Blog tour: All She Wants for Christmas by Sara V. Olds
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Welcome to our post as today's stop on the All She Wants for Christmas blog tour. Isn't that a colorful cover? All those gifts and that hot guy do put a person in the holiday mood. We have an excerpt of Sara V. Olds' latest novel, a contemporary holiday romance I bet will become a timeless classic love story. Enjoy the excerpt and enter the giveaway!
Contemporary holiday romance
Paperback/eBook, 350 pages
Published December 3rd 2013
Published December 3rd 2013
George Clauson is Santa's daughter, but she can't stand Christmas. All that ho-ho-hoing, caroling and people's greedy wants? No, thank you. She's left the family business and struck off on her own in the human world finding her niche as a humble second-grade teacher.
Ebenezer Herod is a descendent of King Herod. His family has never stopped trying to destroy Christmas. This year they may actually get their wish, but not if Ben can help it.
George wants nothing to do with restoring balance to the Christmas season, and she certainly isn't interested in the shockingly handsome and devilishly rich Ben. A determined do-gooder, Ben's used to saving the day, but he can't rescue Christmas alone. Can George and Ben find a way to work together despite their opposing heritages to make the Season bright?
Ebenezer Herod is a descendent of King Herod. His family has never stopped trying to destroy Christmas. This year they may actually get their wish, but not if Ben can help it.
George wants nothing to do with restoring balance to the Christmas season, and she certainly isn't interested in the shockingly handsome and devilishly rich Ben. A determined do-gooder, Ben's used to saving the day, but he can't rescue Christmas alone. Can George and Ben find a way to work together despite their opposing heritages to make the Season bright?
Excerpt:
George felt enough awake to stretch deep inside her covers. But not awake enough yet to open her eyes. She loved the way her handful of comforts and quilts weighed down on her as she pushed her toes and legs to their full limit. Luxury.
“Hmmm…” She reached over her head and stretched until her hands reached the simple brass frame at which time, the spell felt broken. George opened her eyes and drew in a long slow breath.
Last night flooded her mind, but not all the dreary details. Not the music, not the food, not the fancy clothes, not even the delight on the children’s faces. Just one moment. One breath-taking, heart stopping…she sat up straight. Surely, she hadn’t dreamed it? She checked across the room to see where her dress lay in a heap across the chair near the door.
She’d been too tired and dazed to do anything more than to slip it off, pull on her jammies and fall into her deep dreamless slumber. No, she hadn’t dreamed it. Well, that was a relief. She’d hate to think that she’d become desperate enough as to need to invent an evening like that. Forget the evening—to invent a guy like that.
She touched her lips. Now that she would never forget. Not today. Not even when she finally had bent with the decades, grown toothless and senile. A smile pushed up from deep inside her. She tried to squelch it, but her lips twisted anyway and with their broadening, a small giggle slipped out.
She took another breath. “Talk about a Merry Christmas!”
She glanced at the ceiling. “Okay, so I didn’t actually ask for that for Christmas, but you outdid yourself this time, Daddy.” For surely a moment that wonderful had to have had a little magic in it.
George felt enough awake to stretch deep inside her covers. But not awake enough yet to open her eyes. She loved the way her handful of comforts and quilts weighed down on her as she pushed her toes and legs to their full limit. Luxury.
“Hmmm…” She reached over her head and stretched until her hands reached the simple brass frame at which time, the spell felt broken. George opened her eyes and drew in a long slow breath.
Last night flooded her mind, but not all the dreary details. Not the music, not the food, not the fancy clothes, not even the delight on the children’s faces. Just one moment. One breath-taking, heart stopping…she sat up straight. Surely, she hadn’t dreamed it? She checked across the room to see where her dress lay in a heap across the chair near the door.
She’d been too tired and dazed to do anything more than to slip it off, pull on her jammies and fall into her deep dreamless slumber. No, she hadn’t dreamed it. Well, that was a relief. She’d hate to think that she’d become desperate enough as to need to invent an evening like that. Forget the evening—to invent a guy like that.
She touched her lips. Now that she would never forget. Not today. Not even when she finally had bent with the decades, grown toothless and senile. A smile pushed up from deep inside her. She tried to squelch it, but her lips twisted anyway and with their broadening, a small giggle slipped out.
She took another breath. “Talk about a Merry Christmas!”
She glanced at the ceiling. “Okay, so I didn’t actually ask for that for Christmas, but you outdid yourself this time, Daddy.” For surely a moment that wonderful had to have had a little magic in it.
About Sara Olds: Sara V. Olds has been telling stories for as long as she can remember. One of her favorite memories is of unfolding a tale for friends while they were all bundled in sleeping bags watching a comet shower in the Uintah Mountains.
Mother of three: Large, Medium and Small, she welcomes her newest role, that of mother-in-law.
Life has taken her from thither to yon and back again—she's moved 22 times during her marriage. She breathes to travel. Longs to fulfill a lifelong dream of owning a horse. Is an addictive reader. Enjoys swimming, skiing, violin and movies. Wonders if she'll ever get to SCUBA dive again. And has found a calling that fulfills her in ways she never could have imagined—teaching history to—wait for it—8th Graders.
Her stories consume her. There's nothing she'd rather do than spend all day, all night and the next day conversing with her latest set of characters. History, adventure, action, romance, humor. Adults, YA and kids. Yep, she does it all. Looking for something to enjoy on a quiet rainy afternoon? Or wanting a pulse-pounding, stay up all night turning pages adventure? Or a you've-GOT-to-be-kidding romp? You'll find them in her pages.
Sara’s social media links: Twitter | Website | Facebook
Mother of three: Large, Medium and Small, she welcomes her newest role, that of mother-in-law.
Life has taken her from thither to yon and back again—she's moved 22 times during her marriage. She breathes to travel. Longs to fulfill a lifelong dream of owning a horse. Is an addictive reader. Enjoys swimming, skiing, violin and movies. Wonders if she'll ever get to SCUBA dive again. And has found a calling that fulfills her in ways she never could have imagined—teaching history to—wait for it—8th Graders.
Her stories consume her. There's nothing she'd rather do than spend all day, all night and the next day conversing with her latest set of characters. History, adventure, action, romance, humor. Adults, YA and kids. Yep, she does it all. Looking for something to enjoy on a quiet rainy afternoon? Or wanting a pulse-pounding, stay up all night turning pages adventure? Or a you've-GOT-to-be-kidding romp? You'll find them in her pages.
Sara’s social media links: Twitter | Website | Facebook
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