Book Spotlight – A Williamsburg Christmas by Anne Greene

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Today in the spotlight we have Anne Greene’s holiday romance, A Williamsburg Christmas.

Book Description

A Williamsbrg Christmas cover artChristmas 1955 – Trent jilted Holly. Should she give him a second chance? Has too much time elapsed and is too much fire quenched for this romance to rekindle?

Holly falls in love with the sights, sounds, and scents of Christmas in Colonial Williamsburg during her first months living there. She’s a widowed mother raising 8-year-old twin boys by working as a waitress in a famous Colonial Williamsburg Inn.

Trent disappeared from Holly’s life ten years ago. Now he’s back and wants to marry her. Santa’s matchmakers complicate Holly’s decisions by bringing new men into her life. Will the competition prove too much for Trent?

Excerpt

1955, Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Holly and Shirley trudged down Duke of Gloucester Street toward the buildings where each of them rented an apartment.

“What’s buzzin, cuzzin? Saw a ghost? You looked like something the cat dragged in this evening at work.”

Holly nodded. She needed to talk to help clarify this new situation in her mind. “It’s a long story. And not very pretty.”

“Those are the best kinds. Hit me with it.”

Holly drew a belly-up breath. Tonight, even the Christmas lights failed to cheer her. “You noticed the quartet that played this evening?”

“Sure. Their name’s Radioactive. Bunch of cool-looking cats with their pegged jeans, their black-striped shirts, and their ducktails. Played good too.” Shirley gave a thumbs-up, then winked. “Did you see that dreamy one who played that big brass horn? I could go for him in a big way.”

“Feel free. His name’s Trent Conway. We went steady during our senior year of high school.”

“Cool beans!” Shirley gazed at Holly’s face. “But no way I’d go out with one of your old flames.” She tugged at Holly’s red wool coat sleeve. “You saw a ghost from the past. I’m all ears.”

Holly walked a short distance. Why not? They had time before they reached their apartments. “Okay, you asked for it.” She forced a smile. “Start with two years after high school. My broken heart had almost healed when I met Vince. Haven’t thought about these high school memories in years.”

“That horn player broke your heart?”

“He did. I’d been expecting a proposal and a ring the summer I got a job and before Trent left our small town to attend Ohio State. He promised to write.” Holly tried to sound light-hearted. “But he didn’t. At all. I tried to contact him, but he’d left no address. After a year of mourning and moping, I left my job in West Liberty and found work in Columbus. I rented a room at the YWCA near Ohio State.” Holly gave a rueful grin. “Since we lived in the same city now, I started each day expecting to run into or hear from Trent.” She shook her head. “Neither happened. Like he’d fallen off the face of the earth.”

“Why would Trent do that?” Shirley’s blue eyes sparkled tears.

“I don’t know.” Holly smiled. “Then Vince exploded into my life like a superhero with a whirlwind romance and marriage. I almost forgot Trent.”

“Way to go!”

“I thought I’d forgotten Trent, right? Does a girl ever forget her first love?”

“You never saw Trent again—until now?”

“Right. The last time I saw him was the day he climbed into his 1941 Ford and left for college. He kissed me and said, ‘I’ll always love you, Christmas Girl.’”

Shirley’s blue eyes opened so wide she resembled an astonished child. “He called you that? How romantic!” She took several steps then stopped. “I wish a boy would call me something sweet.”

“Trent had several nicknames for me, but that’s the one he used the last time we saw each other.”

“Oh, Holly, you’re so lucky a boyfriend cared so much for you.”

The pain certainly hadn’t felt lucky. Or the years of wondering. Or the shock of running into him again with him looking even more attractive than he had in high school. “Nowheresville! I never want to see Trent again. Not now. Not ever.”

“Well, you’re lucky. Dream Boat Trent is not the one I set you up with.”

“Yuck!” Holly stopped dead and grabbed Shirley’s arm. “No!”

Shirley’s face sported a huge grin. “Yep. Mr. Clarinet Player…and all the guys…are used to girls asking them for dates after their gigs. Groupies they call us. Anyway,” Shirley’s bright smile dimmed for a second, “he turned me down at first…until I pointed you out. Then he asked, ‘When and where?’”

“You didn’t, please say you didn’t.”

“Honey, you need to get out of that apartment and see some nightlife. Santa’s bringing Mr. Clarinet Player to pick you up at seven. I’m babysitting.” Shirley flashed a genuine this-will-be-so-good-for-you smile. “His name’s Bob Robinson.”

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A Williamsburg Christmas is available from Amazon. Read it for free with Kindle Unlimited!

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About the Author

photo of author Anne GreeneAnne lives in the quaint antiquing town of McKinney, Texas, a few miles north of Dallas. Her husband is a retired Colonel, Army Special Forces. Her little brown and white Shih Tzu, Lily Valentine, shares her writing space, curled at her feet.

Besides her first love, writing, she enjoys family, friends, travel, reading, and way too many other things to mention. Life is good. Jesus said, “I am come that you might have life and that you might have it more abundantly.”

Anne’s an award-winning author of twenty-three books. She loves writing about alpha heroes who aren’t afraid to fall on their knees in prayer, and about gutsy heroines. She hopes her stories transport you to awesome new worlds and touch your heart.

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Monday Mentions – Mistletoe Kiss by Andrea Boyd

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Please welcome Andrea Boyd to The West Corner! She’s here today with her Christmas romance, Mistletoe Kiss.

Book Description

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Calling All Couples!
Sign up now. Help us set a record!
On December 10 at 5:00 pm,
we need your help setting a
Guinness World Record
for the most couples
kissing under the mistletoe!

Chase Spencer had been firmly planted in the friend-zone ever since he first met Rachel Anthony back when they were in grade school and it looks like that’s where he’s destined to remain. And her latest scheme is bound to be torture. She wants them to help break the Guinness World Record for the most couples kissing under the mistletoe at one time. How should he handle this? Should the kiss be a chaste, friendly kiss like she envisions? Or should he do it in a way that leaves Rachel without a doubt that he wants to be more than friends?

It had always been Rachel’s dream to break a world record, and who better to do it with than her best friend Chase? And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t kissed before—sixth grade, spin-the-bottle at Iona Puckett’s party—a peck of the lips and it’d be over. Except she missed the part where they had to hold the kiss for ten seconds. And no one warned her of how she would feel afterwards—confused and longing for more. How can she convince Chase to change her status from friend to girlfriend?

Excerpt

“Chase, you have got to see this!”

The way Rachel Anthony practically danced into his office reminded Chase of the day they met—the first day of first grade. She had skipped right up to him on the playground and asked if they could be friends. If he’d known he would be permanently relegated to the friend-zone, he would’ve said no.

She leaned against his arm as she stretched over his desk. As her fingers tapped across his keyboard, her familiar floral scent surrounded him. He leaned closer and inhaled deeply.

“Chase Spencer, did you just sniff me?”

“Hey, I paid a lot for that overpriced, scented water.” Worth every penny. It had been over a year ago, but he still remembered the way she had jumped into his arms with an exuberant squeal when she opened the coveted birthday gift.

“Yeah, and I’m about out. You know, Christmas is right around the corner.” Rae tapped him on the knee. “Scoot back.”

“I was trying to work here.”

She plopped right down into his lap. The woman drove him crazy, and she didn’t even have a clue.

“This is more important than work. I figured out how we can get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and…” She tucked her light brown hair behind her ear as she glanced back to add emphasis to her point. “And, we can strike another amusement park from our list.” She lifted two slender fingers in the air and then let one drop. “Two birds, one stone.”

The summer they each turned ten years old, Rae’s parents had taken the two of them on a Disney vacation. After that, they made a pact to visit every amusement park in America. They had managed fifteen by the time they entered college. He hadn’t given it a thought since then.

And the Guinness World Records thing—that had always been her dream. They had poured over the book after coming across it in the library one year. It hadn’t taken long for him to realize they would never be record-breakers, but Rae would never let go of the idea.

“I heard about it on the radio just now. It’s all happening at Six Flags, and as you know, the one in Georgia is not that far away. We could so do this. Don’t you think?”

Rae leaned to the left so he could look at the website she had pulled up on his monitor. Chase couldn’t get past the title at the top of the screen. He sat frozen in place until she elbowed him in the gut.

“Can you see the screen? What do you think?”

Calling All Couples!
Sign up now. Help us set a record!
On December 10 at 5:00 pm,
we need your help setting a
Guinness World Record
for the most couples
kissing under the mistletoe!

“So, you think we could do this?” His voice came out in a higher pitched tone. Chase swallowed hard and tried again. “I mean, do you think we can both get off work at the same time?”

They began working at Windsor Designs right after college ended, just under seven months ago. No one at the advertising agency was actually scheduled to work on Saturdays, but if you planned on going anywhere in this business, you had better be there. And the last couple of months had been brutal. None of it mattered. As always, he’d do whatever it took to be able to do this with her.

Rae bounced against his knees. “According to Sandy, all this work we’ve been doing will drop off dramatically come the first of December. We should be free by then. It’ll be my treat. The park opens at 3:30. We can leave early on Saturday and get there in plenty of time. I’ll find us a place to crash that night, and we’ll be back in time for Sunday night church services. What do you think?”

Chase rubbed his chin and stared at the screen as if he had to take a moment to think it over, but in reality he was already picturing that kiss. Had she really thought this through? His gaze shifted from the computer screen to her face.

Her brows rose in question. “Well?”

He allowed the corners of his lips to turn upward. “Let’s do it.”

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Mistletoe Kiss is available from Amazon.
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About the Author

author photoEach of Andrea Boyd’s series represents a different genre but all fall into the category of romance. All offer an element of her own brand of humor. And all are a tribute to God.

Besides writing, she loves spending time with her family, quilting, going to car shows, and driving around in her 1968 Barracuda convertible.

Andrea lives with her husband, Tommy, and at least a couple of cats in York County, SC.

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