Winter Blogfest: Vicki Batman

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Christmas Prep, Crunch Time, Holiday Movies

I was determined to get ready super early for the holidays. For too many years, I felt crunched and crazy. I knew “staying ahead” would help me enjoy my time and not feel like “I have to do that.” This year, I hosted four small parties in ten days and took a trip with girlfriends. So, instead of stitching or reading, Icooked and did other preparations.

I addressed my Christmas cards. I made cheese logs. I dipped the fruitcake in chocolate for a dessert tray. And because I didn’t host Thanksgiving this year, I even decorated early, too.

Since I bought gifts throughout the year, I had a huge pile to sort. Once done, I commenced wrap-a-thon—lots of gift wrap, bags, ribbons, and gift cards.

And finito!

Oh, some last-minute stuff will pop up; however, I won’t be all “I have to get that done” and could spontaneously do other fun things when they popped up. I had parked in the back of my mind, I would have to help Handsome as he epitomized Mr. Last Minute.

Which meant I had time to relax over holiday movies. For example:

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Charlie Brown Christmas

Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

The Holiday

Home Alone

Miracle on 34th Street

Christmas in Connecticut

Love Actually

Every Christmas Eve, I watch “White Christmas.” As a youngster, “White Christmas” aired on Christmas Eve. What a thrill to be able to stay up late and see the movie and sing the songs–“Sisters” anyone?—with my three sisters.

When my boys came along, I pleaded and bribed to get them to watch with me, learn the songs, and sing them. Perhaps, what I wanted was too girly or maybe too shmaltzy as they weren’t interested. So, I did all the above by myself.

Seriously, who doesn’t love a good feel-good movie?

What is your favorite Holiday move (I’m not sure “Die Hard” qualifies)?

I hope you and yours have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

 

Great job. What man? And murder. Newly employed at Wedding Wonderland, Hattie Cooks is learning the industry from a woman she greatly admires. When her former brother-in-law is found dead in his luxury SUV, all fingers point to Hattie’s sister, who is planning her own I Dos.

Detective Allan Wellborn is caught between a rock and a hard place—Hattie’s family and investigating the murder of a well-connected Sommerville resident, the same loser who was once married to Hattie’s sister. Determining who’s the bad guy—or gal—isn’t going to be easy and sure to piss off someone.

Can Hattie beat the clock to find out who murdered Tracey’s ex before she is charged with the crime and her wedding is ruined?

Funny, sweet, and quirky, Vicki Batman’s stories are full of her hallmark humor, romance, and will delight all readers. She has sold many award-winning and bestselling romantic comedy works to magazines and most recently, three humorous romantic mysteries. An avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Cat fancier. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby.

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Winter Blogfest: Lyndi Alexander

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A brightly lit Christmas tree glows with warm light and the Christmas spirit on a cold winter night in the Colorado Rocky Mountains.

As a family law attorney for many years, I experienced many difficult holidays through the lives of my clients. We all want that magic time that each special day brings—for Christmas, it’s either the evening of Christmas Eve, going to church and opening presents with family, or Christmas morning around the tree, with cups of coffee and hot chocolate and the squeals of joy.

Unfortunately, there are many who don’t get to have those moments. A child is singular; they can’t be in more than one place at one time. Fractured families have broken hearts, so very often.

If a child is lucky, his parents will work together to give him the best time they can. It calls for sacrificing one’s own priorities and happiness to elevate that child’s experience.

Childhood is a time of magic. We are discovering the world, and all its mysteries. We ask “Why?” all the time, endeavoring to find out more about our lives, about all facets of it. Why does water come out of the faucet? Why does your hair stand on end when you scuff your feet? Why do some trees lose their leaves, and some stay ever green? So many surprises, so many chances for happiness.

But for those unlucky children, the magic gradually chips away. Doors are closed. Emotions are quietly shut down. It seems as though joy goes first; can you imagine a world without joy? Why would you want your child to live in that place? And not just for those young years, but without the hope for magic and joy, that closing-off continues into adulthood. The days become plodding, dull and listless.

This is the world in which Jelani Marsh finds herself, in The Elf Queen. A barista in Missoula, Montana, she’s failed at college, at love, and feels like she’s failing at life, too. Her mother is long gone, her father as well. The only one left is the stepmother she always resented. Her life has lost its magic. Little does she know, she’s about to encounter magic like she’s never experienced it before, in the hidden story of sacrifices made by her own family in years past.Jelani, along with her quirky friends, Lane, Crispy and Iris, discover an incredible journey, and take on one themselves. Is magic out there for everyone? Read along and find out.

When Jelani tries on a real glass slipper left lying on the sidewalk, it splits in half and out pours dozens of two-inch high creatures who scurry away into the shadows.

As if that’s not bizarre enough, she is soon approached by two men claiming (of all things) to be elves who need her help to rescue their queen.

Lyndi Alexander has been a published writer for more than forty years, after working as a pizza maker, a floral designer, a journalist and ta family law attorney. Currently a resident of Asheville, North Carolina, the aging hippie loves her time in the smoky blue mountains. She writes romance and suspense as Alana Lorens, and sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal mystery as Lyndi Alexander.. She lives with her daughter on the autism spectrum, who is the youngest of her seven children, and she is ruled by three crotchety old cats, and six kittens of various ages.

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Winter Blogfest: Becky Flade

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Christmas Treats and Traditions

My all-time favorite Christmas treat – after books – is Chocolatey Stars. I don’t know why they aren’t sold all year. But they’re not. And I don’t know if these are sold nationwide, or globally, or if they are a local treat. Also, I don’t know why these shortbread cookies dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with nonpareils make me happy, but they do. They really, really do.

What I do know is my favorite holiday special is Christmas Eve on Sesame Street. It’s a treat for my heart every season. I saw it the very first time when it first aired in 1978. It was my third Christmas. I was two; and I sobbed because Big Bird got lost. It is still, forty-four Christmas’s later, my favorite. I have it on VHS tape and on DVD. Then my mom gifted it to me in hardback.

My bookish, nerdy heart soared. One thing you can’t deny – Jim Henson “…knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!

On Christmas Eve, after mass, we bake cookies while listening to Bob Denver and the Muppets sing traditional carols, while tracking Santa’s flight around the world on the NORAD website. After we watch Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, A Muppet Christmas Carol, A Muppet Family Christmas, Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas, and The Polar Express (it’s my daughter’s favorite).

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Don’t forget to keep the spirit of Christmas with you all through the year!

– Becky

Detective Alexandra Danvers is determined to bring child killer, Arthur Book, to justice, no matter the cost. Detective Xavier Knight is asked to evaluate Lexi’s fitness for duty. He fears investigating Lexi could allow a monster to walk free. Holding onto their own secrets, they launch a covert investigation into Arthur Book who could cost Lexi and Xavier their careers, including their lives.

 

When I was little I thought everyone had stories in their head. When I found out that wasn’t true and that only special people had stories to tell, I wanted to be one of the people who shared their stories with the world. Here I am, making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time.

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Winter Blogfest: Kristian Parker

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The Magic of Christmas

Christmas was a magical time when I was small. We would have nearly twenty family members descend on the house to play raucous games like Team Charades, Wink Murder and Pass the Parcel with more elaborate forfeits each year.

I would get so excited that sleep on Christmas Eve was an alien concept and certainly not one I was going to let get in the way of starting the big day.

My poor Mum would have to practically pin me down and sing carols in my ear as Dad carefully put the pillowcasesfilled with presents at the end of the landing. Knowing they had a huge day ahead, they would creep into bed and try to stay as still as possible.

I can remember lying there, thinking I really should try and sleep. But by two in the morning, it would become too muchand I’d creep down to the end of my bed and peep out. There they were. A great big pile of wrapped boxes delivered by actual Father Christmas. I could wait no longer.

With a warcry of “He’s been!” I would thunder down the landing and straight into my parents’ room. They probably got about ten minutes sleep maximum. But with my angelic blonde curls and grinning face, who could resist?

The next hour consisted of me trying to control my trembling hands while I ripped open parcel after parcel. I had a big extended family so I was very lucky. Star Wars toys were usually the big-ticket items with a Millennium Falcon one year followed by an AT-AT the next.

Once I’d finished, the bed was awash with torn wrapping paper. Mum would always be on the lookout for big bits for the Pass the Parcel game.

Then it was my Dad’s cue to take me downstairs and let Mum get a couple of hours. We would take a selection of toys and books. We had a coal fire in those days so Dad would stoke up the fire and we’d play for a bit. When dawn was breaking, he would wedge me in the chair next to him with a book or two. The heat and Dad’s soothing voice usually sent me off.

Dad would sit back, close his eyes and listen to the crackling sticks on the fire. Just as he fell asleep the telephone would go.

My Grandad would ring early to see what time I’d woken up. The ring of the phone would make my eyes burst open. For a second, I wondered why I was asleep downstairs then I’d remember.

“He’s been!”

 

Frank never thought he would find love…until he met his friend’s servant.

It’s 1922 and Frank Harris has finished his exams at Cambridge. He had planned on going home to his parents’ Midlands shop until his friend Charlie Fitzwilliam issues a surprise invitation to stay at his family’s stately home.

Frank has nursed a secret attraction to Charlie since their first meeting and can’t resist a chance to spend time with him, but once there, it’s Tanner, a manservant, with whom he instantly falls in lust.

Charlie tries to force a local girl on Frank, and although Frank knows he should keep up appearances, it’s Tanner who sets a fire in him.

To Frank’s astonishment, Tanner is attracted to him too, and their mutual passion kindles, then burns strong. Only, their feelings must remain a secret—discovery would mean the ruin of them both.

But how long can love that blazes this bright be hidden?

 

I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters.

I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into.

Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it.

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Winter Blogfest: AE Lister

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A Family at Christmas

Christmas is my absolute favourite time of year. I grew up in a family of six – my two parents, two brothers and one sister. Christmas morning was chaotic and exciting and full of joy. Well, maybe not from my mother who always got pretty stressed out managing her four hyper kids and preparing for the large Christmas dinner. In her later years, once we were all adults, she gave the holiday meal prep up and either took us all out for supper on Christmas at a fancy hotel or ordered the food to be cooked and picked up by my dad and a helper (one of us).

Although it was very busy at Christmas, we had the benefit of not having to travel or host out-of-town visitors, since both my parents were only children and their elderly parents lived too far away for a holiday visit (England and Nova Scotia).

Although my upcoming novel, Various Distractions, doesn’t take place at Christmas, it is very much about family. In this case, found family.

Nic and Vincent, who meet in Various Persuasions (book 1 – an electronic copy of which will be given away here today), are enjoying a blissful interlude now that they have accepted the fact that they want to be together. Life is pretty damn good at the beginning of the book. But then, the distractions begin. A friend of Nic’s needs a place to conduct her Dominatrix activities, and his basement seems like the only option. Then, Vincent’s cousin needs a place to stay. Finally, something occurs that makes it necessary for Daphne to recommend someone to help with domestic chores at the house.

One thing leads to another and soon Nic finds himself embroiled in a new, broader relationship with Vincent. By the time the book ends, a family has emerged, that one person finds himself clinging to out of love and a need for protection.

To me, Christmas time especially is all about family. But it doesn’t have to be the family you were born into. A found family is just as valid as a traditional family, perhaps more so. Because it is composed of those individuals you have chosen to enhance your life, and whom you make a point to offer your own love and assistance.

Family is family, and this is never so apparent at Christmas. Enjoy the season with whomever you are celebrating and remember that traditions can be started whenever you like, and continued into the future by those who make them important.

Book two in the Persuasions series

When life is perfect, you know it’s gonna throw you a curveball…or four.

Nic and Vincent have been riding the high of a new romantic relationship that works so well they are on the verge of officially moving in together—but then the distractions begin. Their friend Daphne needs a temporary dungeon space, and Nic’s basement seems the perfect solution. Vincent’s gay seventeen-year-old cousin, Taylor, needs a safe refuge from his uber-religious parents. When Vincent suffers an unexpected injury, Nic asks Daphne to suggest someone to help with domestic duties around the house.

These combined circumstances lead to a less-than-ideal home life for Vincent and Nic, who struggle to find alone time. But life has a way of giving people what they need, and the arrival of Matteo to help with chores around the house sets into motion an opportunity the three must decide to follow to its logical conclusion or abandon in order to maintain the emotional safety of all the participants.

AE Lister is a non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of interesting characters. They write LGBTQ+ stories with consent-based kink and a dash of romance.

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Winter Blogfest: J. S. Marlo

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Santa’s Reindeer

‘Male reindeers lose their antlers in winter and females don’t, so Santa’s sleigh is actually pulled by a team of women…’

When I saw that quote on Facebook, it caught my attention. First, reindeer, like deer, don’t have an “s” in their plural forms. Second, it struck me as odd that the females didn’t lose their antlers, so I did some research.

Female reindeer can grow antlers, making them unique in the deer world. However, not all females have antlers since growing them costs lots of energy. In habitats where food is scarce or of poor quality, antlerless females dominate.

The female reindeer use their antlers to dig through the snow in search of food and to defend themselves. Those with the largest antlers tend to be socially dominant and in the best overall physical condition, but they still shed their antlers every year. Unlike male reindeer who lose them late autumn after the rut, female reindeer retain their antlers until spring because access to food is critical during their winter pregnancy.

Does that mean female reindeer are pulling Santa’s sleigh?  Not necessarily. Most of the reindeer used to pull sleds are castrated males because they are easier to handle than “full” males. Castrated reindeer have antler cycles similar to those of the females, only losing them in the spring.

Conclusion: Santa’s reindeer are either female or castrated male. 

Other interesting facts:

– There are more than 15 subspecies of reindeer, some of which are extinct. 
– Reindeer are domesticated or semi-domesticated caribou.
– They live primarily in the Arctic, where winter is drastically colder and darker than summer.
– Their hooves are soft during warmer months, but in winter, they become hard and sharp for breaking through the ice to forage vegetation.
– To adapt to seasonal changes in light levels, the part of their eye behind the iris changes color from gold in the summer to blue in the winter.
– They travel up to 3,000 miles and swim long distances.
– They have two layers of hair to keep warm: a dense woolly undercoat, and a top layer of hollow air-filled hairs which float. Their hair have been used to fill life jackets.


In my newest story, a Christmas mystery titled “The Red Quilt”, Grandpa Eli is marooned on a potato farm with his five-year-old granddaughter. On Christmas Eve, Eli ventures outside to draw reindeer hoof prints in the snow. Here’s an excerpt:

The two forward toes made prints resembling curly teardrops with the tip pointing ahead, toward the carrot underneath the branch. He added a dot behind each teardrop design to account for the two back toes.

A vehicle turning into Lana’s driveway diverted his attention from the second print he was drawing. When blue and red lights began to flash, Eli dropped the carrot and the branch, and raised his hands as he straightened to his full height beside the bush.

The door of the patrol car opened and a silhouette stood behind it. “Mr. Sterling?”

“Yes.” The female voice jogged his memory. “Fancy meeting you here tonight, Constable Davidson. May I lower my arms?”

“Yes, please. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The lights stopped flashing, but the door remained opened as she walked toward him. “The lights were on so I thought you might be up, but then I saw someone hunched by the bush, so I overreacted.”

“I’d rather you overreact than ignore a suspicious guy making reindeer hoof prints in the snow in the wee hours of the morning,” he teased.

A smile enlivened her face as she shone the beam of her flashlight in the snow. “It’s small for a reindeer, but otherwise, it’s pretty accurate.”

Stumped by the remark, he squatted the snow. “What do you mean by small? Do you masquerade as a biologist in your spare time?”

Her laughter rose in the crisp air. “No, but I have an older sister who’s a conservation officer in the north. She spent years following the caribou herd’s migration. I know more about caribou than I ever wanted to know. For accuracy’s sake, you want them to be about four inches long.”


Happy Holiday 2021!

J. S. Marlo

A last-minute Christmas trip goes horribly wrong for Eli and his five-year-old granddaughter, Ruby. On their way to a Bed and Breakfast on Prince Edward Island after a kitchen fire forced them out of their house, they get caught in a blizzard and end up in the ditch.

Retired Military Nurse, Lana, lives on a potato farm with the ghosts of her husband and son. She welcomes into her home the marooned Eli and the young child he raises alone. The storm outside rages on and problems arise as Eli faces the demons and mistakes of his past, Lana becomes entangled in her neighbors’ illegal activities, and Ruby wishes for something Santa cannot give her.

The resulting mix offers hope for a second chance even as it threatens their lives. Can Eli and Lana survive another storm to enjoy the love growing between them? And will Ruby’s wish be granted?

JS Marlo spent her childhood in a small French Canadian town, reading and daydreaming stories. One day, she met her hero, a dashing young officer, and followed him back and forth across the country.

The “memorable” adventures she experienced with her young family fueled her imagination and kindled the dream of one day becoming a published author. When her three spirited children left the nest in pursuit of their own adventures, she gave writing a chance.

JS lives in northern Alberta with her hubby, and when she’s not visiting her children or spoiling her gorgeous little granddaughter, she’s working on her next novel under the northern lights.

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Winter Blogfest: Michal Scott

This post is part of Long and Short Reviews’ Winter Blogfest. Leave a comment for a chance to win an ebook or print version of my latest novella Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman? in the anthology Falling Hard.

Blue Christmas: Grief and the Holidays

Turn to someone and say, “‘Tis the season…” that person will smile back at you and probably say “To be jolly.” Then the two of you will laugh and sing “Fa la la la la la la la la.” The assumption is everyone is getting ready for the most wonderful time of the year. After all, to everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven. But what if your time and purpose are at odds with the majority of the people around you?

Loss at any time is painful, but experiencing loss when everyone else is smiling, laughing and giving good cheer can be doubly painful. A sense of isolation or worse a sense of having no right to your feelings can set in because everyone else seems oblivious to your pain. The pressure to stiff-upper-lip-it is great. Sometimes greater than people can bear. This is why as minister for pastoral care, I developed a Blue Christmas service for First Presbyterian Church in Jamaica NY (FPCJ) as a way to acknowledge, affirm and offer comfort to those for whom crying during this season is more natural than singing.

Often held on the longest day of the year, Blue Christmas services let people who are mourning know that they are not alone, that they are not forgotten, that they have a right to what they’re feeling. Hymns and songs sung are usually in a minor key. Prayers shared acknowledge sorrow and pain and affirm the reality of loss. Readings from authors like Ann Weems who write meditations based in their own experience of suffering are read. Old Testament scriptures point to people journeying from darkness to light. Psalms chosen are often ones of lament like Psalm 22 or looking for help like Psalm 121. New Testament readings focus on a hope that is always there, even when you can’t feel it. Candle lighting is coupled with litanies that reflect and affirm the reality of loss, that banish as much as possible feelings of shame or blame. In the service I designed for FPCJ attendees were invited to come forward and light candles as an act of agency that shows even when we feel most helpless we always have power. As a reverse offering, attendees were invited to take a scripture stone (glass stones with scriptures on them) from the offering plates to take home as reminders that the word of God is always available and present.

 

Here are two sample order of service so you can see what I mean: https://www.umcdiscipleship.org/resources/blue-christmas-a-service-of-reflection-for-the-longest-night, https://youngclergywomen.org/blue-christmas-service-when-christmas-hurts/. If you’ve never attended one, find acommunity near you that’s offering one then go. FPCJ’s Blue Christmas services were some of the most life affirming events I had the honor to participate in.

‘Tis the season for decking the halls and gift giving, but for some it is a dark night of the soul. If this is the case for you or someone you know, I hope this blogpost can serve as a reminder that there is comfort and strength for you in this time of loss, and that as the old Negro spiritual proclaims, “trouble don’t last always.”

Sentenced to hang for a crime she didn’t commit, former slave Mary Hamilton was exonerated at literally the last gasp. She returns to Safe Haven, broken and resigned to live alone. She’s never been courted, cuddled or spooned, and now no man could want her, not when sexual satisfaction comes only with the thought of asphyxiation. But then the handsome stranger who saved her shows up, stealing her breath from across the room and promising so much more.

Wealthy, freeborn-Black, Eban Thurman followed Mary to Safe Haven, believing the mysteriously exotic woman was foretold by the stars. He must marry her to reclaim his family farm. But first he must help her heal, and to do that means revealing his own predilection for edgier sex.

Hope ignites along with lust until the past threatens to keep them one breath away from love…

Michal Scott is the erotic romance pen name of Anna Taylor Sweringen, a retired United Church of Christ and Presbyterian Church USA minister. Inspired by the love mystics of Begijn, Audre Lorde and bell hooks, Rev. Anna writes erotica and erotic romance with a faith arc, hoping to build a bridge between the sacred and secular, spirituality and sexuality, erotica and Christ, you and a well-written, spiritually stimulating, and erotically arousing story. She uses story settings to give insight into the African American experience in the US.

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Winter Blogfest: Cassie O’Brien

This post is part of Long and Short Reviews’ Winter Blogfest. Leave a comment for a chance to win a paperback copy of It’s Christmastime Once More. A paperback copy of Once Upon a Christmastime. A selection of Christmas themed chocolate items and a boxed Christmas cracker. (Photo available if req.).

The UK is Christmas Crackers

It wouldn’t be Christmas in the UK without these little cardboard tubes of joy decorating the festive dinner table. We Brits pull a world beating 154,000,000 of them each year – yep – that’s 154 million.

Invented by the sweet maker, Tom Smith, in the early 1840’s, the tissue-wrapped tube contained candy in the form of sugared almonds and a love motto. They did not sell well. Then, while watching the crackling logs on his fire in 1861, inspiration struck and the cracker, as we know and love it today, was born.

The candy was replaced by a small gift, the motto rewritten as a riddle or groan inducing corny joke and the explosive ‘snap’ added. Rebranded as ‘Bangs of Expectation’ the new format was an immediate success and has remained a firm favourite ever since, although we had to wait until 1869 for our paper crowns, when they were added to the contents by Tom’s son, Walter.

Modern day crackers, while containing the same range of contents, come in a huge price range depending on how valuable the gifts are inside. A supermarket budget box, containing a small plastic novelty, will set you back £2.99, while at the other end of the scale, a box of 6 from the Royal Mint are priced at an eye-watering £5,000, but then they do contain a diamond and 18ct gold necklace amongst other items of solid gold.

So, with all my good wishes for a jolly, snap, banging time – Happy Christmas, Everyone!t

Four Romantic Christmas Stories

Secrets And Christmas Surprises
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One Mistletoe Kiss
Aran Vair was Arietta’s childhood hero, and although they’ve drifted apart over the years, her feelings haven’t changed. A snowstorm reunites them, but when Aran suggests a friendship-based marriage, it’s not a prospect Arietta can contemplate. Living as an independent woman in the cottage she owns will be preferable – unless Aran can persuade her otherwise.

The Best Gifts Aren’t Wrapped
Lauren hates Christmas. It’s a painful time and her heart is locked as securely as her front door to keep the world and its festivities out. Joe, a divorcee with two sons, arrives on her doorstep with an uncooked turkey in his hands. There’s a power outage, and if can use her oil-fuelled Aga, his children can still enjoy their Christmas feast. And maybe she would like to join them.

Christmas By Candlelight
When Arietta’s husband, Tai, walks out her, she hightails it to the rural cottage she inherited from a long-dead ancestor and namesake, to lick her wounds. She converts the property into a B&B, and as Christmas approaches, she anticipates taking a relaxing break – until like a bad penny, Tai turns up. The ashes of their relationship are not quite dead, and as the flames rekindle, Arietta questions herself. Was she too hasty in running away?


Cassie O’Brien – mum of four – writer of romance for Totally Entwined Group and committed party animal with a love of champagne and high-heels.

Raven McAllan lives in Yorkshire, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

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Winter Blogfest: Tanith Davenport

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A Three-Bird Roast for Christmas

You know the one thing I always champion at Christmas? Not having turkey.

I grew up being told in adverts, by friends and by relatives that turkey was what you have at Christmas. You spend hours roasting it, you gorge yourself on it, and then you spend the rest of the week eating turkey sandwiches because there is half a ton of meat left in the fridge. Turkey all the way.

But we never had turkey.

I think this was because my family only consisted of my mother, my father and myself. It offended my father’s sensibilities to buy a bird that would barely get eaten. So instead he would order either a duck or a capon, apart from a couple of years when he decided to try goose. He eventually gave up on that as he was the only one who liked it, although we did appreciate how much goose fat was left over.

And why not? I love duck, I love chicken, so why not have them for Christmas?

Nowadays we have a bit of a compromise. We spend Christmas dinner with my in-laws, who always make a turkey crown, and on Christmas Eve my husband and I get either a duck or a three-bird roast. That’s probably excessive for just the two of us, but there’s something quite decadent about a three-bird roast, and what the heck, it’s Christmas. Let’s be decadent.

But I will always value trying something new for Christmas dinner. Duck. Chicken. Hell, get a couple of guinea fowls if it’s just the two of you. Pile your plate high with all the trimmings and enjoy.

And happy eating!

Tamar Steele, a successful medium for a paranormal investigative team, should be happy with her life—but life seems to be against her. Her psychic field is being mysteriously blocked, causing her physical pain and, worse, making it more and more difficult for her to come, creating stress in her relationship with long-term boyfriend Jason.

But then, during the filming of a paranormal TV show, Tamar picks up on Leslie, the recently murdered sister of her co-worker Hana—who later tells her the murderer was in the room with them. Knowing the best way to enhance her psychic ability is through sex, Tamar must rekindle her troubled relationship with Jason and rebuild their passion as she fights to solve the murder. Can she find the killer in time?

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writers’ Scheme. Her debut novel “The Hand He Dealt” was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.

Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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Winter Blogfest: Kelly Vincent

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Fondly Remembering Childhood Christmas Mornings

In my young adult book Finding Frances, there’s a short scene where my main character remembers her Christmas mornings fondly. I think a lot of us remember back to Christmas with borderline sentimentality. This is possibly true for a lot of other holidays, but Christmas is such a concentrated dose of joy for lucky kids. At my house Christmas morning went like this: between my little brother and I, whoever woke up first would wake the other. We would creep downstairs quietly—it was fine as long as we didn’t wake our parents—and head down the long hall to the den, where I would flip the light switch to reveal the treasures from Santa. We’d step down into the room and shiver with excitement and cold as we sat amongst our gifts. Santa was too busy to wrap presents, so this meant all the unwrapped things were ours to behold well before sunrise. Then we would wait until our parents woke, after which Mom would make breakfast pizza, we’d eat it, clean up, and then it was time to open everything else. It was the same every year, except the one where it wasn’t.

That Christmas morning, the two of us trembled with excitement as we worked our way down the stairs in the dark. But this year was different, because I was on crutches after hip surgery, and it slowed me way down. So, as we made our way down the stairs, he got farther and farther ahead of me. By the time I crutched off the last step, he was standing straight ahead in the middle of the hall looking at me, his mouth hanging open in anticipation and uncertainty. The red cuffs of his Superman pajamas were halfway up his calves. He took a step backwards, while still looking at me. I trudged on while he raced the rest of the way to the end of the hall. His toes dangled over the step into the dark den. His hand rested on the light switch.

But he stopped and turned back around.

And waited.

He still wanted to share Christmas with me, just like always. The realization made my heart pinch—he was only six years old. Where had he learned patience like that? Definitely not from me.

I crutched the rest of the way and as soon as I was next to him, I reached over to flip the switch and the room exploded with light. We stood there squinting and blinking, taking the scene in, although I couldn’t remember a single thing I got that year. I just remember my little brother.

I do know that we dug through the handful of unwrapped gifts our parents had left out and emptied out our stockings to find chocolate, nuts, and the cans of ravioli and beefaroni that were Dad’s specialty. Then we went back up to our rooms and slept until Mom came in and woke us. We went down and she heated up the breakfast pizza she’d made the night before and my brother and I willed it to cook faster so we could get to the wrapped presents.

I didn’t tell anyone about him waiting for me that early morning until years later, but it is still my strongest Christmas memory. I wasn’t the most patient kid and waiting wasn’t something I did well. I’d never really thought about how that impatience might impact other people. But a little self-control on my brother’s part kept our tradition intact. Any time I’m frustrated by a delay or just some requisite waiting, I picture a little boy in blue pajamas with an S emblazoned across the front, and feel measurably more patient, while the scent of clove oranges wafts across my imagination.

Retta Brooks thinks her life is on track after convincing her overprotective mom to stop home-schooling her and allow her to go to Buckley High. She comes home from a night out with friends to find that her whole world has changed, and she has extremely hard decisions to make. Not to mention finding the answers to questions some people would rather she not know. Is she strong enough for what lies ahead?

Kelly Vincent wrangles data weekdays and spends the rest of her time playing with words. She grew up in Oklahoma but has moved around quite a bit, with Glasgow, Scotland being her favorite stop. She now lives near Seattle with three cats who help her write her stories by strategically walking across the keyboard, with her first novel, Finding Frances, a fine example of this technique. She has a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing from Oklahoma City University’s Red Earth program.

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