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Happy Thoughts and Funky Socks with April Hollingworth

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are wrapping up our Happiness for the Holidays series with the fabulous April Hollingworth! April shares what makes her happy during the holiday season, AND she shares an excerpt from her novella, BE MINE! YAY!!!! It’s putting me in the mood to start getting ready for Valentine’s Day! 😉

From April:

Happy Thoughts and Funky Socks by April Hollingworth

 Tis the season to be jolly, yet at times that’s not always possible, especially with work and life in general. For me, I wear funky socks. Especially to work. Nothing worse than going in and knowing you’ll probably have a not so great day, but if you check out your crazy socks, it’s not all bad when a smile blooms across your face.

Life is speeding by, faster and faster each year, but it’s the little things that keep us happy.

Most families have certain traditions they do over Christmas, in my family it’s Christmas stockings at the end of the bed, which are from Santa, and the presents under the tree are from those who love you.

img_0010Each person in my family receives a stocking, no matter what our age. A tradition started when I was thirteen. I can still hear the gasp and squeal of delight coming from my Mum when she found her stocking. Her eyes were huge as she rushed from her room to find myself and my eldest sister laughing in delight at her reaction. It’s one of my best memories ever, to be honest.

Strangely enough this was around the time that my love of funky socks came about too. I do believe it was striped socks in my stocking that started my funky socks love. Since then I’ve had Cow-Cow socks (they had cows all over them). Hot pink socks with mugs, toast and fried eggs. Minnie and Mickey Mouse, and lots more. It’s the little things in life that make a difference. A kind action. A smile of friendship or greeting. Wishing someone a wonderful day, and meaning it. For me it’s also my funky socks.

So Seasons Greeting, and wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I hope that the end of this year will be cheerful, and the start of the New Year joyful. Look after yourselves and one another.


Beautifully said, April. Thank you!

And now, April shares an excerpt from her novella,

BE MINE (A Candy Hearts Romance)


Christmas is a loud and boisterous affair. I spend it with Mark, Sally, and their family. Jonathan is there too, all in all twelve of us somehow squeeze into their parents house. It’s been years since I’ve last had a Christmas like this one, filled with love and laughter. It makes me feel peaceful which is almost laughable, since trying to find a quiet corner is practically impossible.

Throughout the day, Mark stays close to me. Making sure I’m okay and have anything I need. During the afternoon, he takes me for a walk, where we slip and slide on the ice, more than walk.

Snow coats the surrounding area, thick and beautiful, dressing the trees, buildings, and shrubs in a sparkling blanket. It’s surprising how much beauty is around when you’re happy, yet under different circumstances, the same scene can make you feel isolated and alone.


Want to read more? Me, too! You can find BE MINE at your favorite site, and here’s the link for Amazon

How about some more books by April?


Different Kinds of Emotions ~ Poetry

Double Magick in the Falls (The Candi Reynolds Series, 1)

The Prophecy (The Candi Reynolds Series, 2)

The Protectors (The Candi Reynolds Series, 3) ~ Coming Soon

Be Mine (A Candy Hearts Romance)


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Thanks, April! What a lovely way to lead us into the New Year!

Thanks for stopping by! Happy Reading!


Happy Holidays!

Here on Nitty Gritty Romance, we have been hosting some of your favorite authors talking about happiness around the holidays and what it means to them…

So, in keeping with our holiday theme, I’m going to share what makes me happiest around the holidays and always–my family.

Our traditions are simple. My girls love to go for a walk on Christmas Eve, visit horses and bring them Christmas treats, and “prepare” their dolls for Santa’s arrival. We follow Santa closely on Norad, and by early evening on Christmas Eve, my girls are squealing with joy. It’s really quite perfect. Then, as the evening progresses, we read, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” for the billionth time, and the magic of Christmas falls on us — that quiet, beautiful, peaceful feeling — assuring us it is an evening like no other.


Wishing you a holiday filled with joy and peace. May you be surrounded by those you love most, doing the things you love best.


Holiday Happiness with Rachael Richey…

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are featuring the fabulous Rachael Richey!  Rachael takes a moment during this busy holiday season to tell us what happiness is to her…


From Rachael…

A Frosty Morning Walk

I find there’s nothing better than waking up to a crisp clear winter morning when the sun is shining and the frost is thick on the ground.  We had a morning like that recently, and I took the opportunity to slip out for half an hour with my camera and make the most of it.  Not much makes me happier than long walks in the country on my own.  It’s one of the best ways to come up with new ideas for stories, and on a beautiful still cold morning it was perfect.


We’re very lucky to live opposite a large expanse of Forestry Commission land, and I managed to get some lovely pictures including this one of a frosty fir tree by a small pond, that reminded me just how close to Christmas we were getting.  It was lovely to see the Christmas trees growing in the wild, and my early morning walk really put a spring in my step for the rest of the day.

 Here’s Rachael’s newest release!

The Girl in the Painting


While her husband Gideon is recording a new album with his band NightHawk, Abi Hawk is busy getting her own career as a portrait painter back on track. Following the death of her father, which coincides with the opening night of her first exhibition in London, Abi and her daughter come across an old painting in his attic that sets them on a journey of discovery to Paris. They uncover an astonishing and unexpected love story, one that has repercussions to the present day. Meanwhile Gideon, in America to promote the new album, ignores Abi’s warnings and manages to put himself in a vulnerable situation that threatens to rock the stability of their marriage. Separated from Abi by nearly five thousand miles, and unable to speak to her, will he be able to resolve the situation before any real damage is done?


Ooo, sounds great! Where to find? Here’s a quick link to Amazon, but read on to find out where you can purchase all of Rachael’s books!


About Rachael:

new-profile-pic-2013Rachael Richey lives in Cornwall with her husband and teenage son. She writes Women’s Fiction, and in 2014 signed a four book publishing deal with a publisher in New York. She has been writing since she was a child, starting with stories about her teddy bears and dolls.

She lived in the Hebrides for nearly fourteen years, having originally gone there to work for the summer season. She met and married her husband David whilst there, and had two children, before moving to Cornwall at the end of 2000.

There are currently four titles in The NightHawk Series, Storm Rising (Feb 2015), Rhythm of Deceit (July 2015), Cobwebs in the Dark (Feb 2016) and The Girl in the Painting (July 2016).

 A fifth book, unrelated to the NightHawk Series (but published by the same publisher), is due out in 2017.  This is a romantic comedy called Breaking All The Rules.

 All the books are available as e-books or paperback from most online outlets including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, All Romance and BookStrand, as well as from the Publisher’s website.


Where to find Rachael!

Amazon author page





The Wild Rose Press (Publisher)



Thanks for stopping by! Happy Reading!

Holiday Happiness with K.K. Weil!

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are visiting with the wonderful, K.K. Weil! She’s here to tell us about her happiness during the holidays…

AND about her new release…




From K.K.:

Happiness means different things to me depending on the time of year. Around the holidays, happiness is all about warmth, both emotional and physical. In December, happiness is snuggling in bed, reading Christmas picture books to my children. Even though my daughter is a tween, she loves our tradition and my kids trade off, taking turns to pick which book we’ll read each night. Happiness is holiday carols and egg nog. Happiness is driving around to check out the lights on people’s homes. Happiness is wrapping up in a blanket, reading a fantastic book. It’s watching my children have a ball playing in the snow (from my window, keeping warm, after spending an obligatory few minutes playing with them – for me, happiness is NOT playing in the snow. I’m always freezing.) It’s decorating Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses.

Happiness is Christmas Eve. It’s my children’s favorite night of the year. They love preparing for our company, setting tables and helping me cook appetizers. They wait all day for dozens of people to fill our home, and enjoy every second of the wonderful commotion. Watching them brings me back to my own childhood. Christmas Eve was my favorite night of the year, too.

Happiness in December is simple. It’s flavored coffee, a blazing fire and family. What else could I need?

Well, a new release makes me pretty happy, too. 🙂

Here’s a peek at my novella, Better to Give…

I needed some air. I just attacked a man for no good reason. Sure, one of his kids almost send Nora tumbling into a tree, but I could tell he was overwhelmed and I pounced anyway.

While his kids fought, the guy covered his face with his hands – the international sign for losing parental control. As he removed his hands, though, an awful thing happened. I got a good look at him and heat ran through every crevice of my body. No one should be as handsome as that guy was. Plus, I always had a thing for guys who were in over their heads, and he was definitely drowning with those kids.

I hadn’t reacted that way to a guy in a long time and I didn’t want to. My life was on track. I didn’t need some annoyingly smoky-hot, anti-super-dad screwing up my plans.

It was a problem because he clearly enjoyed the view, too. I knew what guys were thinking when they looked at me, and spoke to me, that way. When I mixed the way he was engrossed in me with my reaction to him, plans got derailed and things like Nora happened. Those smouldery guys don’t stick around once the Noras of the world arrive. So even though they’re still scorching hot, they no longer act like you are.

They disappear.

At least that was my experience. One I didn’t intend to repeat.


Sounds great, right…? Want more? Me, too! 

bettertogive_w10932_300For most people, the holidays are a time of warmth, happiness and celebration. But to Jenna Samuels, they mean only one thing. Mounting debt. A single mother, Jenna struggles to make ends meet and to her, it’s a season of excess and distress.

James Garrison is in over his head, too. His ex-wife said he wasn’t equipped to take care of his twins, and now that he’s got joint custody, he fears she was right. They’re wild, spoiled, and always fighting. When they knock Jenna’s daughter into the “Gifting Tree,”—a part of their town’s charity collection—the parents are immediately attracted to each other. But James has had his fill of cold women and Jenna won’t make the mistake of falling for another man who disappears when life gets too heavy.

As their paths cross, James and Jenna must decide whether first impressions are accurate, or if sometimes, people are not what you assume at all.

Where to purchase BETTER TO GIVE : 


The Wild Rose Press





Happy Reading!

Make Your Holiday Happy!

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are featuring the lovely Abigail Owen, who is sharing some ideas on Holiday Happiness!

PLUS! Read on to find out more about her new novella, Don’t Open Until Christmas !


Don’t Open Until Christmas is one of TEN novellas in the


It looks great!



From Abigail:

The holiday season is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the time spent with family. I love the music. I love the decorations. I love the food. I will admit, however, that I can’t stand the craziness. The number of events to squeeze into a short period of time. The pressure to get the right gifts, the right cards, the right…whatever. Particularly the scheduling though.

 My break from that insanity is…holiday romance novels. I know, I know. I’m promoting my own holiday romance. But let’s ignore that for a moment, because I really mean it. My mom used to put 1 or 2 new holiday romances in my stocking every year, and I always looked forward to reading them over Christmas break. Now, I start reading as soon as they come out. I They were, and still are, my escape from that crazy part of the holidays that drives me bananas.


Here’s a little something about, DON’T OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS !

 Ashley Hughes would love to cancel Christmas this year. Her holiday plans involve a wedding–her twin sister to her ex-boyfriend. To add to the holiday cheer, the big event is being held in the small Texas town where they all grew up together.

Then rumor links her romantically with her high school tormentor, Ryan McAdams–when what she’d prefer to do is deck his halls–and things get complicated. But the more time they spend together, the more Ashley finds herself wishing Ryan was her present waiting under the tree Christmas morning.


Don’t Open Until Christmas is 1 of 10 fantastic  novellas in the multi-author contemporary romance anthology, HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!

10 New York Times, USA Today, and International bestsellers have teamed up to bring a little heat to the winter holidays. Billionaires, Brother’s Best Friends, and Old Boyfriends abound in this treasure trove of contemporary romance tales, and whether these couples are snowbound or spending the holiday in the sun, there’s one thing they all agree on–there’s no place like home for the holidays.

Don’t Open Until Christmas – excerpt !

 “Ashley Hughes?” a female voice squealed from her right.

Let the bullshit begin. “Mandy Walker!” Ashley could do the bubbly girl thing when required. “It’s been ages. How are you?”

The blonde valedictorian of their senior class held up her left hand sporting an obnoxiously large diamond. “Married.”

“Let me guess? Jason Hubbard?” The two had been high school sweethearts, so figuring that one out didn’t exactly require a PhD.

Mandy laughed. “Who else?”

“You look fantastic. Marriage must agree with you.”

“You look great too.” Mandy sobered and Ashley braced herself for what she suspected was coming. “Although I expected this to be your bachelorette party.” A concerned light dulled Mandy’s green eyes and her pouty pink lips turned down. “How are you handling Taylor marrying Eric?”

Ashley pretended not to notice the downshift in mood. “I’m thrilled for them. They make each other happy.” Both true statements. Problem was no one seemed inclined to believe her about the first bit.

Mandy, sweet but not the brightest bulb in the box with social cues, didn’t take the hint. “But you must be disappointed. Everyone expected you and Eric to marry. When they announced their engagement last summer, it was such a shock.”

To everyone except Ashley. Granted, the engagement happened faster than she anticipated, but she’d known. “Oh, things were over between me and Eric before then.”

Mandy patted her arm. “Of course, honey. Way to stay strong.”

Ashley idly wondered if a bullhorn might get the message through. But, while the mental image of blowing back Mandy’s over-teased hairdo with the sound filled her with wicked humor, Ashley decided against it. Where would she find a bullhorn in a bar anyway? Besides, a long time ago, she’d come to the conclusion that the louder you defended yourself against small-town gossip, the more people talked.

Luckily, Bud chose that moment to hand her an ice-cold glass of beer. She tipped it toward the other woman. “See you around, Mandy.”

She spun around and smacked into a wall of muscle, her beer sloshing all over her hand.

“Sorry.” Ashley stumbled back, shook off her hand, and checked her outfit hadn’t suffered any damage. Satisfied she’d survived, she directed her gaze up, way up, into amused brown eyes bracketed by laugh lines.

“Oh, no. Not you,” she groaned. Apparently, Lady Luck, that fickle bitch, had completely abandoned her tonight.

She could deal with the stares and pretend sympathy from nearly everyone else, but not from Ryan McAdams.

If anything, his grin grew. “Nice to see you too, Hughes.”

“It’s Ashley.” Not that he ever listened before. He’d called her by her last name for ten years. Ever since they were fifteen. She waved her free hand as if shooing away an annoying fly. “Why don’t you go away.”

“How about a dance?”

“Did someone drop you as a baby?”

Okay. Low blow. She knew his dad had done that and still felt awful about it.

To her consternation he ignored her and plucked the beer out of her hand to set it on the bar. “Watch this for her, Bud?”

“Hey!” Ashley protested.

The bartender gave him that head nod guys used. “You got it, Ryan.”


Ignoring her grumble of protest, Ryan grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. A slow two-step started, and he pulled her into his arms.

Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not slow dancing with Ryan McAdams. She pulled back. “Let’s wait for the next song.”


Ooooooo!!! Sounds great, right? Where to buy?


Barnes and Noble


What a GREAT holiday gift for yourself or any romance lover in your life!

All 10 novellas for 99 CENTS! WOW!!!!

This is on my Christmas list! 


A little something about Abigail:

meAward-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and resides in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.

Where to find Abigail:

Website & Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest 

Happy Reading!


Peggy Jaeger on Happiness…

Happiness for the Holidays!

Guess what!? Not only is the amazing Peggy Jaeger here to discuss Happiness — Today is also RELEASE day for:

A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights !

And she’s going to share! Romance lovers, get ready to swoon!

It’s fabulous!


From Peggy on “Happiness” :

There aren’t that many things in life that make me truly happy. Toes tapping, fingers snapping, light hearted, full-smiling happy. In fact, I could probably name them all on the fingers of one hand—and have some fingers left over! The two things that do bring me absolute, total, mind-blowing happiness, though, are Christmas and family. And when you combine the two – being with family on Christmas – well, I’m just giddy even thinking about it.

Because I adore Christmas and family so much, I wanted to write a Christmas love story about a family I truly admire and respect, The San Valentino family. I first introduced them in my 2016 Valentines day Candy Hearts book, 3 WISHES, and now I get to tell the story of the youngest child, Gia. A little later I’ll give you a taste of the story, but for now, I want to explain why being with family is uber-important to me and gives my such joy during the Holiday season.

As an only child raised in a divorced family, I wasn’t exactly brought up in the white picket fence version of childhood. The Christmas holidays were spent being shuffled between two parents who didn’t know how to cope with a divorce, much less treat a child who had no fault in the breakup. Their animosity toward each other was difficult for them to keep to themselves and they made the mistake of putting me in the middle – literally and figuratively – for most of their contentious interactions. I had no siblings, and therefore no buffer. No one to help me or shield me. It was no wonder then, as a child and then a teen, I simply dreaded the holidays.

All that angst died when I met and then married a man who came from a large, loving, supportive family. Christmas was, to them, a joy to celebrate, made all the more jubilant because they loved to spend it all together. No matter how far they lived from one another, or who was away at college or lived far from home, this bunch descended on their childhood family home for the duration of the holiday season. They actually liked being with one another, and Jesus, they had fun! This was what I’d always dreamed of and had never been able to have for my own. Can I just tell you how ecstatic I was to be included into their fold? And I still am, to this day. (Included AND joyful!!)

My daughter –also an only child—was brought up very differently than I was. Both her parents still love one another and she is the light of our world, even as an adult. One of the best things my husband and I ever did for her was give her the gift of her extended family. Even when we lived thousands of miles from my in-laws we always made it a point to spend the holidays with them and all my husband’s siblings. Raised in a time before Skype and Face time,  we would make sure my daughter spoke to her grandparents, aunts and uncles every week on the phone even when she was a toddler, so she would learn to recognize their voices. I’m an avid picture-taker, so we had dozens of photos of the family in our house and when my daughter was old enough to make the connection, she would point to the pictures and state the names of the people in them.

She knew that even though we didn’t live right next door to her cousins and their parents, these people were-quite literally—always there for her. And today, even as adult, she has an amazing, close relationship with them all.

So when I decided to write a Christmas romance, I knew without a doubt it had to take place within the confines of a large, loud, and loving family. Because without family to guide you, support you, and lift you up, there is nothing else. Especially during the holiday season. Maybe even more so because of it! The San Valentino clan is the family I wished I could have grown up in, the kind of family I wanted to call my own. Since I didn’t have the luxury of that type of family, I invented them.

And I love them sosososo much!

So, spending time with a family you adore during the most joyful days of the year is what brings me total, complete, and everlasting happiness.


Because I love the San Valentino family so much, I want to share their love. Here’s a little sumthin’ sumthin’ from A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, featuring the “baby” of the family, Gia.


With Christmas just a few weeks away, Gia San Valentino, the baby in her large, loud, and loving Italian family, yearns for a life and home of her own with a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. The single scene doesn’t interest her, and the men her well-meaning family introduce her to aren’t exactly the happily-ever-after kind.

Tim Santini believes he’s finally found the woman for him, but Gia will take some convincing she’s that girl. A misunderstanding has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

Can a kiss stolen under the Christmas lights persuade her to spend the rest of her life with him?


And we have an EXCERPT, TOO!!!!:

After an hour of helping people move supplies from cars, I passed by mama who was carrying a humongous plastic swaddled baby Jesus statue for the crèche when she called out, “The new guy is here.”

“Where?” I put down the ladder I’d been carting and looked in the general direction of where she’d pointed her chin since her arms were full of the Lord.

I found him in an instant. It wasn’t difficult because he was the only guy in the parking lot I didn’t recognize. Plus, he was dressed head to toe in basic clergy black. Black long sleeved shirt under a black vest over black trousers and standard issue shiny black boring priest shoes.

His back was to me and he was carrying a table, but after he put it down and turned around I got a good look at the front of him.

And Holy Mary, Mother of God, what a front he had.

Close cropped military style hair the color of wind blown wheat topped a head which stood – truly – head and shoulders above everyone else around. The guy had to be six-three at least. Sharp, etched cheekbones God cut with a knife, sat under deep and dark oval shaped eyes. His face was a composite of planes and angles, the carved cheeks meeting up with a chiseled-from-stone chin. Hardened concrete looked softer than this guy’s jawline. His nose was perfectly fixed in the center of his face, the slight aquiline bend at the tip bringing to mind Michelangelo’s David, the cupid’s bow under it well-defined and pronounced. His lean shaven cheeks fell into a mouth that was full and thick and – God help me – looked utterly kissable.

I could tell even with the chunky vest covering his torso, he was closer to thin than stocky, but from the way his biceps pulled against his sleeves, he had some muscle to him.

And some pair of legs. They went on forever, from heaven to earth in a full, hard line.

I don’t know how long I stood there just gawking with my mouth open like an empty cannoli shell waiting to be filled, but I’m being truthful when I say I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen to the ground, my knees had locked, and my hips weren’t taking me anywhere soon.

This was one beautiful man.

The old masters would have used him as a springboard for their work, and I could actually picture him in a Botticelli fresco, garbed in Roman robes, lounging while naked, buxom-breasted chubby women fed him grapes and sweetmeats.

In the time it took for a hummingbird to flap its wings once, I pictured myself as one of those women.

Okay, you’ve got to get this for your holiday gift to…yourself! I’m ordering mine right now! How to get your copy…?

Amazon : https://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Under-Christmas-Lights-ebook/dp/B01LZ28ZTQ/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/paperback-books/4703-a-kiss-under-the-christmas-lights-paperback.html

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-kiss-under-the-christmas-lights-peggy-jaeger/1124783656?ean=2940157103873

KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/search?Query=A%20Kiss%20Under%20the%20Christmas%20Lights%20(Peggy%20Jaeger)&ac=1&acp=a%20kiss%20under%20the%20ch&ac.title=A%20Kiss%20Under%20the%20Christmas%20Lights&ac.author=Peggy%20Jaeger

Here’s a little something about the lovely Peggy…

peggyheadshotPeggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.



When she’s not writing or cooking, Peggy can be found here:

Website and blog: https://peggyjaeger.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/peggy_jaeger

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13478796.Peggy_Jaeger

Amazon Author’s Page:  https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00T8E5LN0

Pinterst: https://www.pinterest.com/peggyjaeger/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mmj122687/


Happy Holidays and Happy Reading!




Author Rachael Richey!

As we wrap up our Christmas posts featuring authors from The Wild Rose Press, I am thrilled to welcome author Rachael Richey!

Rachael Richey pic


by Rachael Richey


I love Christmas, but what I don’t love is when the shops start selling Christmas themed goods even before Halloween. It’s just like when they start advertising ‘Back to School’ items at the beginning of the summer holidays! For me, the build up to Christmas starts at the beginning of December. I reckon that’s quite long enough for the excitement to mount.

My favourite part of the Christmas season is definitely the days leading up to Christmas. My son and I generally go to buy a tree the weekend after he breaks up from school, usually around 12th December, and spend the next day or so decorating the house, and beginning the Christmas cooking.

But my absolutely favourite time of Christmas is Christmas Eve. I like to get up early and really get stuck into the cooking, music on in the background, and preferably with some tinsel in my hair. At some point in the day someone will usually realise there is something we’ve forgotten to buy, so my husband and son will be despatched off to fetch it, usually coming back with an extra load of chocolates. We traditionally have a buffet supper on Christmas Eve, then after our son has gone to bed, put the presents around the tree ready for the morning.

Then later, when everyone is in bed, the stocking filled and hung up, I like to creep back downstairs and sit with just the Christmas lights on. And then on the way back up to bed I still take a look up in the sky – just in case!



For an extra holiday treat, read a bit about Rachael’s book, Storm Rising!

Blurb for Storm Rising Storm Rising - Rachael Richey

Frontman of the grunge rock band NightHawk, Gideon Hawk has had enough of the rock star life. He is jaded, disillusioned, and haunted by the memory of an unresolved heartbreak. On a whim, he leaves the band in New York and heads to England in search of answers.

After attending the funeral of her estranged mother, Abigail Thomson makes a shocking discovery in her parents’ attic. The still-raw memories that surface, along with even more startling discoveries, force Abi to face a devastating truth that leads to a series of life-changing events. She and Gideon must race against time to reclaim the life stolen from them a decade before.

Excerpt from Storm Rising

Abi saw the car as she came along the main road. There were never many tourists around in November, and to see a strange car parked in the lay-by was worthy of a second glance. Probably someone who got lost, she thought to herself as she turned down her track.

She had spent the day with one of her clients in Penzance, sorting out the artwork for their new marketing campaign, and she was very glad to be home. She had lit the fire before she left the house that morning, and the chimney was smoking cheerily as she got out of the car and headed for the front door. As she turned to close it behind her, she once again noticed the strange Range Rover parked on the main road. She paused for a second, then shivered and closed the door. For some reason the sight of it had given her a little chill in her heart. She shook her head in exasperation. What was she turning into? The events of the past week must really be taking their toll.

She tossed her jacket down on the sofa and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. As anticipated, the little cottage was very warm and cosy, and Abi anticipated a lovely warm relaxing evening. Although she was very fond of her friend and neighbour, she couldn’t help hoping that Chris wouldn’t pop over. She really fancied a night to herself.

She made a cup of tea, cut herself a slice of cake, carried them both over to the fire, and sat down on the hearth rug. A basket of logs stood to one side of the woodburner, and Abi opened the doors and tossed another log onto the already roaring fire. She gave a little shiver of pleasure. She really liked to be warm. She was going to enjoy the evening.

She leant back against the sofa, extended her legs in front of her, and took a large bite of cake. No sooner had she done that than the doorbell rang. Abi rolled her eyes and tried to swallow her cake.

“Come in, Chris, the door’s open!” she called, spraying crumbs in all directions.

After a moment the door slowly opened and a deep voice said, “I’m not Chris. Can I still come in?”

Abi leapt to her feet and swung round to face the door. For the last ten years she had dreamt of the moment when Gideon Hawk would appear on her doorstep, and now it had finally happened she had no idea what to do. For a few long seconds they stared at each other, neither daring to speak. Then Abi took a tentative step forward and nodded her head jerkily.

“Yes. Come in,” she croaked, her mouth suddenly dry, adding automatically, “Mind your head.”

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A bit about Rachael:

Rachael Richey lives in Cornwall with her husband and children. She writes Women’s Fiction, and Storm Rising is the first book in the NightHawk Series. She has been writing since she was a child, starting with stories about her teddy bears and dolls.

She lived in the Hebrides for nearly fourteen years, having originally gone there to work for the summer season. She met and married her husband David whilst there, and had two children, before moving to Cornwall at the end of 2000.

There are currently four titles in the NightHawk Series. The second, Rhythm of Deceit was published in July 2015, and the third, Cobwebs in the Dark is due for publication in February 2016. The fourth book in the series, The Girl in the Painting has just been contracted and should be out sometime in 2016.

Stay in touch with Rachael!

Amazon author page:   http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00T38BXSI

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachael-Richey-Author/567963536590152

My website: http://rachaelricheybooks.weebly.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachaelRBooks

Goodreads:   https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13452011.Rachael_Richey


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