When I think about the Holidays, I think about all the
family and friends who have shared Thanksgiving with me. I used that feeling in
writing Journey of the Magi, my holiday romance, and am sharing an excerpt and
the blurb.
Journey of the Magi:
Widow Noel Martin never
breaks promises, and she promised her kids they’d have Christmas at her
childhood home in Connecticut. But driving across country takes money. Noel is
broke when a snowstorm blows them into a tiny Minnesota café owned by a man who
can change her mind. She accepts his offer of a job. Despite her attraction to
him, she makes it clear she is only temporary help.
Dan Longstreet isn’t adopting
any more strays, but he needs a waitress. Dan works so hard to make his café a success, he doesn't have
time for love. Though Noel’s slender blonde
beauty stuns him and her two adorable children tug at his heart, he denies how
they threaten to change his life.
When tragedy strikes, their
new-found love is the first victim. Noel can't stay and Dan can't
leave. Will their journey be the gift that reunites them? http://amzn.com/B00ES5DZEQ
Excerpt:
Thanksgiving dawned with the bang and clatter of roasting pans. Noel followed the sound of Dan swearing downstairs. It was barely five and both children slept through the racket.
Thanksgiving dawned with the bang and clatter of roasting pans. Noel followed the sound of Dan swearing downstairs. It was barely five and both children slept through the racket.
“I thought you were closed today,” she said.
The dawn light glinted highlights off his dark hair. Her lips twitched as his
heavy brows snapped together.
“We are. I’m cooking turkey for a few
friends. It’s kind of a tradition.” She mouth dropped open when he lined up six
turkeys on the counter and proceeded to fill each one with a different stuffing.
Her teeth clicked when she closed her jaw.
“You must have been up for hours,” she said. “That
looks like enough for a crowd.”
Her heart swelled with admiration for his sharing.
She wanted to grab him in a big hug. Her grandparents had invited friends over,
too. It was a tradition she planned to continue.
“I’m not sure how many. It’s gotten bigger.”
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “People need friends. Everyone
brings a dish, so it’s pot-luck.”
“What can I do to help?” She asked as she tied
an apron decorated with dancing elves over her sweater and jeans.
“Not much, unless you can bake a pie?” His lifted
brows and wide brown eyes reminded her of his hopeful stray standing over the
empty dish.
“I do a killer crust,” she exclaimed, mimicking
rolling out a pie crust. Dan wasn’t the only one who appreciated the chance to
contribute.
“Got everything for apple, pumpkin or mince,”
Dan said before he laughed and waved at the cooler. “Take your pick.”
“Hey. My Grandma taught me how to make those.
We have time to do them all.” Available at: http://amzn.com/B00ES5DZEQ
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