers, but a sort of peach fuzz on her chin indicating his young age. His gaze, however, was direct and penetrating. Gone was any appearance of weakness.

 

“You are late,” he said, closeting his astonishment in the censured tone of his voice.

 

Spreading her hands, she offered him a smile. Deep dimples creased her cheeks and changed her face from childlike to something different…something more.

 

“And you are playing with toys.”

 

 

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Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Bastard’s Iberian Bride by @AlinaKField #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Bastard’s Iberian Bride

 

Author:       Alina K. Field

 

Genre:        Regency Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Daughter of spies

 

For a chance at true freedom, Paulette Heardwyn needs the fortune left her by her inscrutable father. But she doesn’t know what it is, where it is, or how to find it, and the only man with answers, the Earl of Shaldon, takes his secrets to the grave. Worse, the dead earl tries to force her marriage to his bastard son—and leaves her prey to a traitor seeking the same treasure she’s after.

 

Soldier, Steward, Bastard

 

Bink Gibson is ready to throw off his quiet life as steward to his old commander and head for India and the chance of prosperity. But before he can leave he’s summoned to the deathbed of the Earl of Shaldon, a meddling spymaster, a complete stranger…and his father.

 

And the Earl has set a trap Bink will never be able to resist.

 

Excerpt:

A tap at the door brought the innkeeper’s smiling, buxom maid with a flagon of ale and a pint tankard. Bink thanked her for the drink, and silently, for the interruption, and started speaking before the door shut on the wench, before the lady across from him could stop glaring at her and untie her tongue.

 

“I know we haven’t gone far, Miss Heardwyn, but it is, if you will remember, the Sabbath, and in spite of it, we’ve all had a hard day’s labor. The servants are entitled to a rest. Kincaid and the men will watch over your wagon. Nothing will go missing.”

 

She studied her teacup and worried at her lush lower lip with those perfect white teeth. She was a beauty, was Miss Heardwyn, much more to his taste than the flaxen-haired serving wench, and in other circumstances…

 

“As to the cost.” She cleared her throat.

 

“You are not to worry, miss. I’ve said you will have any monies Shaldon has left me, and I mean it. I will bear the cost tonight, and tomorrow we’ll make the arrangements with Bakeley for the rest.”

 

Her gaze shot up, eyes flashing. She did not want to be in his debt.

 

Or… she did not want to return to Cransdall.

 

She stood and walked to the fireplace. The room had gone warm, and he debated opening one of the casement windows a tad wider.

 

“Mabel, wait outside please,” the lady said, her back to the both of them.

 

Bink eased out of his chair. “Leave the door open, Mabel. You may stand outside and eavesdrop but don’t allow anyone else to listen.”

 

The maid’s lips quivered as she curtsied and hurried out.

 

He turned back to the lady. “Is this where you tell me you will not return to Cransdall?”

 

Paulette’s breath caught. Mr. Gibson had moved up next to her with a great deal of stealth, close enough to lay hands on her if he wished.

 

His big body radiated warmth and suffused her with his scent. Even after a hard day of riding, the man-scent was subtle, no stronger than her farmer’s had been on a Sunday morning, dressed in his best. But the yeoman farmer had repelled her. There was nothing repellant about Mr. Gibson.

 

She reached for some calm, trying to still her heart. She was shorter than most women, true, but even if she’d been tall for a woman, he would still tower over her. He spread one enormous hand against the mantel and leaned into it, sending her heart fluttering into her throat.

 

She coughed to clear it. She must not let him think her weak. “Returning to Cransdall is out of the question for me. If you take me there, I will never be able to leave.”

 

Quiet followed, the long silence making her wonder if he’d actually heard.

 

“Where do you want to go?” he asked.

 

This inn was on the main road, the groom had said. She might have enough money to get to London, and then a bit more for her keep once she arrived. For a few days, anyway. Once she located the solicitor and one of her trustees, she would be provided for, surely.

 

She would not tell him those plans.

 

“What of your belongings we rescued today?” he asked, before she could speak.

 

Grrr. He was tricky, this one. She had not thought that far ahead. “They will be safe at Cransdall, surely. Kincaid and the grooms can take them back. You can return to your home.”

 

“And you—”

 

“You are not my keeper, Mr. Gibson.”

 

He studied her for a too-long moment, sending warmth up her cheeks. She would not look away. She would not give him the satisfaction.

 

“I’ll ask you to sleep on it, and we’ll talk again at breakfast.” He reached one long finger up and swept a lock of hair behind her ear.

 

His touch jolted her, too delicate for the man. She could feel her breath rising and falling like a bellows-blown fire, all deliciously lit up within her, with a promise of something she couldn’t fathom.

 

 

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I love many holiday traditions, but my favorite is gathering around the table with family for a special Christmas Day meal. Usually, it’s roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy, but last year we did a full brunch: ham, Belgian waffles, mini-frittatas, fruit salad, and champagne. That may be our new tradition!

 

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Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.

 

She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s Band, and a 2016 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist, Liliana’s Letter, as well as her latest release, The Marquess and the Midwife. She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: One Christmas Night by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                One Christmas Night

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb:               

Elizabeth Gregory’s world fell apart one Christmas, and she never wants to see the man who caused it–her ex-fiance, James Hill. He might be boy-wonder to the investment world, but to her he’s the man involved in her sister’s death. Yet as the holiday season happily paints the streets in the nation’s Capitol red and green, Elizabeth is standing on his doorstep. For her it’s the worse time of the year. But James makes her a wager – one she can’t refuse.

James found and lost of the love of his life, but providence brings back to him during the holiday season. This time he’ll never let her go–even if he has to convince her he’s what she wants. Can they find magic on this one Christmas night?

 

Excerpt:

Elizabeth had vowed never to see James Hill again.  Yet tonight, twelve days from Christmas, when her emotions were as raw as the wind whipping at her skirt, she found herself standing on his porch.  Tiny white lights outlined the entire structure and she could see the tree, with its lights blinking, through the huge picture window.  The scene couldn’t have been better set up if Hallmark had photographed it for one of their Christmas cards.  “How could I have been so stupid!”  Of all the addresses to mix up, how could she have pulled his out instead of the one behind it?  Why hadn’t she thrown it out three years ago when she’d walked out of his life?

 

Elizabeth Gregory’s finger punched the doorbell as if she wanted to push the Georgian colonial over with her index finger.  Inside she heard the musical notes of St. Michael’s permeate the chilling air.  He hadn’t changed that either, she thought.  How often had she listened to that sound with a wide smile on her face?  She shuddered pulling her red velvet cape closer around her, knowing the coldness gripping her had more to do with anticipation than temperature.

 

“He’s not here,” she muttered, pushing the bell a second time.  She should be relieved that he wasn’t home, but she had to get that package back and deliver it to the right address.  “Come on, James,” she ordered.  “You’ve got to be here.”

 

It was the Christmas season.  The sudden memory of a previous Christmas burst in her brain.  Where had they been?  Curled up in front of the fire at his cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, only the two of them and a fake fur rug.  Snow piled up to the windows outside, yet neither of them noticed or cared.  Elizabeth shook herself.  She forced the image of their naked bodies out of her mind.  The firelight was too hypnotizing not to remember James highlighted against the red-gold glow of leaping flames.

 

In three years she expected her anger would have cooled, but she found the prospect of facing him as frightening as reaching for an exposed wire.  Pressing her fingers against her temples, she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.  She didn’t need a headache tonight.

 

Ringing the bell a third time, she knew her luck had run out.  James wasn’t home.  Even Mrs. Andrews, his part-time housekeeper, would be with her own family by this time.  She looked around the porch for the package.  It wasn’t there.  Maybe the delivery hadn’t been made.  Silently she prayed for a tiny bit of luck.  If James hadn’t been home, the box could have been returned to the shop.  Silently she prayed for the alternative to be true.  It was worth a try.

 

Elizabeth turned to leave. Everything had gone well with her temporary assistant until today when she had pulled James Hill’s address instead of Jason Hillery and handed it to Joanne.  The young college co-ed was distressed over the mix-up, but didn’t know the city well enough to find James’s house.  Few people could negotiate Rock Creek Park during daylight hours.  After dark, the poor girl would never have found the house nestled among giant rhododendrons on Redwood Terrace.  And the very important delivery would have no chance of reaching the correct address in time.  Chantel Hartman-Lawrence had been adamant about it arriving on time.  Elizabeth had assured her Invitation to Love had built a reputation on correct and prompt delivery.  Now she was going to have to eat those words.

 

“Elizabeth!”

 

James Hill, his voice literally took her breath away.  Elizabeth closed her eyes again as she gathered strength and pushed the pounding in her crown away.  Squaring her shoulders she turned to face her former fiancé.  He hadn’t changed much, from what she could see of him silhouetted against the back light of the doorway.  At thirty-seven, his hair had not a hint of grey.  His face was strong, his skin tight across his features.  He had a square jaw giving him a ruthless look until he smiled.  Then any hint of severity disappeared.  He was smiling now.  Elizabeth’s heart pounded in her ears.  She stifled the urge to press her hands against her head.  Her breath congealing in the crisp December air, looked like a jerky staccato.  She hoped James didn’t notice it.  He filled the doorway, dressed in tennis shoes and a sweat suit.  Even the bagginess of the outfit couldn’t hide his powerfully built physique.  She knew he exercised regularly.  It appeared that even tonight, while most people were still frantically shopping in the area malls, he’d gone to the gym.  James had always been calm and exacting.  He’d probably finished his shopping, wrapped everything and stored them under the tree.

 

“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said, raising one eyebrow.  “I just got in.”

 

“It’s nice to see you too,” she said, her sarcasm undisguised as she swept passed him without an invitation.  The house too, looked the same.  A roaring fire in the huge fireplace that dominated the high ceilinged room made it warm and comfortable.  Pine boughs scented the air.  Entwined with the same white lights as decorated the outside, they arched from the mantle, the doorways and up the imposing stairwell, whose newel post was as large as her waist was around.  Silent Night played softly from the sound system in the back room.  Wires traveled through the walls to reach the speakers in the corners and bring music to each room.  The house was beautiful, the kind Elizabeth often saw displayed in the holiday issue of  Architectural Digest.  The tree, its lights flashing in the window, was perfect, so much so, it brought tears to her eyes.  Quickly she blinked them away.  She loved this old house.  It had been built before the turn of the century and she’d imagined herself living here after she and James were married.

 

Unfortunately, they hadn’t made the trip down the aisle.

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Silver Bells by @JacqBiggar #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #MGTAB


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Title: Silver Bells

 

Author: Jacquie Biggar

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Will a Christmas wish give a lonely author a family?

 

 

Mystery writer, Joel Carpenter, has no time for romance. He has a deadline to meet, and too many skeletons in his closet to trust the slightly spinny artist renting his house.

 

Christy Taylor has her hands full dealing with an ailing business and a diabetic daughter, she doesn’t need the temptation that is her landlord, Joel Carpenter.

 

Can a Christmas wish bring two stubborn souls together and give a little girl the gift she wants most?

 

 

Excerpt:

The room was cluttered, filled with varying sizes of glass display cases. Some showcased pottery and native craftsmanship, while others exhibited porcelain dolls and west coast animals made from jade. The walls held framed prints, some in watercolor, others hand-drawn in pencil and crayon. Each an exquisite work of art. An all too familiar view of the breakwater had him swinging around in disbelief.

 

“You,” he growled.

 

The woman stood with her arms crossed defensively, but the raised chin and flashing green eyes told him she’d already made the connection.

 

“What do you want?” she demanded. “How did you find me?”

 

“So you were telling the truth, you’re not a reporter.” He was tempted to smile at the inelegant snort his comment received. She really was a firecracker, this one.

 

“I believe I said that the other night. And speaking of stalking…” She raised her pencil-fine brow.

 

Two new customers entered, setting the bells tinkling again, and her demeanor turned warm and inviting. She glanced at him, hesitated, then strode around the counter to help the clients, her back ramrod straight.

 

Joel lingered, somewhat bemused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been made to wait. More often than not, people were so ingratiating it maddened him. This was… refreshing.

 

Now that he could see her in the daylight she was quite pretty. Not beautiful. Her features were too narrow, her lips too wide. Yet something about her face was striking. Maybe it was those jade green eyes. They reminded him of the ocean in all its tumultuous glory. Or maybe it was the glorious crown of golden-red hair endowed with a life of its own, bouncing and shimmering halfway down her slim back. Her legs were long and athletic looking, encased in those narrow fitted track pants women seemed to favor these days. He’d always thought they looked ridiculous, until now.

 

He cleared his throat and turned away from the temptation of her curvy backside. Maybe he should just come back later when the owner returned. The last thing he needed to be doing right now was to get sidetracked by the prospect of the chase. Because that’s all it was; once he won, his interest always disappeared.

 

“So, you never answered my question.”

 

Her melodic voice floating from just over his shoulder startled him.

 

He swung around, surprised to see they were once again alone in the store. He hadn’t even heard the blasted bells this time. She was shorter than he expected. Her spitfire personality had turned her into an Amazon in his mind.

 

“Where’s your boss?” he asked, his tone somewhat abrupt but he couldn’t help it, she threw him off-balance. “Aren’t you rather young to be left running the store on your own?”

 

Her gaze lit with laughter. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

 

He looked at her, puzzled. “Best what?”

 

She tilted her head to the side as though trying to figure him out. “Forget it. Is there a message I can give my… boss for you?”

 

Joel had the insane urge to reach out and touch her to see if she was real. It was uncanny. She was the spitting image of his heroine. How could this have happened? He’d already written about Rebecca before meeting this woman on the beach the other night so that wasn’t the reason. It made him supremely uncomfortable to look at her and feel like he knew what she was thinking—which of course he couldn’t.

 

“Have we met before?” There had to be some explanation. Maybe she’d traveled to Scotland and he’d seen her there. Or maybe he’d lost his ever-lovin’ mind. They say everyone has a doppelganger, but this… this was weird.

 

She laughed.

 

And no doubt thought him crazy.

 

“You mean other than our less than friendly meeting the other night? No, I don’t think so.”

 

Yeah, he didn’t either.

 

He shook his head, suddenly eager to get home and do some editing. “Tell your boss her landlord was here.”

 

He stepped out the door, but couldn’t leave without gazing at her one more time. The shimmer in the glass when the door slid closed made her face waver, like an out of focus lens on a camera. A chill wormed its way down Joel’s spine. He glanced at the cloudless blue of the December sky and tugged his jacket closed.

 

 

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One of our favorite traditions is to gather up the family (there’s only five of us here J), pile into the car, stop for hot chocolates, and then spend a couple of hours looking at Christmas lights. Some people go all out! It’s a great way to start the holiday period.

 

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JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Santa Claws by @Krispiewrites #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Santa Claws

 

Author: Kris Pearson

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

From dark start to delicious ending, this unusual Christmas tale is romantic and uplifting. Nothing will ever be the same again after Jeff is accused of threatening to murder his wife. Or Evie is bruised one time too many by her abusive boyfriend. Or Santa Claws the cat starts howling under the house.

 

This delightfully different novella brings eventual happiness for everyone – including added joy for Christian and Fiona who you first met in Kris’s novel THE WRONG SISTER. Come and spend a sunny summer Christmas in Wellington, New Zealand. You could even adopt a kitten….

 

 

Excerpt:

“We saw you, Jeff Hartley! Saw you at Kentucky Fried. Saw her get in the car. Saw you laughing and smiling at her.” Monica’s face had turned beet-red, and the tendons in her neck stretched tight as she thrust her head toward him. It was more than she’d said to him in weeks. Months. How had things got so bad?

 

“Yeah, Jeff,” her sister Ingrid snapped. “We saw you leaning all over her. Opening the car door for her. How long since you did that for Monny?”

 

Jeff grabbed a deep breath. Jeez but he could do without Ingrid in the middle of this. “Evie was carrying dinner. For the no-hopers she lives with. Was I supposed to stand by and let her struggle with that and the door as well?”

 

“Why were you giving a lift?” Monica’s machine-gun mouth rattled out the question.

 

“Because it was bloody raining. It’s only a block out of my way from work.”

 

She aimed a slap at him and missed because he reared back. “You’ve done it plenty of times before, because people have seen you,” she accused.

 

“A couple of times. Three at most.” How had his wife known that? And maybe it was a few more than three…

 

“Well, I’ve had enough,” she snapped. “You’re out of here. See how you like trying to find somewhere else to live with no money.”

 

Jeff registered Monica’s triumphant sneer, and then Ingrid’s. “Monica, what the hell have you done?”

 

“Transferred the money somewhere you’ll never find it. All of it. I deserve it for what I’ve had to put up with from you. Unfaithful bastard.”

 

Jeff’s bile rose into his throat and he took a step forward, towering over her. “What you’ve had to put up with? A roof over your head, still being paid for by me? All the food and bills paid by me ever since you left that job last year? And in return, I get what? One meal a day, grudgingly cooked, and I can’t remember the last time we had sex. Serve you right if I was unfaithful.”

 

He drew another breath to continue, but Ingrid beat him to it. “She’s been a good wife to you. Looked after your home without complaint.”

 

He turned on his sister-in-law and glared. “Keep out of this, Ing. It’s no business of yours.”

 

“It’s totally my business. She’s my baby sis. I have to watch out for her.”

 

Jeff cut his gaze back to Monica. “What have you done with the money, Mon?”

 

“Hidden it where you’ll never find it,” she hissed. Pure vitriol gleamed in her eyes.

 

“You’re dreaming. The bank will have records of exactly what you did. I could kill you for this!”

 

“He said ‘kill’. He said ‘kill’,” Ingrid shrieked. “You’re not safe, Monica. I’m calling the cops.”

 

“Get the hell away from us, Ing. Get out of my house. Take your nosy meddling body off my property right now or I’ll throw you over the gate.”

 

“I’ve got you recorded,” she yelled, brandishing her phone at him.

 

She did indeed retreat, but only to the front boundary. After a few more minutes of heated ‘discussion’ between him and Monica, two uniformed police arrived, asked him to pack a bag, and said they were taking him into custody for the night ‘to give everyone a chance to calm down.’

 

No way would Jeff let his father or brother know he’d been arrested tonight. No-one in the Hartley family had ever been to jail.

 

 

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iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/santa-claws/id1192119429?mt=11

 

Kobo  https://www.kobo.com/nz/en/ebook/santa-claws-5

 

Nook https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/santa-claws-kris-pearson/1126310390;jsessionid=0AED260DDE65BE014A90FA13417E71A5.prodny_store01-atgap09?ean=2940153943961

 

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Google Play https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kris_Pearson_SantaClaws?id=BWM2DgAAQBAJ&hl=en

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

Pavlova cake and raspberries! We have Christmas in the middle of summer in New Zealand.

 

Kris Pearson

 

Author Biography:

Kris writes sizzling contemporary romance, pure and simple. Well, maybe not that pure! They’re sexy stories about couples who fall in love, and into bed along the way, just like real people do.

 

If you like your books sweeter, you can enjoy some of the same stories under her Kerri Peach author name (which are currently being translated in China!)

If it’s fine, she gardens. If it’s wet, she writes. And if the writing’s going well, the garden can look after itself. She’s an advertising copywriter and a decor specialist, and the author of ‘The Boat Builder’s Bed’, of which more than two million were downloaded free. Giving away this taste of her work kick-started sales of all her other novels.

Her Heartlands series follows the girls who live deep in the New Zealand countryside. Her seven Wellington books are set in the capital city so she can make use of the beautiful harbor in the plots. There’s also a Spanish version of her website http://www.krispearson.com – click the flags at the top right of it to change languages. Her all-time best-sellers are ‘Taken by the Sheikh’ and ‘Desired by the Sheikh’.

 

She’s now working on the second of her Scarlet Bay Series. ‘Hard to Regret’ is the first. ‘Hard to Resist’ will be the second.

 

Social Media Links:

https://www.facebook.com/krispearsonauthor/

http://krispearson.com/

https://twitter.com/krispiewrites

 

#ChristmasInJuly Fete: The Christmas List by @shailstock #romance #books #giveaway


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Title:           The Christmas List

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romance

 

Book Blurb:  

A freak accident changed the course of tennis player Allie Underwood’s life. Two years in recuperation, she’s finally back on her feet, but her plans of opening a tennis academy died with the accident. Then Allie encounters architect Peter Barrett who literally pulls the rug out from under her. Attempting to avoid him proves fruitless as he’s everywhere she turns. When he pulls her into his arms and passion flares between them, Allie’s future and her heart are in jeopardy.

Patting himself on the back after gaining a lucrative contract, Peter Barrett is stunned when a teenage angel appears in his home office and tells him she’s there to save his soul. He has to help another mortal by fulfilling her Christmas wishes. Peter has never had a happy Christmas. And the chosen woman stands in the way of his architectural plans.

Will they learn the value of good will to men and open their hearts to love?

 

Excerpt:

Allie’s hand shook when she looked down at the year old paper.  Her mouth went dry as she stared at the list she’d begun two years ago.  Uncalled for emotions sailed into her like a fast moving train.  Her free hand went to her heart, trying to control the sudden beating that she could feel all the way to her head.

 

The note’s title was clear, but the year had been obliterated by water damage.  She didn’t need to see it.  She knew exactly when she’d written it.  It was during her before period.  Before the accident.  Before her world collided with a drunk driver.  Before life as she knew it and the promising future her friends and family knew was hers, was snatched away in a blinding few seconds that crushed her life, limbs, and career into a space too small for a woman her size.

 

Balling the single sheet into golf-ball size, Allie tossed it toward the trash can – missing it by inches.  She didn’t need to read it.  She knew what it said.  She also knew the list was moot.  Allie wouldn’t get any of her Christmas wishes – not then or now.

 

“Allie, are you ready?” her sister called from the hall.  Allie started taking a deep breath and snapping her attention to the present.  From the sound of Melanie’s voice, Allie could tell she was half-way up the stairs.

 

“Just throwing out some trash,” Allie called.  She glanced toward the trash can as if she could see her past.

 

Melanie pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for Allie to offer her entrance.  She was immaculately dressed in black pants, a creamy soft cable-knit sweater and red knee-length boots.  Not at all like Allie who wore a simple green dress with long sleeves.  It was cinched at the waist by a silver belt whose loop was three dress sizes tighter than it had been a year ago.  Allie wore support stockings and shoes with a one-inch heel.  There was snow outside, but it had been cleared away leaving adequate paths that could keep her feet dry.  Despite spending her entire life in Lighthouse, Maine, Allie did not like boots.

 

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked, looking around.

 

“Cleaning out some papers I don’t need anymore.”  She wanted to say some old memories, but that would spark more conversation than she wanted to go into with her perceptive sister.

 

“Ready?”

 

Allie pushed her arms into her coat.  “I am now.”  She smiled even though she didn’t feel like it.

 

“It’s cold out, but it hasn’t snowed yet.”

 

New snow was predicted.  Allie saw her sister glance at her shoes.  The censure that she should have on the boots Melanie had bought her was there.  She ignored it and started for the door.

 

“I’ll take this down for you,” Melanie said, lifting the nearly full trash can.

 

Allie gritted her teeth.  After two years, she was capable of taking her own trash down the stairs, but Melanie thought she was helping.  And Allie’s limp was almost gone.  If she didn’t overdo or try to walk too fast, no one could tell she even had a limp.

 

Melanie took the trash basket to the kitchen and left it next to a larger one.  The balled up list still lay on the floor of Allie’s bedroom.  Neither of them noticed.

 

 

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Google – https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Shirley_Hailstock_The_Christmas_List?id=3jmvBAAAQBAJ

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ShirleyHailstockFan

Twitter – https://twitter.com/@shailstock

Tumblr – https://shailstock.tumblr.com/

Wattpad – https://www.wattpad.com/user/shailstock

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/shailstock/

Email: shirleyhailstockfan@gmail.com

Newsletter: https://madmimi.com/signups/136297/join

Website – http://www.ShirleyHailstock.net

 

 

#ChristmasInJuly Fete: Christmas Revels II by @LouisaCornell et. al #romance #books #giveaway


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Title: Christmas Revels II: Four Regency Novellas

 

Author: Hannah Meredith, Anna D. Allen, Louisa Cornell, & Kate Parker

 

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Let the Revels begin-again! Four new stories with four distinctive voices:

The Vicar’s Christmas – Margaret Trent never needs anything or anyone, but when two London solicitors show up on her doorstep, she needs a hero. Enter Henry Ogden, mild-mannered village vicar. Hardly the stuff of heroes… until adversity brings out unexpected talents.

A Christmas Equation – A chance meeting between a reluctant viscount and a self-effacing companion revives memories of their shared past-a time when they were very different people. With secrets to keep, Sarah Clendenin wishes Benjamin Radcliff gone… but he’s making calculations of his own.

Crimson Snow – A trail of blood drops leads Jane Merrywether to a wounded stranger-the only person standing in the way of her wicked guardian becoming an earl. John Rexford, long-thought dead, has returned to claim his inheritance and his promised bride… if he can survive a murderous Christmas.

A Perfectly Unregimented Christmas – After years at war, Viscount Pennyworth returns to his ancestral home to find some peace and quiet and to avoid the holiday he loathes. But four naughty boys, a bonnet-wearing goat, a one-eyed cat, a family secret, and one Annabelle Winters, governess, make this a Christmas he’ll never forget.

 

 

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2 e-copies of Christmas Revels

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Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/christmas-revels-ii-four-regency-novellas

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Authors’ Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

Hannah – I love to decorate for Christmas. I admit I go crazy with greens and bows. Outside there are wreathes – one 4 ft., one 3 ft., one 2 ft., and two 18 inches – all with bows.  I also put up eleven window sprays (with bows) and put sprays (and bows) on the mailbox. Inside—well, I go crazier. Fortunately, we have a big old house that fits my insanity.

 

Anna – Our bizarre Christmas Eve dinner is the only meal we really have with “once a year” foods. I call it a Scandinavian Feast of the Seven Fishes. We have oyster stew–which I don’t care for– and then all these canapés and appetizer-like dishes. There are caviar canapés, and lox, and smoked oysters, and pickled herring, and crab salad, and hot crab spread, and shrimp in butter, and lots of bread and more bread. And we always eat it all much too fast! Then we remind ourselves “ah, but there’s still dessert.”

 

Louisa – My favorite decoration is my small desktop Christmas tree that has shoe ornaments on it. Only shoe ornaments, mostly of Regency or Victorian era shoes, but some stiletto and other contemporary shoes too. And a tiny pair of ruby slippers at the top.

 

Kate – I love watching the Christmas musical programs on TV. Kings College Oxford, National Cathedral, anywhere there is a good choir and a pipe organ or orchestra. A cappella madrigal singing is also a treat at Christmastime.

 

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Authors Biographies:

Hannah Meredith is, above all, a storyteller. She’s long been fascinated by the dreams that haunt the human heart and has an abiding interest in English history. This combination led her to write historical romance. Hannah is a member of RWA and Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.

 

Anna D. Allen lives deep in the woods with too many books and not enough dogs. She holds a Bachelor of Science and a Master of Arts in Language and Literature. Her future plans include growing tomatoes and cleaning out the freezer. When not writing or reading, she can be found in the kitchen.

 

Louisa Cornell is a retired opera singer living in LA (Lower Alabama) who cannot remember a time she wasn’t writing or telling stories. Anglophile, student of Regency England, historical romance writer— she escaped Walmart to write historical romance and hasn’t looked back. She is a member of RWA, Southern Magic RWA, and the Beau Monde Chapter of RWA.

 

Kate Parker grew up reading her mother’s collection of mystery books by Christie, Sayers, and others. Now she can’t write a story without someone being murdered, and everyday items are studied for their lethal potential. It’s taken her years to convince her husband that she hasn’t poisoned dinner; that funny taste is because she just can’t cook.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Hannah – http://www.hannahmeredith.com

https://www.facebook.com/HannahMeredithAuthor

 

Anna – http://beket1.wix.com/annadallen

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anna-D-Allen/366546213501993

 

Louisa – http://onelondonone.blogspot.com/

http://www.louisacornell.com/

https://twitter.com/LouisaCornell

https://www.facebook.com/RegencyWriterLouisaCornell

https://www.facebook.com/louisa.cornell

https://www.pinterest.com/louisacornell/

 

Kate – http://www.KateParkerbooks.com

https://www.facebook.com/Author.Kate.Parker/

#ChristmasInJuly Fete: Champagne For Christmas by @JeanJoachim #romance #books #giveaway


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Title:  Champagne for Christmas

 

Author:   Jean C. Joachim

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Can a summer romance survive the cold of winter?

 

Nina Wells, a widow in her late forties, had buried love with her husband. Until she met the playwright next door. Clint, a school teacher by profession, is sweating through his first play. When he accidentally dumps his mint chip ice cream on Nina’s chest, he meets the one woman who believes he can write.

Nina, an actress, sees Clint’s talent. Using her experience in the theater to guide him, she bonds with him over the play. They collaborate, writing and cooking together. The summer flies by as Nina falls in love and hopes her new man will revive her dormant acting career as well as her love life.

 

But once back in the City, reality bombards them at every turn. There’s no sentiment in the theater, only cold, hard reality. What will Clint do when faced with the option of losing his dream or the woman of his dreams?

 

 

Excerpt:

The sultry, August air hung heavy around Nina, quickly melting the ice cream in her sundae. While gazing up at the clear, night sky to look for the Big Dipper, she dribbled fudge sauce on her new, aqua T-shirt. She pursed her lips. That’s what I get for not paying attention. With a disgusted sigh, she reached for a napkin before realizing she’d forgotten to take one. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath and doubled back to the stand before the stain set.

 

She rushed up to the tiny counter right as a tall, good-looking man holding a double scoop cone turned. They collided. Half of his cold treat fell onto her chest, causing her to gasp at the shock against her skin. She looked up into his light brown eyes as she grabbed the melting ball.

 

He slipped one arm around her waist to keep her from losing her footing. She stood wobbling, mesmerized by him. He was almost a whole foot taller than she was, with thick, straight, brown hair and shoulders a mile wide. Nina shifted the ice cream from hand to hand, not knowing what to do.

 

“I don’t think you can put that back on the cone. Maybe the garbage?” he suggested with a grin.

 

Nina jerked back to reality and stepped toward the trashcan, tossing in what was left of the melting mess. “I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you another one,” she said, reaching for napkins to wipe her shirt and hands.

 

“It was my fault…completely. You don’t have to buy me anything. Besides, I still have one scoop here. I’ll just…,” he began, approaching her with more napkins, and then stopping, his hand in midair, color suffusing his face.

 

Nina had raised a hand to halt his actions. “It’s okay. I’ve got this.” The young woman behind the counter offered him a replacement scoop for free. Nina sat down at the picnic table set up for people to eat outside. After a good look at her shirt, she knew it was ruined.

 

The tall, attractive man joined her. “At least let me pay for a new shirt,” he offered, sitting down next to her on the bench.

 

“It’s okay. I had a spill on it already. That’s why I was coming back and got in your way,” she said, finishing the last of her sundae.

 

“What flavor?” he asked.

 

“Mint chip…is there any other?” She laughed.

 

“Not for me.”

 

Nina’s gaze was drawn to his mouth, then his tongue, as he licked the cold confection off the cone first, then his lips. She ran her own tongue over her bottom lip unconsciously, in tandem with him. Wonder what it would feel like to kiss him? “I’m Nina Wells.” She offered her hand, as soon as she could rip her stare from his mouth.

 

He shook it. “Clint Hayworth.”

 

“You look familiar,” she said, with hooded eyes, admiring his physique.

 

“I’ve seen you, too…in the garden? Next door?” he asked, looking away from his ice cream.

 

“You’re renting the Willis place?”

 

“Thinking about buying it, too.” He stopped eating long enough to shoot her a confident smile, his gaze resting on her face before sweeping over her chest and back again.

 

“It’s a lovely house. The neighborhood’s terrific, too. Lots of space and nice people.”

 

“Then, why did I see a ‘For Sale’ sign in front of your place?”

 

“Oh.” She could feel the heat of her blush. “I’m alone now…and it’s kind of…I’m not…”

 

“Not used to taking care of it by yourself?”

 

She nodded. Why am I still embarrassed about being a widow? It’s not a personal failing.

 

“Have you owned it long?”

 

“Since my son was eight…seventeen years.”

 

“You have a twenty-five-year-old son?” His eyebrows shot up, and he stared at her.

 

She nodded, forming a weak smile and trying to hide her nerves.

 

“You don’t look old enough.”

 

“Looks can be deceiving.” Nina crumpled up her sundae cup and moved to the trashcan to discard it.

 

“Not in my book,” he said, giving her figure a frank once-over as she crossed his path.

 

“Was the boy helping you in the garden your son?” Nina asked, changing the subject to hide her discomfort at his scrutiny.

 

“Yes. Cory.”

 

“Where is he?”

 

“He went back to his mother’s place.”

 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She put her hand on his forearm.

 

“I’m used to it by now…” He rubbed his fingers over his two-day growth of beard and closed his eyes for a second. “I lied. Not used to it at all. Hate it, in fact.” He took a big, loud bite of the sugar cone, crunching it between his teeth.

 

“My son lives in Seattle. Has for three years. I’m not used to him so far away and probably never will be.”

 

“Can I at least buy you a cup of coffee to make up for the shirt I wrecked?” He finished the last of the cone and turned to face her, holding her gaze as a seductive grin inched across his face.

She swallowed, and her pulse kicked up. “Why don’t you come over, and I’ll make us both some coffee? Some company in my too-quiet house would be welcome.”

 

“Great. Meet you there,” he said.

 

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Grand Prize: $75 USD Amazon Gift Card

Two e-copies of Champagne for Christmas

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Google Play- https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jean_Joachim_Champagne_for_Christmas?id=q3NuCwAAQBAJ

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

Baking Christmas cookies with my 25 year old son. My favorites are molasses cookies, his are chocolate pixies.

 

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Author Biography:

Jean Joachim is an award-winning, international best-selling romance author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list in the U.S. and abroad since 2012. She writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance and romantic suspense.

 

  Dangerous Love Lost & Found won 1st place in the suspense category in the 2015 Oklahoma Romance Writers of America International Digital Awards contest. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. To Love or Not to Love tied for second place in the 2014 New England Chapter of Romance Writers of America Reader’s Choice contest. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of RWA.

 

Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued pug, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.

 

Jean has 35 books, novellas and short stories published. Find them here: http://www.jeanjoachimbooks.com. Sign up for her newsletter, on her website, or using the link below, and be eligible for her private paperback sales.  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-JoachimAuthor/221092234568929?sk=app_100265896690345

 

Social Media Links: 

Twitter – @jeanjoachim

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-Joachim-Author/221092234568929

 

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Jean-C.-Joachim/e/B001ITRQKY/

 

Goodreads –  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/334810.Jean_C_Joachim

 

Pinterest – http://www.pinterest.com/jeanjoachim/

 

#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Timeless Treasures by @RuthACasie #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #MFRWAuthor


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Title:  Whispers on the Wind in the collection Timeless Treasures

 

Author: Ruth A. Casie

 

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

With their five years of training with the Druid Council completed, Arik and Bran, brothers in every way but blood, rush home to Fayne Manor in time for the new year’s festivities. This year’s celebration is special.  After years of anticipation, Arik and Bran will receive their portions and at midnight, their sister Leticia will release the annual wishes intended for those in need of kindness, patience, courage and honor.

 

Arik, who is tapped to be the next Druid Grand Master, tells Bran he can have his portion, his childhood dream, Fayne Manor. Bran, knows the ultimate decision rests with their father, Fendrel. Old childhood fears and insecurities about the loss of his parents and belonging to Fendrel’s family resurface. He must find a way to cement his place in the family and obtain Fayne Manor. After much thought Bran sees the solution—marry Leticia.

 

His perfect plan begins to unravel when he realizes Leticia is in love with one of her father’s allies. Do the fates have other plans for him when he meets Caylyn, a childhood friend, who stirs feelings in him he’s never felt for any other woman? Will he be willing to give up everything he’s ever wanted —for her?

 

Excerpt:

I stomped my feet on the manor porch to rid them of the snow. Anticipation had my heart hammering against my ribs as if I’d spent all day on the practice fields. I opened the door to a wall of welcoming warmth, expecting to find Jeannie ready to welcome us. Somehow she always knew when we were about. Instead, a woman with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen greeted me. She tilted her head and gave me a smile that sent my pulse racing before she hurried into the Great Hall leaving me to wonder if I’d seen her at all. Something nagged at the back of my mind. The woman was familiar but where we had met escaped me. I gazed at the empty Great Hall doorway my mind still pondering the question.

 

Jeannie, the housekeeper I expected, hurried down the hall toward me. The small woman was wiping her hands on her apron and wore her trademark big smile. I forced myself to refrain from grinning like Nick, the village idiot. My hands itched. I needed to find something to do with them or they would be wrapped around her hugging her like a homesick school boy. Although that was what I wanted most, a display like that was out of the question—after all, I’d left a boy and returned a man.

 

“I thought I heard hooves. I wasn’t certain if they were from horses or the clatter of not so little feet.” She dropped her apron into place. “Welcome home, Lord Bran.” I let out a slow breath, trying to keep my face calm and swallow around the lump that lodged in my throat. My emotional reaction caught me short. This would never do. I took a deep breath and fought to get my emotions under control. I had always been “the young master.” Now I was Lord Bran.

 

“Where is everyone?” I broke the spell and searched the entryway then toward the darkened Great Hall hoping for the flash of green eyes. The rich smell of the hearth fire wafted to my nose and the chorus of snores coming from the bumps and huddles on the floor and bent over the tables were a welcome sound. I wanted to race into the room and tell them I was home but I quickly smothered the boyish notion.

 

Jeannie hesitated long enough for me to see the question plainly on her face—what had I grown into? The council teachings were more than philosophy, history, and chivalry. We trained as druid knights—fighting knights studying war, weaponry, chants, spells and the danger of dark magic. I wasn’t the skinny boy anymore filching cakes from her kitchen. Now I was a full grown man and stole young girl’s hearts instead.

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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Meet Beth Alexander (Christmas in Havenport by @RuthACasie) #romance #TuesdayBookBlog


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It’s our great pleasure to have Beth Alexander (Ruth A. Casie’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas in Christmas in Havenport) appear on the POTL Blog today. She’s one of our favorite residents of Havenport. She agreed to sit down with MRS N for a candid character interview. Take it away, Beth:

 

Hi, I’m Beth Alexander, a New York Times, USA Today best-selling author. I want to thank you for inviting me to speak to you today.

 

How did you first meet your writer?

I met Ruth A. Casie at a book signing in a Bergen County New Jersey bookstore. We were both signing our new releases. We had a great time discussing the industry and finding out about each other. I look back on that discussion often. I knew she wrote historical fantasy, but had no idea she had branched out into contemporary romance. She was telling me about some of her concerns about changing genres. That turned out to be exactly what I did by the end of I’ll Be Home for Christmas.

 

Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

Actually, no. I write books. I’m not in them. I will say that this story shows you who I am, warts and all.

 

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

Oh, the dialog. The repartee between me and Jarred is priceless, especially in the library scene. We were talking about the different way men and women react to stress and sex. I still can’t believe how open and frank I was, nor the low timber of his voice and his eyes. Do you mind if I have a drink of water. It’s hot in here.

 

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?

I love to brainstorm new stories and think of ways to put my hero and heroine in danger. There are times when I have no idea how I’m going to get them out on the other side. There are times when they take the pen right out of my hand. I don’t know how they do it but they come up with the answer. At those times I’m simply their scribe.

 

Do you like the way the book ended?

I find my true love and resurrect my sinking writing career. I wouldn’t have Ruth change a word.

 

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

After the story released we went into discussions with our publisher, Timeless Scribes. I presented a story concept for a sequel. Timeless Scribes and Ms. Casie liked it so much they encouraged me to move forward with it. The Game’s A’Foot, part of Welcome to Havenport, released last May. I’ve been speaking to Ms. Casie about a third story and possibly putting all three stories together. The working titles is Love Between the Sheets. I’m trying to convince her to release it this summer. I think I’ve almost got her convinced.

 

What is your least favorite characteristic your writer has attributed to you?

I had been snarky on a social media chat that went viral. My fan base abandoned me. Let’s just say my reaction wasn’t pretty, nor something I want to remember.

 

What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Hmmm, nothing.

 

What is your most prized possession?

My Jimmy Choos!

 

What do you like most about where you live?

I live in Havenport, Rhode Island, a small town on the coast. It’s very similar to Newport. I’ve lived here all my life. My parents have retired to Florida and gave the house to me, my two brothers and my sister as a vacation home. Vacations became only Christmas. So I bought my brothers and sister out and now live there year round. They still invade for Christmas which suites me just fine.

 

What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy fall Sunday?

If Jarred is home and not giving lectures in New York City, he’s glued to the television watching a game and I’m right there next to him. When he’s away is like to catch up on my reading.

 

Thank you so much for having me today. I had a great time speaking with you. I hope your readers enjoy Ruth A. Casie’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas, one of five short stories in Christmas in Havenport.  But don’t forget to look for more about me and Jarred in her story, The Game’s A’Foot in Welcome to Havenport.

 

 

Title: Christmas in Havenport

Author: Ruth A. Casie, Lita Harris, Emma Kaye, Nicole S. Patrick, Julie Rowe

Genre: Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

In the quaint seaside town of Havenport, Rhode Island, five couples find their happily ever afters with a little help from the romance section of The Final Chapter bookstore.

 

Ruth A. Casie ~ I’ll Be Home for Christmas

 

Beth Alexander, best-selling romance writer, has lost her muse, her fan base, and maybe the loyalty of her beloved agent. Sales of her new release plummet on the best seller list, and her contract with her publisher is in jeopardy. A heat-of-the-moment social media comment about a rival author goes viral, and not in a good way. No one knows that the rival author is the stuff male cover models are made of, least of all Beth Alexander. She heads home to Havenport, Rhode Island for a Christmas book signing, and a chance to lay low and let the storm pass.

 

Beth’s chance encounter with a handsome, witty stranger has her heart racing, and her muse seemingly back. But, will the new story line she’s created save her career? Or will her handsome savior betray her and turn out to be her worst nightmare?

 

Lita Harris ~ Winter Wonderland

 

Olivia Baxter struggles with her indecision to return to college and heads to Havenport, Rhode Island to visit her aunt during winter break. Memories of prior Christmas’ emerge, and a chance meeting with an interesting stranger makes Olivia think twice about staying in New England or returning to her studies.

 

Max Porter has been searching for his biological parents, which leads him to Havenport, Rhode Island. He wanders into the Final Chapter bookstore and befriends Olivia, an open minded, and warm person who wants to help him find the answers to his past.

 

Together, the young couple discover new things about themselves that lead them to think about where their lives may lead next. Will they move on to the next chapter together, or go their separate ways?

 

Emma Kaye ~ Baby, It’s Cold Outside

 

Jane Caulfield should have known better than to read aloud from a book of magick during her famous sister-in-law’s book signing at The Final Chapter bookstore. After all, the last spell she cast brought her and her brother forward in time two hundred years. She knows the power of magick.

 

She didn’t know the spell would bring her nineteenth century love, Adam Royce, forward in time. Or that he would assume he’d died and joined her in heaven. Jane gets more than she bargained for trying to persuade Adam they’re both alive and in the twenty-first century.

 

Jane knows they’re soul mates, but convincing Adam may not be so easy. Will Adam insist on returning to his own time, or can Jane use both love and a little magick to help him understand that this time and place is exactly where he’s meant to be?

 

Nicole S. Patrick ~ White Christmas

 

Prosecutor Savannah Moore’s life changed in an instant. Career on hiatus, recovering from an attack, she finds solace for the holidays in the town of Havenport, Rhode Island.  A change of pace for sure. Just what she needs to heal and rebuild her confidence to testify against her attacker. An unexpected meeting of gorgeous Marc “Mac” MacDonald leaves Savannah unsure of her next move. Should she stay in Havenport with this brave, sexy, and hard, yet gentle former Marine? Or, should she return to the crazy life of courtrooms and cases? Mac helps her understand that taking one day at a time might lead to a future she least expected.

 

Mac MacDonald has finally found a place to call home. A place where he feels part of a family. His car repair business is booming, his former girlfriend and all her drama is history, and he’s ready to move on to the next chapter in his life. Savannah Moore is cute, sexy, and tougher than she looks. But when someone tries to hurt her, Mac realizes he’s never had this intense degree of protective instincts for anyone, not even in combat. Savannah has touched a place in his heart that surprises and thrills him. Can he convince her to let this thing between them grow?

 

Julie Rowe ~ Merry Christmas, Baby

 

Marine biologist Mattie Clark is moving back to her hometown after the break-up of her marriage, but she doesn’t expect to run into her high school crush (literally) only days after returning, or to discover he’s not the smooth operator she remembers. Charles Walker survived a horrific fire only to have his whole world fall apart. His fiancé walked out on him, taking his confidence in himself with her. His own family avoids him now, uncomfortable with the scars he carries. He sinks into a depression nothing will cure, except a short, curvy tornado named Mattie Clark. She seems determined to pull him out of the black hole he’s been living in, but is this a short term fling or is she willing to stay for the long haul?

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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Paper Love by @Aubreywynne51 is a Delightful Sweet #Romance! #bookreview


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Title: Paper Love (A Chicago Christmas Book 2)

Author: Aubrey Wynne

Genre: Holiday Fiction, Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Growing up in a Papua New Guinea mission, Joss Palmateer is a gentle soul with a unique view of life. Still adjusting to a new home in the U.S and the sudden loss of her mother, love is the last thing on her mind.

 

Sexy physical therapist, Ben Montgomery, meets his sister’s friend and the sparks fly. He takes it as a challenge when she ignores his advances, but it’s her extraordinary inner beauty that captures his heart.

 

With the help of a stray homing pigeon and an old origami legend, Ben sets an unwavering course of romance to win her love.

 

My Review:

Still grieving the loss of her mother, Joss Palmateer has no interest in going out and meeting people but her best friend, Becky, keeps asking her to come to Ben’s (Becky’s brother) Friday Single Parties. Joss mentions it on a whim before dinner to her sister (who wants to go) so they decide to attend. Once at the party, shy Joss meets Ben and the attraction is immediate. He asks her out but she politely says no. She’s still getting over the betrayal of her ex-boyfriend.

 

 

Ben Montgomery takes one look into Joss’ chocolate brown eyes and is smitten. Her no is a challenge for him and he does everything he can to win her heart, thanks to the help of a lost pigeon named Charlie. He’s charming, outgoing and it’s not until he shows an insecure part of himself that Joss lets down the walls protecting her heart.

 

 

A sweet romance from Aubrey Wynne and just what I needed after a hard week. From the moment I read the first sentence, I had warm-fuzzy thoughts fill me. See, I’m a total romantic and Paper Love is one of those feel-good romances that makes the world fade away. I loved the banter between Joss and Ben, Ben and Becky, not to mention between Ben and Charlie the Pigeon. While this is short story, the main characters were fully developed.

 

It was refreshing to read a romance where there wasn’t any billionaires, serious angst and so forth. This is just a sweet romance, taking place during the holiday season, with real people (like you and me) trying to figure out what they want out of life and falling in love. Brilliant! I swooned at Ben’s romantic side. I cried a little at Joss’ grief and struggling to move on past her mother’s death. The ending moved me so much I had to text my husband and tell him I love him.

 

1-click this book right now (and the whole series). You’re in for a treat!

 

Disclaimer: I received a copy from the author (via Netgalley) in the hopes I’d review it.

 

 

Favorite Character: It was hard to choose between Joss and Ben, as I loved them both, but I could relate with Joss more than Ben. Her caution when it comes to love and men in general made total sense, given her previous boyfriend (jerk that he is). I found myself nodding my head in agreement with her, most of the time, and the urge to hug her at certain moments in the book was overwhelming.

 

Favorite Quote: “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…”

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Paper-Love-Chicago-Christmas-Book-ebook/dp/B01M9CCE5O/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31821220-paper-love

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trailriding and all things Christmas. Her short stories, Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies have won Readers Choice Awards and Dante’s Gift received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence award, as well as being a Maggie and Aspen Gold finalist. Besides her Chicago Christmas novellas, Aubrey will release “A Vintage Romance” series inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served for the British Air Force in WWII. The stories will be set in the 40s & 50s. Her medieval fantasy series will launch in 2017 with Rolf’s Quest.

 

Social Media Links:

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Blog https://aubreywynneauthor.com/blog/

Twitter https://twitter.com/Aubreywynne51

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

A Midnight Clear by @JeannieHallAuth Sizzles With #Suspense + #Romance! #bookreview


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Title: A Midnight Clear: A Christmas Novella

Author: Jeannie Hall

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Hannah Barker went from looking forward to her first white Christmas in years to sitting handcuffed and terrified in an FBI interrogation room. They believe her to be a heroin mule for one of the largest and most notoriously successful international drug syndicates of the past decade–they even have pictures of her in Tijuana, proving her involvement. But she’s just an insurance agent from small town Arkansas. She’s never even been out of the country. What in the world is going on?

 

Chief Deputy Ian Velez can’t look forward to the holidays this year. His five-year-old daughter and two-year-old son are missing, kidnapped by his mentally unstable wife. His once idyllic home life has been turned on its head while he works on the single most important case of his career, busting open the Dominguez Cartel. Then he sees their first real lead into the case: Hannah Barker. But this beautiful if unworldly woman comes across as innocent rather than guilty.

 

When Hannah is nearly killed while in the FBI’s custody, Ian saves her in the nick of time, but this alerts him to a mole working within the auspices of the Bureau. Cutting contact with the FBI and his superiors seems his only option. Ian runs with Hannah to a snowy cabin in the middle of the wilderness. While hiding there, sparks fly between the two, surprising them both. Should they try to make the best out of a bad situation? Or is their sanctuary in much more danger than it seems?

 

My Review:

Hannah Barker is looking forward to celebrating Christmas but all that changes when she’s put in handcuffs in front of her insurance co-workers and hauled off for questioning. She’s mistaken for a Mexican drug mule and the FBI has DNA proof. She’s as squeaky clean as a girl scout but no one believes her. No one, except for Chief Deputy Ian.

 

Ian’s gut tells him Hannah is telling the truth. When shots are fired and it appears like the FBI has a mole, he grabs Hannah and heads for his cabin the woods. Now, they’re both on the run and stuck inside a small, deserted cabin. Sparks fly between Ian and Hannah and before you can say yowsy, they explore these feelings.

 

But there’s hidden secrets in Hannah’s past and they’re the ones gunning for her death. Can Ian save her from an executioner’s bullet or will he be too late?

 

Wow! What a fantastic romantic suspense novella. Filled with fleshed-out characters and tons of intense suspense, I read this in one sitting. Hall does an impressive job hiking up the stakes with intrigue, romance and a few steamy sex scenes. It didn’t feel rushed, even though it was a novella, and the characters were well-developed.

 

If you’re a fan of suspense with doses of hot romance, pick up this book today! I look forward to reading more from Jeannie Hall.

 

Favorite Character: Hannah. I liked her immediately and it was enjoyable to be immersed in her head while on the run and trying to out-run the FBI, the Mexican Cartel and her own feelings. Spunky, well-developed and a woman I’d love to be friends with. Go get ‘em, Hannah!

 

Favorite Quote:

“Turned out those fairytales she’d memorized as a kid were complete crap. Her picture-perfect future of floating down the aisle to her soul mate would never come true, so she’d cut her losses. She didn’t need a man, anyway.”

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Clear-Christmas-Novella-ebook/dp/B01M74KO07

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/675315

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32789759-a-midnight-clear

 

Author Biography:

Jeannie Hall is a romantic thriller writer who creates dark and intense situations for her characters before giving them their happy ending. She is the author of VIOLATION OF FAITH, book one in the Cult Wife series (available in both print and eBook), and A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, a Christmas novella (available in eBook format).

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://jeanniehallsuspense.com/

Twitter http://twitter.com/JeannieHallAuth

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

#NewRelease — A Cowboy’s Mistletoe Promise by @AlannaLucas27 #FridayReads #romance


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Title  A Cowboy’s Mistletoe Promise

Author Alanna Lucas

Genre  Historical Romance, Western

Publisher Boroughs Publishing Group

 

Book Blurb

After running away from her abusive husband, Michaela Akerman hopes to find peaceful solitude in the beautiful frontier territory of Montana…until a dangerous gunslinger comes to town and all her hopes and dreams are turned upside-down.

 

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

It took Michaela Akerman years to garner the courage to leave her abusive husband. Sneaking out in the dead of night, she embarked on what she hoped would be a better life. In Cottonwood, Montana, she’s found anonymity and a kind of happiness. Although she longs for more, she is content with her little cottage on a ranch outside of town, and she works for wonderful people who’ve become like a family.

 

Gunslinger Drake Jaeger has always lived life by his own rules, doing whatever it takes to survive, and now he has the opportunity to seize his lifelong dream. All that he has to do is help a man who once saved his life. All that stands in his way is the fetching Miss Michaela Akerman. And Christmas. Dark secrets are about to be revealed, and to complete his job Drake must put duty over everything—including the sudden allure of all that’s good and true. And love.

 

 

Excerpt

Michaela looked down at the cluster of green leaves and white pearl seeds. If only she could have found her knight in shining armor. Her father had always hated her mother’s stories, hated mistletoe, too. But this was her home now and there was no one to tell her how stupid the tradition was, or deprive her of the holiday out of spite and cruelty. Michaela stepped up on the sturdy wooden chair and knotted the green ribbon around the nail. “Perfect,” she said as she hung the last of the boughs. She stepped down to admire her work.

Except for the missing Christmas tree, the cottage looked splendid, and so festive with a ribbon garland draped across the simple mantel. She was disappointed she was not able to have a tree, but that was a luxury she had not been able to afford in years. She had been counting her pennies well before she ran away. Her plans did not allow for anything festive, no matter how much she desired it. Perhaps next year she would have a tree of her own.

She had just finished decorating and was preparing to leave for the main house when a firm knock sounded on the door.

Who could it be? No one except Eva visited the cottage, and that knock was too firm to be her dearest friend. Her first thought was that one of Harold’s men had found her.

She wiped her moist palms on the front of her grey wool skirt and reached for the knob. What if it was Harold? Don’t be silly, she chided herself. It’s probably Devon needing some sewing done. She opened the door slightly and peeked through the small gap.

“Drake?” She didn’t think she was able to hide the shock from her voice. She opened the door wider. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning, ma’am.” He tipped his black Stetson with a quick flick of his hand. His other hand was suspiciously hidden behind his back. “I…I brought you a present.”

He stepped aside, revealing the tiniest, most precious little pine tree Michaela had ever seen. It was a perfect cone shape.

“You got this for me?”

“Hunt and me went out this morning to cut down a tree for the house and one for the party. I overheard you and Eva talking about Christmas trees, and I thought…”

“You did this for me?” she asked again, hardly controlling the lump forming in her throat.

“Yes, Michaela.” The sound of her name on his lips sent a thrill straight down to her toes.

Time seemed to stand still between them. Something magical that would’ve happened in one of the stories her mother told her as a little girl floated between her and Drake. Emotions got the better of her, and she was feeling bold—perhaps too bold. She closed the distance between them, went up on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she uttered, afraid to say more for fear of breaking the beautiful spell.

Drake leaned the little tree against the side of the house, and then cupped her cheek. “If I’d known you’d kiss me for bringing you a tree, I would’ve brought you one sooner, darlin’.”

 

Buy Links

All Romance https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-acowboysmistletoepromise-2183961-153.html

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2R8UDB

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/687917

 

Alanna Lucas

 

Author Biography

Multi-published historical romance author Alanna Lucas grew up in Southern California, but always dreamed of distant lands and bygone eras. From an early age, she took an interest in history and travel, and is thrilled to incorporate those diversions into her writing. Alanna writes Regency and Western historical romance.

 

When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, or going for long walks. She makes her home in California with her husband, children, one sweet dog, and hundreds of books.

 

Just for the record, you can never have too many shoes, handbags, or books. And travel is a must.

 

Social Media Links

Website www.alannalucas.com

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlannaLucas/

Twitter https://twitter.com/alannalucas27

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Alanna-Lucas/e/B00HPC0MYU

 

 

Silver Bells: A Holiday Romance by USA Today Bestselling Author @JacqBiggar #bookreview #mgtab


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Title: Silver Bells: A Holiday Romance

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Holiday Romance, Contemporary Romance

Book Blurb:

Will a Christmas wish give a lonely author a family?

Mystery writer, Joel Carpenter, has no time for romance. He has a deadline to meet, and too many skeletons in his closet to trust the slightly spinny artist renting his house.

Christy Taylor has her hands full dealing with an ailing business and a diabetic daughter, she doesn’t need the temptation that is her landlord, Joel Carpenter.

Can a Christmas wish bring two stubborn souls together and give a little girl the gift she wants most?

My Review:

The last thing Joel wants or needs is romance. He’s a bestselling mystery author and he’s under a tight deadline. Plus, the women he’s met lately only want him for his money, moniker, expensive gifts, etc. Everyone wants something, or so Joel thought… until he meets Christy.

Christy has got a full plate: single mom trying to make it a go of it with her art and her diabetic daughter in Vancouver Island. But money is tight and when the landlord comes around the gallery demanding rent, sparks fly between her and Joel. Can she let her guard down to let him in or is he just like her ex and will abandon her when he meets Jill (her daughter)?

I’m a big fan of Biggar and have gobbled up everything she’s written but this story moved me to tears. There’s so much emotion in this little romantic story while dealing with not only the holidays but serious topics like childhood diabetes. Biggar describes perfectly the fear every parent deals with raising a diabetic child (Christy) while at the same time, capturing what the child goes through every single day (Jill).

If you’re a fan of romance and looking for a quick holiday romance, 1-click this book right now. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll be inspired.  A must read, in my opinion!

Favorite Character: I instantly connected with Christy. As a single mum and an artist struggling with making ends meet, my heart went out to her. I know quite a few friends like Christy and I wanted to wrap my arms around her.

 

Favorite Quote:

“Lead with your heart, child. That’s all you can do.”

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Silver-Bells-Holiday-Jacquie-Biggar-ebook/dp/B01N58D23M/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31345617-silver-bells

Jacquie Biggar

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR is a USA TODAY bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want. That is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart.

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Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Snowbound with Mr. Wrong by @BarbaraWDaille #holidayromance #bookreview #MFRWAuthor


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Title – Snowbound with Mr. Wrong

Author – Barbara White Daille

Genre – Contemporary Romance

Publisher – Entangled Bliss

 

Thanks for the chance to share the first book in my new Snowflake Valley series!

 

Book Blurb –

Snowbound with Mr. Wrong

Worst. Day. Ever. After Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley’s annual children’s party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in the isolated lodge.

The last thing Nick wants is to spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him. But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can’t stop thinking about her. And soon, he’s fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas Day.

 

Excerpt –

Lyssa flashed an apologetic smile at Amber even as she took Tommy’s hand to stop him from yanking on her skirt. As tight as her outfit was, she didn’t need any additional stress on the material. “Gotta go—Santa’s waiting.”

A child now held her by each hand, pulling her along the hallway like a couple of tugboats towing a barge.

They entered an immense living room, the heart of the lodge, where an open staircase climbed to lofts jutting into space above their heads. Beyond them, the ceiling soared upward, creating an echo chamber for the noise and laughter from the crowd.

“Miss Elf! Miss Elf!”

Her arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed by the children in the room. She smiled and returned the greetings with her own cheery hellos.

The youngest kids gazed at her with wonderment in their eyes. The older ones gave smug grins at knowing her true identity. The adults smiled and pretended not to see her at all.

Suddenly, the loudest noise she’d heard yet cut through the din. The bellow came from a sturdy, well-padded individual with a white beard and a fur-trimmed red suit, who shouted his familiar “Ho, ho, ho.”

No, no, no, Lyssa chanted silently. It can’t be.

But that voice…she could have picked that voice out from among any Santas, anywhere. Her vision blurred, filling with twinkling lights though she wasn’t anywhere near the Christmas tree. She knew her face had turned as white as Santa’s fake beard.

No wonder Amber had wanted a moment alone with Miss Elf. Amber always rounded up the volunteers for the Christmas party. She knew exactly who was inside that Santa suit. The man Lyssa had met and played assistant to at last year’s party. The man she didn’t want to be near now.

From across the room, Amber sent Lyssa a wannabe-innocent glance before slipping away in the direction of the kitchen.

Lyssa looked frantically at the people around her. If her sister couldn’t fit into the elf costume, plenty of other women here could. Surely one of the neighbors would take pity on a friend and save her from this situation.

Of course, they didn’t know there was a situation to save her from.

In any case, time and the two kids tugging on her hands worked against her. She felt herself towed along by her pint-sized escorts, aided by the sea of children flowing around all three of them. With growing horror, she saw her every reluctant but inevitable step bringing her closer to Santa Claus, the jolly old elf she’d split up with this summer. The one she had hoped never to see again.

The man who—no matter what fibs she’d told Amber—had well and truly broken her heart.

 

My Review –

‘Tis the season for holiday romances and when I heard Barbara White Daille wrote a contemporary holiday romance, I jumped at the chance to read it. Thank you to Netgalley and Entangled Bliss for offering me an ARC in the hopes I’d review it.

Lyssa agreed to reprise her role as Elf on the promise that Nick didn’t play Santa. So, when Santa makes his big arrival (and it turns out to be Nick, the only man who’s ever broken her heart), Lyssa wants to flee. But Amber has a sick child and needs to leave the party so Lyssa is in charge and in far too close proximity to Nick.

One look at Lyssa dressed up as an Elf has Nick sweating and it’s not because he’s dressed up as Santa. Just being around Lyssa brings back all those feelings he buried long ago. His libido is in overdrive but get cooled quickly when he’s stranded with Lyssa and a few kids in the cabin, thanks to a snowstorm. He knows she wants him, too, but can he prove to her he’s worth her love and forgiveness or is Santa doomed to be cast as the villain in Lyssa’s eyes?

I love this couple and the circumstances Daille thrusts them in. Talk about a conflicted romance. There’s a lot of misunderstandings between Nick and Lyssa and they need to start talking to each other (and not at each other) before they can even start exploring these romantic feelings. This is a true holiday romantic comedy and I must admit, I chuckled during the crafting scenes.

With dashes of comedy, holiday fun and romance, Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is the right book to read this holiday season.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy Links –

Entangled:  http://entangledpublishing.com/snowbound-with-mr-wrong/

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M7QTATC

BN:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/snowbound-with-mr-wrong-barbara-white-daille/1124880921?ean=9781633757875
iBooks:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/snowbound-with-mr.-wrong/id1166150488

Kobo:  https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/snowbound-with-mr-wrong

 

Barbara White Daille

 

Author Biography –

Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!

Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with an ongoing series from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), a brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), and many more books on the schedule.

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Amazon author page  http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-White-Daille/e/B002J6B0QQ

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Unexpected Holiday Bonus by @AuthorMarian #HolidayRomance #books #romance


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Title: Unexpected Holiday Bonus by Merry Holly

Box Set Title: Season of Promises

Author: Merry Holly, Vicki Batman, Gerri Brousseau, Cara Marsi, Jane Gale, Bobbi Lerman

Genre: Holiday Romance, Romantic Comedy, Historical Romance, Romantic Fantasy.

Publisher: LanHop Press, LLc

 

Book Blurb:

Unexpected Holiday Bonus by Merry Holly


CEO Suzette LeBlec has a problem. Well, two actually. She needs a top-notch temporary replacement for her administrative assistant’s maternity leave, and she needs to find a way to outmaneuver a hostile takeover attempt by Mark Adams. To make things worse, it’s almost Christmas, the time when Suzette most feels alone in the world. Too bad that handsome man at the party got away. But when the same stranger applies for the temp job, his almost-too-good-to-be-true credentials set off Suzette’s alarms.

Dirk Harvey worked hard for years to remain anonymous while he built his father’s floundering company back up to its glory days. But when he discovers the stunning woman he’d spotted at a party is hiring, he decides to go undercover as “Dirk Mulligan”, administrative assistant extraordinaire. Besides, he and Suzette have a common problem: takeover King Mark Adams. Maybe they can find a solution together plus a little holiday bonus as well.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter Three

“You know you won’t last a week there?” said his irritated admin, Catherine Sullivan. But she didn’t stop there. “This has to be the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard from you. Why didn’t you just introduce yourself?”

Dirk shrugged. He knew Cathy’s annoyance stemmed from the fact that he’d ignored all her passes through the years. If she wasn’t such a great admin, he would have let her go for her poor attitude. Pretty in an efficient way, always put together in her five-hundred-dollar suits, but too bossy. Nope, she wasn’t his type. But Suzette just might be. He was sure she’d be bossy, her suits probably cost thousands, and she also seemed organized. Maybe it was the power she exuded. Mmm. Sexy Suzette was different. The minute their eyes locked he’d felt it deep down. He’d wager his company on it. If Ms. LeBlec heard him call her Sexy Suzette he’d also bet she’d take him apart piece by piece. Oh yes, he definitely wanted to know what made her tick.

“Dirk, we have pending deals with strict deadlines that require your time and attention before the end of year. How will you handle your own business? Plus, Ms. LeBlec can accuse you of corporate spying if you’re caught.”

“We’re in different industries, Cathy. Stop worrying. I’ll check in with you before work, lunch and afterward. I’ll do my paperwork in the evenings. Nothing’s going to slip.”

“But…”

“Cathy, it’s my business.”

“I’m well aware of that. I’m just trying to save you from yourself.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

His cell phone rang. Smiling, he put his finger to his lips to shut down Cathy’s prattle. “This is Dirk.”

“Mr. Mulligan, this is Mrs. Holmes from Sherman Industries. We received your résumé today. I’d like to schedule an appointment now for testing, and an interview with Ms. LeBlec. Are you available today at five?”

“That’s kind of short notice.”

“It is, but we’re ready to make a decision. Your qualifications are impeccable. We’d be remiss if we didn’t at least interview you.”

His afternoon flew by and before he knew it it was a quarter to five. If he didn’t hurry he’d be late for the interview. Call him crazy, but his nerves fluttered in his belly. He had never had to interview for a job before. Could he pull this off? And if he did, what would that get him? Would Sexy Suzette be flattered he’d gone through all this trouble just to meet her? Or would she consider him some nut and toss him out on his ass?

The revolving doors at 100 Park Place spit out people, like a drunk on New Year’s Eve giving back everything he’d eaten and drunk that night. Going against the flow, he made his way to the information desk, gave the guard his name, and waited for someone to escort him to the eighty-ninth floor. The building only had ninety floors. The revolving restaurant on the top floor, the Skyview, had fed him on many an occasion.

It didn’t take long. A young-looking guard beckoned him to a pillar of elevators. The guard slid his key card into the slot. When the door opened the guard stepped in with him. Personalized service. I guess no one gets onto eight-nine without a key or escort. Or maybe it’s just because it’s after hours.

He approved of the décor as he stepped off the elevator, bidding good-bye to the guard. The designer had shown good taste in their choice of fabric and color. Dirk wondered if Suzette had had a hand in the decorating, probably not. Silk wallpaper in soft muted colors of mauve, spring green and pale blue absorbed the noise, along with the blue carpet thick under his feet. At the end of the hall, before massive carved wooden double doors, sat a single mahogany desk equipped with electronics and three phones.

 

He knocked. Waited. And then knocked again. After what seemed like hours though was really only seconds, he pulled open the doors and walked into another office. The desk console looked like a command center. Ms. LeBlec must be a busy woman if she needed more than one admin. At the second set of double carved wooden doors he knocked. The response was immediate.

“Come in.”

 

You could have knocked her over with a feather. Standing in front of her was her tuxedo man from the party. And he looked just as delicious in a suit as he did in a tux. Mmmm, I wonder how he’d look out of it. His being an executive admin didn’t fit her image of him. At the party he had screamed wealth, aloofness, and power. Standing, she extended her hand.

“I’m Suzette LeBlec.”

“I’m Dirk Mulligan. Thank you for seeing me, Ms. LeBlec.”

A deep husky voice caressed her ears as his direct gaze mesmerized her, begging her to reveal her innermost secrets. Control yourself, Suzette. Taking a deep breath, she dug her nails into the palm of her left hand to keep focused. Good thing she didn’t have to go up against him in a deal. She’d worry about her abilities to concentrate and win.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Season-Promises-Holiday-Box-Set-ebook/dp/B01LQUP9AS/

 

Barnes & Noble Preorder: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/season-of-promises-holiday-box-set-marian-lanouette/1124742472;jsessionid=557F9E8CCF9190ABDB2DB0B2A7985D3B.prodny_store01-atgap08?ean=2940153535586

 

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1161260762

 

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/season-of-promises-holiday-box-set

 

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Author Biography – Merry Holly/Marian Lanouette:

An Amazon Bestselling author Marian/Merry is one of ten children. She took up writing to explore new and adventurous places. While her friends traveled on planes for vacation, Marian traveled in books. With an overactive imagination she started creating her own characters and stories. Marian is an Amazon Bestselling Author.

Marian also writes romance under the pseudonym Merry Holly. Her brain child, the Season of Series, includes the following books; Season of Magic Holiday Box Set (2014), Season of Love (2015), Season of Surprises Holiday Box Set (2015) and Season of Thrills mystery/suspense/ thriller box set (2015). Season of Magic hit the Amazon Bestselling list and stayed there for 17 weeks. She plans many more books in the Season of Series. Season of Promises and Season of Murder will be out in time for the holidays in 2016. And Marian just signed a four book deal with Kensington/Lyrcial for her Jake Carrington Series.

 

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