Thanksgiving Romance?

 
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Weโ€™re less than a week away from what my family affectionately calls โ€œTurkey Day!โ€ If youโ€™re not in the U.S., thatโ€™s Thanksgiving and itโ€™s a time we gather around a dinner table with our families to eat โ€ฆ and eat and eat and eat.

This year, Iโ€™ve been asked to host and my mom is bringing her specialties: stuffing, homemade yeast rolls, and sweet potatoes with little marshmallows on top. Sheโ€™s also bringing a turkey breast instead of the whole bird for my stepdad and brother, because honestly, almost none of us care about eating turkey on Thanksgiving! Iโ€™d love to go without it and adopt a turkey instead from a sanctuary, but tradition being what it is, Iโ€™ll just have to settle for not eating it. :)

Anyway!

Since I love to include holidays in my books, Iโ€™ve written several Christmas novels, but did you know I also wrote Thanksgiving into a few as well? While itโ€™s not an inherently โ€œromanticโ€ holiday, it is a great opportunity to get together with family, especially in a budding romance where the heroine and hero are just getting to know each otherโ€ฆ

 
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A Bad Boy for Christmas

Even though Christmas is in the title, but it features one whopper of a family get-together when Faith visits "Wishbone Attic" where she must tell Connorโ€™s sisters the truth or face the consequences...

Excerpt

Dixieโ€™s eyes popped wide. Sheโ€™d decided on a question. โ€œHas Connor spent the night at your house and/or have you spent the night at his house?โ€

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Oh no, the one question she had to answer honestly would make them sound like they had done way more together than they had. She bit her lip, deciding how much to say. โ€œInterestingly enough, he has spent a few nights at my house, and I have spent one night at his.โ€ She held up a finger when Dixieโ€™s eyebrows crawled up her forehead. โ€œBut we have not had sex.โ€

โ€œYou got a bonus answer anyway,โ€ Kendra pointed out.

โ€œMaybe I should reiterate you have to tell the truth in this place,โ€ Dixie said, gesturing around the dimly lit space. โ€œWe do not take kindly to liars around here, Faith Garrett.โ€ She leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, โ€œIf that is your real nameโ€ฆโ€

โ€œItโ€™s the truth.โ€ Briefly, she filled in his sisters about how long she and Connor had known each other, about her ex-fiancรฉ trying to break into her apartment, about Connorโ€™s insistence to stay at her house, about her holing up at his apartment for a night while he ran a mysterious Friday errand.

โ€œThat sounds like him,โ€ Kendra remarked. โ€œSo protective.โ€

โ€œHe likes you,โ€ Dixie stated in the same sure tone she used with everyoneโ€”like Connor liking Faith was the simplest, most obvious of truths.

Kendra held up her hand. โ€œMy turn.โ€

Faith counted off, broke the plastic bone, thrilled when she ended up with the bigger half.

โ€œOh boy, I bet I can guess whatโ€™s coming.โ€ Kendra smirked, but didnโ€™t seem the least bit upset by ratting out her brother. โ€œAsk me anything; Connor is an open book.โ€

Dixieโ€™s cackle suggested this might only be true in Wishbone Attic.

Now for Faithโ€™s question. Did she want to know more about Maya? Or about where Connor disappeared to on Friday nights?

Since Connor promised to tell her about Maya in his own time, she went with, โ€œWhere does Connor go on Fridays? I know he has some sort of mission, an appointment he will not miss.โ€

Dixie went uncharacteristically quiet. Kendra pressed her lips together as if deciding how much to say.

โ€œYou have to tell the truth,โ€ Faith reminded gently.

โ€œEasy answer, but not a very easy explanation.โ€ Dixie tipped her chin. โ€œMight want to refill your glass.โ€

 

A Snowbound Scandal

A Snowbound Scandal reunites summer lovers in this forced proximity novel when Mayor Chase opens his front door to find his ex-summer-fling carrying in pie and a full Thanksgiving dinner for him. She intends on leaving but her car is almost on E and the snow just isn't stopping...


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She climbed the steep, snowy hill, her tires sliding enough that her heart hammered against her throat. Thankfully, the driveway evened out at the gate so she didnโ€™t slide backwards in the snow. She pressed a button on a callbox to request to be let in. A camera lens attached to the device stared at her from its unblinking mechanical eye. Miriam grabbed the container of sweet potato pie from the passenger seat.

While she waited, snow covered her windshield and drifted inside. He might not be here, she thought miserably. Or maybe heโ€™d been caught in the storm while gathering supplies and was holed up in a hotel somewhereโ€”

โ€œMimi.โ€ Chaseโ€™s low timbre sailed out of the speaker, at once surprised and scolding.

โ€œHi.โ€ She waggled the container. โ€œPie delivery. I wonโ€™t stay long.โ€ There was a significant pause, but no response. She swore she could feel his laser-like glare through the camera. A buzz sounded as the iron gates swung aside through the gathering snow.

The white stuff on the driveway was untouched by tires or boot prints. After debating leaving her truck running, she shut if off to save fuel and climbed out. The walkway to the front door had been shoveled at some point, but since then a few inches of snow had filled in the gaps.

She shuddered as icy wind sliced through her hair, the temperature colder coming off the frigid lake below. A porch light snapped on and Chase appeared outside wearing a sweater and jeans and sneakers that didnโ€™t appear weather resistant.

โ€œRunning shoes in this weather. Are you crazy?โ€ She pulled three containers filled with his dinner and dessert from the passenger seat and then shut the door.

โ€œYouโ€™re calling me crazy. What the hell are you doing here?โ€

โ€œI told you I wonโ€™t be long.โ€ She shoved the pie container into his hand and his scowl deepened. Her teeth chattered, partially from nerves. This was the moment sheโ€™d been waiting forโ€”to set Chase Ferguson straight. On her terms. She glanced around at the pale moonlit mounds of snow. Okay, not exactly her terms, but it was too late to back out now.

โ€œGet inside,โ€ he commanded, his breath visible in the cold. Out of habit she locked her truck and it beeped briefly, letting her know. Chase glared over her shoulder at the sound, but she refused to let him scare her off from what she came here to say. She was going to set him straight, then turn this big bastard around and drive straight home.

Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

Sheโ€™d really miss playing games with her family tonight. A dart of regret shocked her ribcage. And then a dart of something else when Chase cupped her elbow and started toward the house.

โ€œWatch your step,โ€ his low voice rumbled as he gestured to the nearly invisible porch steps. โ€œYouโ€™d better have a good reason for being here other than bringing me pie.โ€

Oh, no worries, Mayor McCheese. I have oneโ€ฆ