Asking for a friend . . . Is it ever too early to read holiday romance?
I think . . .no.
Seriously, there’s something so magical about love stories set between November and January that I can read them all year around.
But I will admit that I begin devouring holiday romance in earnest right around this time each year. Before ebooks were a thing, I used to buy those romance anthologies at the grocery store and sneak-read them at night so no one would tease me about enjoying Christmas books before Thanksgiving!
As an author, I’ve really enjoyed writing romances that take place during the most wonderful time of the year. Whether I’m following beloved well-established characters through a holiday or telling a story about brand-new friends, isn’t love even lovelier when it happens among evergreen boughs, silver bells, and wafting snowflakes?
Why have you written so many holiday romances?
Maybe there’s a reason I have a soft spot for Christmas love stories . . .Now that I think of it, my very own neverending love story began at the holidays.
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I only knew his first name.
The night we met, we were only having fun. It wasn’t serious. It was one last fling before real life took over. I knew I wasn’t ever going to see him again.
But I was wrong.
Dean
I didn’t ask for her last name.
She was a spontaneous night of fun right before I went back to West Point and football. We were only together for a good time. I knew we couldn’t have anything real beyond that one night.
But I was wrong.
And when we meet again in the most unexpected way, I find out that one night of fun could cost me my career and all of my goals.
It could mean the end of her dreams, too.
And it all started on one fateful night . . .
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When I reached my car, parked out of the way at the end of the gravel drive, and waited for her to catch up, I heard Willow’s sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, my God. That’s your car?” She gaped at my baby. “That’s a fucking Thunderbird. Nineteen fifty-seven?”
I cocked my head. “Nineteen fifty-six. You a fan?”
“Oh, my great-uncle had one, and I always thought it was the coolest car ever. He let me drive it to prom one year. I was in love.” She slid me a side-eye. “With the car, you know. The guy was a total loser.”
“Well, at least you had the Thunderbird,” I consoled her.
“True. For one night.” She touched the door handle. “You have yourself one bitchin’ car, Dean.”
“Thanks.” I stuck my hands into my pockets, enjoying her appreciation of my pride and joy.
“But I think we should get one thing straight up front.” Willow lifted her hand and pointed at me. “Even with this totally righteous automobile—” The corners of her mouth curled, and her eyes danced teasingly. “Even with this beauty . . . you should know that I am not going to fall in love with you tonight. So if you were driving me home on the off-chance you had a shot, forget it.”
I clutched at my chest as though wounded. “Wow. There goes my massive ego, crumbling to the ground.” Straightening, I added, “Don’t worry, Willow. For the foreseeable future, there’s only one love in my life—and you’re about to drive her.”
Willow twirled the keys on her thumb. “Get in, pal. Now that we know we’re both on the same page—no falling in love for us—I plan to enjoy the hell out of this ride.”
I circled the passenger side and opened the door. “One last hoorah before life gets serious?”
She laughed, and the sound made me second-guess my promise.
“One last hoorah, pal. Just one more night of fun.”
