Too bad it's not available until Jan 16. At least I can give you a teaser here and explain how the story came about. You may also want to read my two previous posts about Rolf and Glory of On The Edge.
When Glory's father drags her to see Blue Spruce Lodge in On The Edge, she is determined she won't move there.
But as they're flying into Montana, she begins to come out of a grief-related funk of writer's block and see the Rockies as a great place to set a romance.
This begins Glory's journey toward writing Blessed Winter.
Here's a snippet of her actual thoughts:
And there were the Rockies.
She cocked her head, telling
herself she wasn’t that impressed. The Cascades were just as beautiful and they
were right there, in Seattle’s back yard. Plus, Seattle had the ocean, not that
she spent much time at the beach. There were an awful lot of critters on
saltwater beaches. Stanky kelp and sand fleas. She never swam there, not quite
trusting the waves, especially if they washed foam all over the shoreline. She
was a freshwater gal.
Seattle stayed green pretty
much year-round, though. This monochromatic scape of hills and valleys looked
like a crumpled piece of newspaper.
The plane was landing in
earnest, nose-diving her into this world she didn’t want to enter even for an
afternoon.
The next Tahoe. Her father truly was a first-class dreamer.
The real Tahoe would be a
good setting for a book, though. She bet there were all sorts of adorable cottages
there with snow-covered gables. Inns that were overbooked for the holidays… Great
place for a romance take on that classic Christmas story about no room at the
inn. That would mean a pregnant heroine, which was always tricky, especially if
there was a Christmas theme. She’d learned that from editing her mother’s
books. Would the hero be the father? How could he not be?
What if he thought he was,
but wasn’t? She could already hear the hero when he found out who the father
was. “I never saw myself playing Joseph to some
rock god’s baby…”
The plane bumped down,
shaking her back to reality.
She touched her throat, trying
to steady a pulse that was suddenly pounding. Her spine felt prickly and her
nostrils tingled as though scenting something sharp.
“What’s wrong?” her father
asked.
“Nothing,” she murmured.
Just that the voices—one voice—had
come back. That hadn’t happened in ages. At least a year.
She sat very still as the
plane taxied to the gate. She resisted the urge to explore her own mind like
prodding a broken tooth with her tongue. Muses were shy—that much she knew. If
hers was finally showing herself again, she didn’t want to scare her away.
Shhh.
But
there was one other thing she knew. If she was
able to write, there was no way she was moving to Montana to run a lodge with
her father.
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NOTE! You can't buy this book separately, but I created a cover for it because, well, I don't know when to quit.
After his brief engagement falls apart with his holiday plans, Brock is alone in Tahoe on Christmas Eve—until he bumps into the sexy waitress who ghosted him after their hot weekend last spring. And that’s quite a bump she’s sporting. Some quick math convinces him the baby is his.
Pandora’s rebound affair with Brock might have turned into something far more profound if she hadn’t turned up pregnant with her ex’s baby. She has always been on her own and is braced for parenthood to be the same. When the town is booked out, however, and Brock has to spend the night in her apartment, she discovers she doesn’t have to spend Christmas alone.
Brock plays Santa, then midwife. Could he take on the role of ‘husband’ and ‘father’ as well?
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