Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Christmas Countdown Blitz 2019: Day 3





Martha Keyes was born, raised, and educated in Utah--a home she loves dearly but also dearly loves to escape whenever she can by traveling the world. She received a BA in French Studies and a Master of Public Health, both from Brigham Young University.
Word crafting has always fascinated and motivated her, but it wasn't until a few years ago that she considered writing her own stories. When she isn't writing, she is honing her photography skills, looking for travel deals, and spending time with her family. She lives with her husband and twin boys in Vineyard, Utah.




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He jilted her sister. She will never forgive him for it. Can her anger survive a snowing in and a Christmas truce?
Emma Caldwell doesnt hate anyoneexcept for Hugh Warrilow, the man who jilted her older sister and left like a coward to join the army. Men are clearly not to be trusted, and Emma is determined not to give her heart to one. No, a marriage of convenience is the very thing to suit her.
Hugh Warrilow has been secretly in love with Emma Caldwell for years, so when the time comes to live up to both familiesexpectations and marry her sister, he cant find it in himself to do it. Disgraced and misunderstood, he joins to fight Napoleon on the Continent, hoping he will forget Emma and be forgotten by everyone he has disappointed.
An injury brings Hugh homejust in time for Christmas and the snowstorm that leaves him trapped under the same roof as Emma. How will he explain that his unforgivable act was motivated by how desperately he loved her? Her icy reception doesnt leave him the chance, nor does it offer much hope for the seasons expectation of peace on earth and goodwill to men. ".


Snippet:

Melted snow trickled down her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. 
He bit his lip and then searched in his great coat. 
She couldn't resist a smile. Is this how you treat your allies, Lieutenant?” 
He pulled out a handkerchief, wiping at the small streams of thawing snow on her face. His forehead was wrinkled in concentration, but he grinned. No, certainly not. But we are only temporary allies, after all." He met her eyes, and his hand slowed. 
Her skin tingled, and her stomach flipped erratically. Her eyes flitted to his mouth, and she forced them back up.
Was this temporary, what she was feeling? It felt like much more than the civil terms of the truce she had suggested. She swallowed. Surely it was simply the combination of their physical proximity, the mystical landscape, the rush of the snowball fight, and the stark contrast between her recent animosity and current friendliness toward him. It couldn't be anything more. It simply couldn't. 
Yes,she said, turning away. Temporary allies.









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