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G'morning!
We're thrilled to announce that all our Christmas releases will be available by the end of the day. What a Merry Christmas we're having at By Grace and Moonlit Romance.
To entice you, it's excerpt day. Sample a little piece of each of our Christmas novels, and you're sure to want more.
EXCERPTS
LAURA HAMBY
Christmas Grace/Christmas Grace Duet
She drenched Jeff’s shirt with her tears. Her shoulders shook with the force of her sobs, and the world receded. At last, she used up the well of tears she’d stored over the years, and as she quieted, she became aware that Jeff rested his head atop of hers oh-so-gently.
"That’s been a long while coming, I think," he whispered. "Do you feel better?"
Hannah wrapped her arms around his waist. A brazen move with a strange man, but he was there. And he was offering sympathy, which she so desperately needed.
"Yes, thank you. I’m sorry." Hannah forced herself to let him go and take a step back.
"No need to be." Jeff took her hand. "I’m familiar with loneliness, Miss Hannah. I’ve enjoyed being here with you. It’s been too long since I could relax. Can’t remember a nicer Christmas."
The wind howled around the cabin at that moment. Through the curtains, Hannah could see the snow swirling. She’d have her beautiful clean slate for the New Year. A spark of hope flared in her heart.
ROBIN BAYNE
The Scent of Falling Snow/Christmas Grace Duet
Wild, maybe, but slow-going, definitely, Aideen thought, but she was enjoying the ride. They sang Christmas carols, told jokes, and traded their most humiliating high school stories. She was relieved that schools in America were similar to the ones in Ireland when it came to teenagers. His truck, as he called it, handled very well in the fluffy snow.
"Looks like a Christmas card out there," she said, as they turned into her neighborhood. "Turn right and the fifth house is mine, the one on the end."
They managed to stop, and Rob put the truck in to Park. "We probably shouldn’t have chanced this, should have just stayed at the O’Fallon’s tonight." He reached for her gloved hand and squeezed it. "There’s more between you and Kiana than just a shared husband, am I right?"
She sighed. He wasn’t going to let it go. And it had been such a pleasant evening until now. "Yes, you’re right. Are you sure you want to know?
"You can tell me anything," he said, smiling. He undid his seat belt and turned toward her. "Tell me now, get it off your chest. And then I’ll walk you to your door and give you your Thanksgiving night kiss."
She doubted that.
JOANN BAKER and PATTY MASON
The Grinch and Ms Goody-Two Shoes
Nick stared down at the woman in his arms and performed his second most impulsive act of the day. He kissed her.
A kiss, he told himself. Just a friendly, neighborly, snowball fighting, glad-you’re-okay, type of kiss. But all neighborly thoughts fled his mind as Kate’s lips parted on a soft sigh of surrender. The air sizzled between them, so fast and so hot he feared the snow around them would melt from the heat.
His tongue drew a slow wet circle around her mouth, outlining her lips before plunging inside. He pressed closer and she responded in kind. He discovered her softness and savored her tentative touches, her taste, glorying in each delectable delight and riding high upon the erotic cloud of sensation that can only come when two people give in to attraction and share their first kiss.
The pleasure built and built, spirals of tension unfolding, curling deep within him. Never had he felt such a primitive pull, a craven need to be close to another human. As close as man and woman could possibly be.
SHEILA HOLLOWAY
On a Lark/Stocking Stuffers
"How are you doing, Bliss?" Eva asked, once Bliss no longer had a guest to work with.
"Same old stuff. It’s just a different day."
"It’s a glorious day. You just see the same old stuff. Open your eyes, girl. We’ve got clear skies, the air’s got a little nip of December in it, and there’s so much to do. And look, you’re still carrying that old spring purse too. Go get a new one. It’s almost Christmas."
Bliss chuckled. Eva always had instructions for her. She had them for everyone, and the older woman commanded respect, so her audience always listened.
"I might just do that."
"And you know, it wouldn’t hurt to carry that new purse to church tomorrow. We’ve got a few people your age in the congregation."
DONICA COVEY
Dear Michah/Stocking Stuffers
It had been almost six months since Connie Rose Abernathy set foot in a church. Six months since her little boy's funeral. She took a ragged sigh and sat unmoving in the car. All around her, people passed by to step inside the building. They came to offer their prayers and praises to the Lord on High.
Connie sat back and clicked on the radio. Big mistake. Every radio station obsessively played those ridiculous carols. This was her first Christmas since her life turned upside down.
She brushed a tear away. Her being at home meant so much to her parents, but could she answer her mother’s Christmas wish this year and go to church?
MARY CLAYMORE
A Not Quite White Christmas/Stocking Stuffers
Clair Millstone sank into her bed with a sigh. Tulsa, Oklahoma wanted snow for Christmas. She was a meteorologist, not a weather maker. Channel Five paid her to report the facts. Why did tons of people stop her at the store, the gas station or even the post office every December to ask if they’d have a white Christmas? She could recite the chances on the news till she turned blue in the face, but they still asked her wherever she went. She was ready to just scream, "NO!" to everyone that even asked, "Aren’t you the weather lady?"
CINDY GREEN
The Spirit of Christmas
Kathryn closed the window and sprinted to the door hoping against all hope that it was Nick. She peered through the peephole to see Nick looking around the hallway, casually waiting for her to open the door. She noticed his hair - in perfect order as always - still had a couple snowflakes still attached to a couple strands. She didn’t think she could contain the happiness she felt inside her at that very moment.
Quickly, she unlatched the door and pulled it open with a whoosh. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control the look of joy that must be plastered all over her face. She didn’t care. She was happy to see him, overcome with elation, and it didn’t matter if he knew, because she wanted him to know.