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Swoon:  1. To be overwhelmed by ecstatic joy. 2. To faint.

3. A state of ecstasy or rapture.

You know, around Christmas time, I tend to get so busy that one of the main ways I am able to relax and unwind is to watch Hallmark Christmas movies with my hubby or read Inspy romance. Why? Well, because I love stories that make laugh, cry and … swoon!  And let’s face it, when it comes to romantic fiction, the only one who can make a woman swoon is the hero. So, what exactly does it mean to “swoon”? Well, Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines it as follows: 

To become very excited about someone or something; to become enraptured; to suddenly become unconscious. 

Now, I contend that when it comes to romantic heroes, all women swoon. Just not in the same way. For instance, the Novel Crossing blog recently ran a poll among Christian romance readers as to the “Five Swoon-Worthiest Heroes in Christian Romance, and there were no less than 25+ contenders. Now that’s a lot of swooning if I must say so myself, proving that the parameters for “swoon-worthy” are as diverse as the number of heroes in Christian romance.

So, why am I telling you this? Well, yes, I’m pretty darn proud that my bad-boy Collin McGuire from A Passion Most Pure made it to the top five because frankly, he needed the boost. Trust me, if you know anything about Collin regarding his lack of athletic ability and the heckling he takes from his brothers-in-law in the next five books, you would know why! And … I also thought it’d be fun for you to check out the heroes who were nominated in the first place as well as the top five, so here’s the link: FIVE SWOON-WORTHIEST HEROES IN CHRISTIAN ROMANCE.

But … the main reason I mention the poll above is because Goodreads is currently running the “Swoony Awards,” and last year, Christian romance came in very strong among the thousands of secular nominees, so I thought I would ask for your help in putting Inspirational Romance at the top of the lists once again.

  Yes, I would LOVE for you to vote for my two books, Dare to Love Again and Surprised by Love and my Christmas historical collection by the Seekers, Hope for the Holidays Historical Collection and Contemporary Collection, and you can do so EVEN IF you haven’t read them. But the good news is you can vote for up to 100 books/authors that you love and you do NOT have to vote for me to enter the contest!! 

Anyway, all you do is go and vote for your favorite authors, up to 100 choices, and if you would be kind enough to vote for my two books in the process, I would be MOST grateful. Just go to this GOODREADS VOTING LINK, scroll down and go through the list to click on VOTE for each of your faves. To vote for me, just search for “Julie Lessman,” and if Surprised by Love and Dare to Love Again are not on the first page of the top 100 books, just click on the word “next” at the bottom of the page right beneath the 100^th book, which will take you to the next 100 nominees.  

CONTEST!!

And … to THANK YOU for voting for Christian romance (whether or not you vote for me in the process), just indicate you have voted in the Rafflecopter box below, and you are entered to win your choice of a signed copy of any of my books, including my Charity and Mitch Christmas novella, A Whisper of Hope, ebook or a printed manuscript (since it’s not in paperback yet). NOTE: CONTEST ENDS DEC. 31^ST.

Here’s the link, and HAPPY VOTING!! 

VOTE FOR CHRISTIAN FICTION AT GOODREADS VOTING LINK, THEN ENTER THE CONTEST BY TELLING ME YOU VOTED IN THE BOX BELOW! a Rafflecopter giveaway

I wish you and yours a happy, healthy, and holy holiday season and LOTS of swoon-worthy reads and memories!

 

Hugs!!

 

Julie

 

 

 

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 CHRISTMAS IS COMING AND A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW IS FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!!  My Irish Christmas love story, A Light in the Window—winner of three awards—is ABSOLUTELY FREE on Kindle Unlimited, so do check it out. Here’s the video my hubby did for A Light in the Window with my daughter as the model for both the book and video, so take a peek to get you in the Christmas spirit. ALITW Video.

 

NEW RELEASE!!!

MITCH & CHARITY CHRISTMAS NOVELLA RELEASES NOVEMBER 10 FOR ONLY $2.99!  WHOO-HOO … I am very excited to announce that I am part of a Seeker Historical Christmas novella collection called Hope for the Holidays that not only features a story on Mitch and Charity, but novellas by Mary Connealy, Ruth Logan Herne, and Myra Johnson.

In addition to this historical collection, The Seekers are also releasing a contemporary Hope for the Holidays collection as well, so be sure to check both out on Amazon November 10.

Here’s the blurb for Mitch and Charity’s story, which is called A Whisper of Hope:

Christmas is the season of hope, which is exactly what Charity O’Connor Dennehy is counting on. Since the birth of her twins twelve years ago, she’s prayed and hoped for a houseful of babies to love, but it wasn’t meant to be. With a husband dead-set against adoption, there’s barely a whisper of hope to change his mind, but if hope doesn’t disappoint … could it be enough to find a precious bundle under her tree?

 

 

 

 

 

 

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given …

and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor,

The mighty God, The everlasting Father,

The Prince of Peace.”

—Isaiah 9:6

Like most people, Christmas is one of my favorite holidays, which is why I put a Christmas scene in every one of my ten books except for two—A Passion Denied (where I focused on Easter) and Surprised by Love (where I ended the book at Thanksgiving).

So when I was researching the various Christmas scenes to come up with something Christmasy for today’s Journal Jot, I suddenly saw all the faces of Christmas for me personally, and guess what? In each and every case, I found that the heart and soul of Christmas is the spiritual aspect, without which there would be no “Christmas” at all.

Christmas is the season of love, hope, peace, and joy, but think about it. As much as the world likes to depict it their way, these things don’t come through the seasonal trappings of Christmas trees, presents, or Santa and his reindeer. Nope, they come through The Prince of Peace:

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing ... — Romans 15:13

Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. —John 14:27

The joy of the Lord is your strength. — Nehemiah 8:10

And so, in honor of the true spirit of Christmas, here’s a trip down O’Connor memory lane for a glimpse of what Christmas is to them … and to me.

 

A Light in the Window

Christmas brings Light into the world.

Unlatching her front gate, Marcy opened it and stepped inside, halting when she spied the candle still glowing in her parlour window. A gentle smile curved on her lips at how Mima insisted it be kept lit each night until Marcy came home, a battle she’d won with Papa, although Marcy knew he really didn’t mind. It was their heritage and tradition, after all, the symbol of Christ in their lives, and suddenly Mima’s words once again drifted in her brain like the ice crystals from the sky.

“Guard your heart well, Marceline, for a man who will respond to the light in the window …”

Both Mima’s words and the glow of that precious candle seemed to seep into Marcy’s very soul … along with an unexpected rush of desire for the man who might possibly belong there too.

Closing her eyes, she stopped to savor his name on her tongue, shocked at the intimacy she felt, as if her heart knew all along what her mind had refused to see. A shyness came over her at the thought that this man could very possibly be …

My soul mate. My future. My life.

The magic of the moment swirled around her, fluttering within her chest like the snowflakes in her hair. A giggle escaped and she slowly whirled around, arms extended and palms up, heart swelling with joy for a God whose blessings fell from heaven as freely as the tiny ice doilies she caught with her tongue. For a single moment, the world was soft, silent, and serene …

And then … a faint crunch of snow broke her reverie and with a harsh catch of her breath, she stilled on the flagstone walk. A familiar shadow rose from her parent’s Adirondack chair, a mere silhouette against the light in the window.

 

A Passion Most Pure

Christmas should be a time of peace, when we focus on Christ, not on the many harried tasks we employ to prepare.

It was Christmas Eve. The O’Connor household was abuzz with holiday activity bordering on bedlam. In the kitchen, Marcy was dangerously close to the breaking point, pulling another tray of cookies from the oven just as Katie knocked a bowl of icing onto the floor.

“Oooops!” Katie giggled as Blarney pounced on the gooey mess, tail wagging furiously at his good fortune. Marcy stood in the center of the kitchen, dumbfounded, a hot tray of cookies still in her hands. She cried out in pain as the heat penetrated the potholders she held, slamming the tray onto the counter. Tears stung her eyes when several cookies flipped in the air and crashed to the floor.

“Mama, are you okay? Did you burn yourself?” Katie’s concern sounded genuine.

Marcy looked at her tiny daughter who was covered from head to toe in flour and icing, then stared at her kitchen, which looked even worse, and wanted to cry. Christmas shouldn’t be like this, she thought, nursing her burnt fingers. 

 

A Passion Redeemed

Christmas is a time to reflect on faith, family, and memories past.

The glow of Christmas Eve was everywhere except in the gloom of Charity’s room. The distant sound of clatter from the kitchen and Katie’s giggles filtered in beneath her closed door, along with the smell of roast turkey and fresh-baked pies. Charity rolled over and curled one leg into a ball, the other still hard in the cast. She stared aimlessly across the room, oblivious to the beauty of dusk as it streamed across Faith’s bed in pale lavender hues.

With great effort, she lifted her head to glance at the clock. When she did, a fresh wash of tears invaded her eyes. There on the nightstand stood a miniature balsam tree, snipped from the top of one of her father’s fir trees. A strand of cranberries draped it with care, along with shimmering strands of tinsel. Tiny lace snowflake doilies, the kind Faith and Hope used to soak in Marcy’s sugar solution to make them stiff, perched on the branches like stars in a verdant sky.

Charity’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a sob. She remembered—Faith remembered! She touched the tip of her finger to one of the snowflakes, and forgotten memories flooded her mind. From the age of two until six, she had awakened to her own personal tree, provided by twin sisters who’d shamelessly doted on her. Whether Hope’s idea or Faith’s, she didn’t know. But they’d found a way to make sure she’d sleep in her own bed and not under the tree, with nary a tear shed in the process. A sad smile curved her lips.

Precious memories.

 A Hope Undaunted

Christmas is a time to revell in family and embrace the hope we all need in good times and bad.

Unto them a child was born, and the effect of the Savior could be seen in the love and peace that abounded beneath their snow-drifted roof. From tender glances between her mother and father, to secret smiles between Faith and Collin or Charity and Mitch, Katie saw actions far more familiar to newlyweds than those married for so many years. Brady hovered and Lizzie cooed, the baby in her arms their primary focus, while through it all, cousins ran wild with cousins, all breathless with excitement. Katie smiled at Sean sparring with Steven over chess as Emma chatted with Mrs. Gerson, their blind neighbor who’d shared every Christmas that Katie could remember. And amid all the teases and giggles and happy shrieks of children, Christmas carols floated from her father’s radio, heralding a season of hope for a country so badly in need.

A Heart Revealed

Christmas is a time for healing.

“There you are!” Charity posed in the parlor door, peeking at the watch on her hand. “I thought you fell into a snowdrift, and we’d have to send out the St. Bernard.”

Emma smiled and tugged off her gloves, shoving them in her pockets before she hung up her coat. “Without the brandy, I trust,” she said with a crooked grin. She glanced around, head cocked as she listened for Mitch and the twins. “It’s awfully quiet—where is everybody?”

Charity’s voice faltered, but not her smile as she linked an arm through Emma’s. “Mitch took Hope and Henry to spend the night at Faith’s because Mitch and I have a special guest.” She ushered Emma into her holiday-ready Victorian parlor where a ceiling-height Christmas tree dazzled with endless strings of lights and countless glass ornaments shimmering in their glow. The nostalgic scent of a pine mingled happily with that of gingerbread men on the tree, while the hint of hickory lent coziness from a wood-burning fire that crackled in a brick hearth.

Emma halted at the edge of the pastel Oriental rug, eyes spanning wide at the sight of Father Mac reclining in one of Charity’s gold wing chairs. “Father Mac!” she said with a welcome smile. Mischief tugged at her tone. “Uh-oh . . . what trouble has Henry gotten into now?” She shot Charity a sloe-eyed smile. “Or maybe it’s his mother?”

Father Mac rose, his smile far dimmer than Emma’s. “I’m happy to report that Henry’s in the clear for the time being, Emma, and so is his mother.” He glanced at Charity with a twinkle in his eye. “Although it’s a close call as to which of the two garners more of my attention.”

Charity jutted her chin. “I’ll have you know, Father McHugh, that I have been incident-free for well over a month now.” She glanced at Emma. “Did you eat?” she asked, arms folded as if she were addressing Henry.

Emma smiled. “Yes, Mother. You packed both a lunch and a dinner, remember?”

“Good. Then how about coffee or tea? I have peach cobbler . . .” She wriggled her brows.

“Uh-oh, my favorite dessert,” Emma teased, eyes narrowing. “What do you want?”

The bob in Charity’s throat didn’t mix well with the smile on her face. She spun on her heel to address Father Mac. “Father, warm cobbler with or without ice cream and coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, black sounds wonderful,” he said with a wink. “And keep in mind it’s a sin to serve cobbler without ice cream.”

“Yes, sir.” She offered a quick salute and turned to her husband. “Mitch, would you mind doing the honors while Emma and I visit with Father?”

“Absolutely.” He squeezed Charity’s arm before he left for the kitchen.

Emma slid her a curious gaze. “So, what’s on your mind,” she said with a quick glance in Father Mac’s direction, “that you need to call out the clergy?”

Charity exchanged looks with the priest before she turned to face her friend dead-on. Inching closer, she laid a gentle hand on Emma’s arm. “Emma, we need to talk . . .”

 

A Love Surrendered

Christmas is a time to celebrate The Prince of Peace.

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

The Prince of Peace.

Annie closed her eyes, the sound of Mr. O’Connor’s voice filling her heart with peace and joy like nothing she’d ever known. She snuggled into Steven’s embrace on the loveseat in the O’Connors’ parlor on this Christmas Eve, and he scooped her close. The spicy scent of cloves from his Bay Rum mingled with the smell of pine and cinnamon and popcorn fresh-popped to loop a tree that touched the ceiling. Boughs heavy with colored lights and ornaments glittered and swayed with strands of tinsel, the breeze from the radiator causing the tree to shimmer and shine as if it breathed the same intoxicating air as she. The parlor lights were dimmed, lending an ethereal air to a cozy room where a fire crackled and children sat spellbound on the floor while Steven’s father read about the birth of a babe.

Whatever Christmas is for you, I wish you all a happy, healthy, and holy holiday season, from my house (and the O’Connor’s) to yours!

Hugs,

Julie

 

FAVOR TO ASK:

I am SO excited to announce that not only is Journal Jots up for blog of the year on The Book Club Network, but so is my group blog, The Seekers, so I have a favor to ask.

1.) Please do NOT vote for Journal Jots as blog of the year.

2.) I would MUCH rather you vote for my group blog, Seekerville, for blog of the year. It’s a readers’ and writers’ daily blog comprised of 13 award-winning authors where prizes are given away daily, along with great blog articles. Here is a list of the authors on the blog: Mary Connealy, Janet Dean, Debby Giusti, Audra Harders, Ruth Logan Herne, Pam Hillman, Cara Lynn James, Myra Johnson, Glynna Kaye, Sandra LeeSmith, Julie Lessman, Tina Radcliffe, Missy Tippens.

3.) So I’m asking that you take a moment to vote for Seekerville on the right side of the blog underneath the header that says: TBCN 2014 Blog of the Year Voting is now Live. Simply click on the box above the “Seekerville” name in the list. Here’s the link and THANK YOU!!

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 Click here:

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 CHRISTMAS IS COMING AND A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW IS FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!!  My Irish Christmas love story, A Light in the Window—winner of three awards—is ABSOLUTELY FREE on Kindle Unlimited, so do check it out. Here’s the video my hubby did for A Light in the Window with my daughter as the model for both the book and video, so take a peek to get you in the Christmas spirit. ALITW Video.

 

NEW RELEASE!!!

MITCH & CHARITY CHRISTMAS NOVELLA RELEASES NOVEMBER 10 FOR ONLY $2.99!  WHOO-HOO … I am very excited to announce that I am part of a Seeker Historical Christmas novella collection called Hope for the Holidays that not only features a story on Mitch and Charity, but novellas by Mary Connealy, Ruth Logan Herne, and Myra Johnson.

In addition to this historical collection, The Seekers are also releasing a contemporary Hope for the Holidays collection as well, so be sure to check both out on Amazon November 10.

Here’s the blurb for Mitch and Charity’s story, which is called A Whisper of Hope:

Christmas is the season of hope, which is exactly what Charity O’Connor Dennehy is counting on. Since the birth of her twins twelve years ago, she’s prayed and hoped for a houseful of babies to love, but it wasn’t meant to be. With a husband dead-set against adoption, there’s barely a whisper of hope to change his mind, but if hope doesn’t disappoint … could it be enough to find a precious bundle under her tree?

Fall on your knees,

Oh hear the angel voices,

Oh night divine,

Oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine, oh night divine.

—Oh Holy Night, Christmas Hymn

Yikes … Less Than Three Weeks till Christmas!

Goodness, it’s like last week (Thanksgiving for 30 people and a baby shower the next day) was the pistol shot that started me on a holiday treadmill too fast for these old bones. Been off and running ever since, and I’m pretty sure each of you are doing the same.

Sooooo … to save us both a little time, not only am I keeping my Journal Jot short and sweet this week, BUT … I’m kicking off a fun holiday contest where TWO people will win a signed copy of any of my books PLUS … a copy of my Christmas novella, A Whisper of Hope, Charity and Mitch’s story that is part of the Hope for the Holidays Historical Collection! So, here are the details:

HOLIDAY VIDEO CONTEST!!!

1.)  All you have to do is watch the video for A Light in the Window, find a typo in it and tell me what that typo is via an email through my website at CONTACT JULIE, and you are automatically entered. One point for each typo found. Here’s the video link:

A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW VIDEO

2.)  If you are a Journal Jot reader, let me know that in the email, and you will receive an extra point.

3.)  If you get anyone else to watch the video, send me their names, and you will get a point for each person who watches it. NOTE: This contest is on the honor system, so please do not provide names unless you are absolutely sure they watched the video, okay?

4.) Contest ends Dec. 31st, and winners will be announced in the January 2nd Journal Jot.

TWO OPPORTUNITIES TO WIN!

—   Person with most points … will win a signed copy of any of my books and an ecopy of Hope for the Holidays Historical Collection. If there is a tie among those with the most points, a name will be drawn from those who tie.

—   Random drawing winner … will be selected among all entries to win a signed copy of any of my books and an ecopy of Hope for the Holidays Historical Collection. One point enters you in the drawing, but additional points increase your chances.

Well, that’s it — TWO chances to win TWO books, so GOOD LUCK!

And now, since we’re having an A Light in the Window contest, I thought it would be fun to show you a favorite excerpt of mine from that book which centers around the Christmas carol Oh Holy Night. This is the scene where Marcy and Sr. Francine are having rehearsals for the fundraiser play, A Light in the Window.

Hugs and Happy Reading!

Julie

A Light in the Window

Marcy’s smile was warm. “Callbacks will be announced at the end of this evening, and those selected will return for a second audition next week. Final cast, choir, and crew will be chosen then and given a rehearsal packet with everything they need to know. Anything else?” She glanced to and fro throughout the auditorium, ignoring Sam and Patrick who grinned at her from where they stood in the back, slanted to the wall with arms folded. “Then, let’s begin.”

Two hours later, Marcy had a headache from off-key singing, slaughtered diction, and Sister’s Francine’s whistle, giving her pause as to her sanity in agreeing to the job as fundraiser chair. Kneading her temple, she glanced up to see a young boy who had auditioned for the cast pushing a small girl in a wheelchair to the front of the stage.

With a scrub of shaggy brown hair, he approached with a solemn smile and a nod of respect. “Sister, Miss Murphy, my name is Nate Phillips, and this here is my sister Holly.” He took another step forward, cap in hand and voice fading to a whisper. “She’s only seven, but Ma asked me to bring her ‘cause, well you see, Holly doesn’t get to do too much on account of she’s crippled, you know, so Ma thought …” His Adam’s apple wobbled several times. “Well, she hoped you’d consider letting Holly audition because of her name and all, seeing it has to do with Christmas and that’s her birthday too.” He leaned in, a glimmer of moisture in his eyes as he twisted his hat with his fingers, voice lowering all the more. “You don’t have to pick her, understand, just let her read and sing ‘cause she’s real good at both, you know, and Ma just thought that alone would be enough to make her happy.”

Marcy blinked, the boy’s face watering into a blur. She swallowed hard to fight a heave, but it was no use, it broke from her lips in a shuddering rasp.

Sister Francine patted her arm and spoke to the boy with a firm lift of her chin. “If your sister took the time to come and audition tonight, young man, then audition she will.” She glanced up at Julie. “Miss O’Rourke, will you please hand this young man both a script and music for his sister, please.”

The young boy, all of twelve, looked as if he might break down and cry himself, jaw aquiver while tears welled in his eyes. “Thank you, Sister,” he whispered, then grabbed Marcy’s hand, shaking it as if he were pumping water for a man dying of thirst. Or maybe a sister …  “Bless you, Miss Murphy, and you too, Sister Francine—Holly ain’t never had nothing like this happen to her before, so bless you!” He whirled around and rushed to give Holly a hug, then took the papers that Julie gave him and handed them to her as well. With a squeeze of her shoulders, he stepped aside.

Marcy took a quick swipe at her eyes and leaned forward, awarding Holly the brightest smile she could muster. She noted the faded calico dress the little girl wore that appeared three sizes too big and a pale face that made her appear like a china doll with liquid-brown eyes. “Holly, are you ready to read from the script?”

The little girl nodded, chestnut hair trailing fragile shoulders as she gave Marcy a sweet smile. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, her voice so soft and wispy, Marcy worried that no one would be able to hear.

“Start at the beginning, then, sweetheart, reading the script just like you’re that little girl in the play who’s excited about Christmas, all right?”

Holly nodded again and paused … right before she belted out the lines as if they were coming from an entirely different little girl.

“Excellent!” Marcy said with a grin when Holly had finished. “Are you ready to sing, and do you know the Christmas carol, Oh, Holy Night?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Perfect!” Marcy glanced up at the piano. “Julie, let’s try C major, all right?”

Whether it was the fact that it was late and everyone was tired or whether it was the sight of a frail little girl in a wheelchair who longed to be a part of the play, the room stilled to a hush. Marcy’s breath suspended as she waited, the pounding of her own pulse in her ears drowning out Julie’s musical intro. And then, in the sweet and soulful song of a little girl, a steamy and noisy auditorium became the gate of heaven itself as a sound so poignant rose in the room, Marcy had no power over the tears that slipped from her eyes.

For several thudding heartbeats after the last note was sung, the silence was almost painful, an ache in Marcy’s chest over the loss of a voice that had ushered them into the very presence of God. And then, in a blast of applause that swelled to the ceiling, the audience shot to their feet along with Marcy and Sister Francine, dewy-eyed over a delicate little girl who may not be able to walk, but whose voice could soar to the sky.

After a whisper in Sister Francine’s ear and Sister’s subsequent nod, Marcy hurried to give Holly a hug, kneeling to clasp the little girl’s hands in her own. “Holly, that was simply the most beautiful thing we have ever heard,” she said with a sheen in her eyes, “and we want you to know right now, young lady, that not only are we giving you a part in this play, but we want you to sing that very song as well. Would you like that?”

Brown eyes as glossy as Marcy’s blinked back when Holly nodded, her rosebud mouth quivering along with her jaw. “Oh, yes, ma’am,” she whispered, flinging herself into Marcy’s arms with a chuckle that broke into a sob.

Marcy squeezed the little sprite of a thing, eyes closed and heart rejoicing that even now, before this play came to pass, it was changing lives as Marcy had hoped and prayed. That it wouldn’t just be a mere fundraiser, but a spirit raiser as well, touching people with the grace of God. Jumping to her feet, she hurried to pull two rehearsal packets from Papa’s portfolio and handed them to Holly’s brother, who now stood by her side. “Nate, please give these to your mother so she knows the exact dates Holly and you will need to be here. There’s a full script inside each packet, so you need to practice both of your parts together. You will play the part of Daniel, and Holly will play the part of Sara—” She paused, her eyes softening as they lighted on his sister once again. “No, wait—Holly will play herself.” She glanced up and gave Nate a wink. “Since it is a Christmas play and all.”

He stared, mouth agape before it curved into a silly grin. “Yes, ma’am, and thank you, ma’am!” he gushed, cranking her hand so hard once again, she was sure she’d be sore come morning.

“Why don’t you take Holly home now so you can tell your mother the good news, and no need to come back until the first rehearsal date, all right?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he shouted, and took Marcy by surprise when he bowled her over with a hug that had her grinning ear to ear. She watched Nate wheel his sister away and sighed, returning to her seat next to Sister Francine.

“I’ll tell you what, young lady,” Sister Francine said with a smile that displayed a rare show of tenderness, “it’s moments like this that weaken my resolve to be an old crab.”

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MITCH & CHARITY CHRISTMAS NOVELLA RELEASES NOVEMBER 10 FOR ONLY $2.99!  WHOO-HOO … I am very excited to announce that I am part of a Seeker Historical Christmas novella collection called Hope for the Holidays that not only features a story on Mitch and Charity, but novellas by Mary Connealy, Ruth Logan Herne, and Myra Johnson.

In addition to this historical collection, The Seekers are also releasing a contemporary Hope for the Holidays collection as well, so be sure to check both out on Amazon November 10.

Here’s the blurb for Mitch and Charity’s story, which is called A Whisper of Hope:

Christmas is the season of hope, which is exactly what Charity O’Connor Dennehy is counting on. Since the birth of her twins twelve years ago, she’s prayed and hoped for a houseful of babies to love, but it wasn’t meant to be. With a husband dead-set against adoption, there’s barely a whisper of hope to change his mind, but if hope doesn’t disappoint … could it be enough to find a precious bundle under her tree?

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CHRISTMAS IS COMING AND A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW IS FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!!  My Irish Christmas love story, A Light in the Window—winner of three awards—is ABSOLUTELY FREE on Kindle Unlimited, so do check it out. Here’s the video my hubby did for A Light in the Window with my daughter as the model for both the book and video, so take a peek to get you in the Christmas spirit. ALITW Video.