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Welcome to the Coastal Romance Christmas Blog Hop

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The members of this coastal romance group are authors and readers who love reading romance by the water, whether it be the ocean, a lake, a tropical island or any other body of water where our heroes and heroines fall in love and live happily ever after!

Some of our authors have combined their resources and planned this Christmas blog hop. Once the blog begins you have the opportunity of winning by going to their blog post for the day (Each author will post until Christmas Eve) and comment on their individual posts to go in the draw to win a book at each hop. Then by clicking on the raffle copter link below, you will be entered in the grand prize draw for a $150 Amazon gift card.

Prizes: Drawn on Christmas Eve.

First prize: $150 Amazon gift card

Second prize: 30 ebooks

Third prize…Each comment on 
each author’s blog will go in the draw
 for an e-book from that author. Some of our authors have also indicated there may be a print book for Aussie entrants too!

Here is where you can find all the blogs from the first day!

So what are you waiting for? Come visit, get clicking, commenting and enter EVERY day.  
You will discover some wonderful new authors and some awesome books too!
It’s like an advent calendar so bookmark this page and open a blog every day on the calendar below until Christmas! The more blogs you read, the more entries you have, and the more chances of winning the fabulous prize!

My eBook Prize for this blog post is  A SCOT FOR CHRISTMAS – a novella that is in the Christmas in Kilts: Highland Holiday Boxed Set! Simply answer the question at the end of my post.

A Christmas in Hawkes Bay

A family barbecue in shorts and t-shirts lying by the pool reading, or tucked up with a cup of tea and a book by a roaring fire after a hot roast turkey dinner? 

Can you spot the difference between a summer and winter Christmas? 

I have to admit that I love a summer Christmas. While I have enjoyed a few winter Christmas’s in the snow, I do prefer a hot Christmas to a cold one. Shall I list the reasons why?

  1. I can’t over eat as I haven’t got the big floppy jumpers and thick cardies to wear to cover up
  2. I like being able to take the dogs for a long walk after I’ve eaten to walk it all off without having to wrap up like a mummy
  3. It’s far easier for my parents and the elder visitors to get out and about—no snow to deal with
  4. I can laze by the pool, reading and swimming – my two favourite things to do (and everyone likes to come round to swim to cool down)
  5. The food is not so heavy – fish, chicken, salads and pavlova with strawberries! Yum.
  6. The kids can be easily entertained out and about in the sunshine, heading to the beach, or playground
  7. It’s still light at 9pm on Christmas day so we can enjoy more of it!
  8. The vines are all green and the grapes are forming—it’s so pretty
  9. It’s NZ’s main holiday period so the kids are off school for weeks and most people take their main leave during Christmas

I suppose that I wouldn’t mind having a winter Christmas if all my family and friends were there too! Because that is what Christmas is really about—family and friends.

The joke is on me though because I write Regency historical romances and I’ve written a Christmas novella, A SCOT FOR CHRISTMAS, which is in the Christmas in Kilts: Highland Holiday Box Set.

A SCOT FOR CHRISTMAS by Bronwen Evans
She’s ready to embrace her life and future as a spinster, he’s trying to have one last hurrah before he gives into his family’s wishes and proposes marriage to his neighbor, but fate has other ideas when the lady and the Scot meet at a holiday house party in the wilds of Scotland.

And of course I have to write about a winter Christmas. I’ve set the story by Loch Linnhe which is a sea loch so it does not usually snow or freeze over.

Here’s a wee snippet of A Scot for Christmas:

Dougray smiled and joked, “So, you want me to find you a strapping highlander for Christmas? I suspect if I let it be known you were looking for a husband I would have a queue at my door for a bonnie lass such as you.”

Emma loved it when his polish slipped and he spoke in his native brogue. She could imagine him a Scottish warrior of old.

“No.” She took a deep breath and quietly said, “I want you to be my lover. During my stay I would like you to teach me about passion before I settle into spinsterhood.”

The whisky flask slipped from his fingers to the ground and he cursed. Then cursed again at his curse, before grabbing the flask and drinking deeply.

Only the sound of the birds and the gentle wash of the waves on the shore of the loch could be heard as he sat stunned, looking at her.

He shook his head. “I think I must have misheard.”

“Please don’t make me say it again.”

You can read an excerpt here…

Wherever you’re having Christmas this year I hope it’s a celebration with family and friends. I hope it’s full of love and joy. Thanks for sharing my writing journey over the year and for sharing the love of reading with me and others.

TO WIN a eBook copy of A Scot for Christmas simply leave a comment below telling me why you like either a winter or summer Christmas the best.

A Scot for Christmas

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY HOLIDAY.

Today, I have a fun surprise that I’d like to share with you.

I’ve teamed up with 50+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of Regency & Victorian romances to 2 lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!

Oh, and did I mention you’ll receive a collection of FREE ebooks just for entering

You can win my novel A LOVE TO REMEMBER, plus books from authors like DARCY BURKE and ANNA HARRINGTON

Enter the giveaway by clicking here:

A LOVE TO REMEMBER

A fiercely independent duchess and a brooding, reclusive earl are tested by the demands of desire in this unforgettable romance from the USA Today bestselling author of A Kiss of Lies and A Night of Forever.

For Rose Deverill, one husband was enough. As the wealthy widow of the Duke of Roxborough, she has cultivated an unsavory reputation meant to discourage wife hunters. Thanks to a string of steamy affairs, Rose is perfectly content to be known by polite society as the “Wicked Widow”—until she’s reunited with the man she fell in love with at age fifteen. Their bedroom encounters are scorching, but it breaks Rose’s heart to wonder whether her reckless behavior ruined her for Philip Flagstaff.

The second son of the Earl of Cumberland, Philip never wanted the title. But after Philip’s older brother, Robert, follows him into the Battle of Waterloo, his worst fears come to pass. Now Robert lies in a soldier’s grave, and Philip is determined never to pass on the inheritance to children of his own. Then Rose appears, soothing the pain with her delightful curves and passionate kisses. The notorious Duchess seems to want nothing from him—and yet Philip has never ached to give a woman more.

PLUS – don’t forget the Christmas in Kilts giveaway contest.

Good luck, and enjoy!

 

 

I’m really excited to reveal I’ve written a Christmas novella and it’s Scottish too.
A SCOT FOR CHRISTMAS is one of five novellas in an anthology called CHRISTMAS IN KILTS.

Tis the season to fall in love! These five USA Today bestselling authors bring you great tiding of highlanders and romances this holiday season!

A HIGHLANDER’S HOPE by Terri Brisbin
A village harlot who would never dream she could have a different life meets a Highlander who visits for the holidays and brings with him an offer and hope.

A HIGHLAND CHRISTMAS WAGER by Lecia Cornwall
When a snowstorm forces a charming lass hiding a broken heart to take shelter in a castle with three fine Highland lairds just days before Christmas, there’s a game afoot—who will be the first to win a kiss and maybe her heart.

A SCOT FOR CHRISTMAS by Bronwen Evans
She’s ready to embrace her life and future as a spinster, he’s trying to have one last hurrah before he gives into his family’s wishes and proposes marriage to his neighbor, but fate has other ideas when the lady and the Scot meet at a holiday house party in the wilds of Scotland.

LEFTOVER MISTLETOE by Lavinia Kent
What happens when a highlander finds himself stranded, maybe kidnapped, with an English lady around Christmas… maybe the mistletoe will help answer that question.

SWEET HOME HIGHLAND CHRISTMAS by May McGoldrick
An encounter between an English officer and a desperate aunt trying to keep custody of her young niece leads to a little magic during the holidays.

Here is a snippet from A Scot For Christmas out 31 October 2017 – but it is on Netgalley for review requests

Snippet- A Scot for Christmas 

Dougray’s head pounded as if a smithy was hammering a horseshoe in it. He had stayed up late with Angus and Thornton playing billiards and drinking copious amounts of Angus’s fine Scottish whisky long into the early morning hours. Lady Emma had been too tired to join them for dinner so it had been just the men reminiscing.

He’d been relieved. Emma’s presence unsettled him. He worried about why she had come and he worried at his reaction to seeing her again. He bloody well knew one thing though. She was the reason he’d drunk so much last night.

She stirred something in him that he did not want or need.

So hung over he’d even missed his morning ride, around eleven he’d forced himself out of bed and come to his study to try and get the important correspondence seen to before he had to spend time with his guests.

He was progressing well, and soon his large pile was down to ten missives and a set of accounts for the highland sheep farm, which was part of his estate. He thought he might have time after lunch to take a ride in the fresh air with Thornton, when someone started to play the piano in the ballroom next to his study. While the playing was competent, the sounds vibrated in his already thumping head, making it difficult to concentrate.

Then the singing started.

He sat at his desk with his head in his hands because the playing was now accompanied by what was the worst singing he’d ever heard. It sounded like a stable-yard cat was being strangled. As it was a woman’s voice the only person it could be was Lady Emma Duckworth. Did she comprehend how awful her singing was?

Curiosity and self-preservation made him rise and follow the noise. He was about to tell her to cease the infernal racket, when at the doorway to the ballroom all he could do was stand and stare. Emma looked ethereal with the sunlight flittering over her as she sat lost in the music. Her head was thrown back as she sang with passion. She played a soulful melody and sung the words to the song with such sadness in every ill hit note that he was not surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks.

He listened to the words of the song

 

’Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone!
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them:
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from love’s shining circle,
The gems drop away,
When true hearts lie wither’d,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.

 

As she sang the last line, This bleak world alone, a strong and unwanted longing filled him. He was sick to the stomach of being alone but the idea of opening up his heart filled him with dread. Plus, how could he be true to Francesca if he let another woman into his life.

He would never put himself in that situation again. Nothing hurt worse than the total agony of being in love, and then having the love of your life die—in your arms, powerless to save her.

So caught up in his own sorrow, he almost missed the fact that she’d finished singing and that she was sitting quietly sniffling back her tears at the piano. He didn’t want to disturb her in her private sorrow. He wondered who had hurt her so. Perhaps he had met a kindred spirit, someone who understood the devastation of loss. As he made to turn away she looked up and saw him, quickly wiping the tears from her face.

“Thomas Moore always makes me cry. I hope my singing didn’t disturb you. I’m terrible at it,” she added with a self-depreciating laugh.

He returned her infectious smile. She did not seem to care how really awful she was, and he admired her for it. Francesca had never done anything unless she’d been perfect at it. “I did think a cat was being strangled, but you play very well.”

She stood up and approached him not offended at all by his observation. “Thank you. It’s a shame I can’t sing, as I rarely get to play now. Most ladies are expected to sing as well as they play. After my first performance my mother made sure I was never asked to play again.”

“You may play and sing here whenever you want. Perhaps just close the door,” he added with a laugh.

And soon they were both laughing and in that moment his headache was forgotten. On the spur of the moment he asked, “I feel like some fresh crisp air. Would you care to accompany me on a ride?”

“I’d like that. Best we make the most of a fine day. You never know when the weather might turn.”

“True.” He gave her a mocking smile. “Besides, you seemed very keen to see Loch Linnhe. That is the reason for your visit is it not?”

She laughed again. A light tinkling sound that lifted his spirits further. Emma did not seem to mind being teased. Francesca hated to be the brunt of any joke.

“Perhaps on our ride, if the sights you show me are impressive, I’ll share my reasons for invading your little hunting party,” she teased back.

As her smile faded he said, “I promise I will not pry.” She merely nodded and he added, “Shall we meet in an hour on the front steps, and in the meantime I’ll get the groom to find you a suitable mount. As I recall, you are a competent rider?”

She nodded. “Yes. I love to attend the foxhunts. When in Yorkshire I ride almost every day.”

“Then you must feel free to do so here as well. I shall put a horse and groom at your disposal. It’s not safe to ride alone in an area you do not know.”

“That is most kind. If you’ll excuse me I shall go and change.”

He stood watching as Emma made her way up the stairs. He could not remember the last time he’d wanted a woman’s company. It must be the song. As he made his way to the stables to organize a sturdy steed for Emma he realized he hadn’t looked forward to a ride in a long time.

I hope this snippet gets you in the Christmas spirit, only about 12 weeks to go! Christmas shopping list needs to begin.

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