The kids and their kids are coming for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m already thinking ahead and plan on cleaning my basement and buying food. But after next Thursday, I plan to put up the Christmas tree sometime during the weekend. And I’ve already started shopping for Christmas gifts. What about you?
Turquoise Morning Press, one of my publishers, has provided a digital Christmas gift for our readers this holiday season. We have two boxed sets of our Ladies of Legend Christmas stories.
My favorites are the two “historical” novellas in the Legendary Christmas Past Boxed Set. They were fun to write—Legend, Tennessee, in 1968 and 1969. I’d forgotten how much chaos we had during those years. Sort of like today, ya think? Maybe all history is chaos. We’re living through it and just don’t see it that way.
Recalling all three Ladies of Legend novellas that are my part of the box set, I realize that my characters are alone for Christmas. Their lives are in flux. Some are in turmoil, others melancholy. I’ve never been alone at Christmas. Have you?
But being romances, my heroines, of course, do not remain alone! Why should they when I love the hope of happy endings?
And that’s the beauty of a romance novel and the Christmas season….hope and love.
Six Christmas novellas set in Legend, Tennessee past.
- If Only In My Dreams… Christmas 1944 and 1945 by Janet Eaves
- A Groovy Christmas, 1968 and Not Quite Christmas, 1969 by Jan Scarbrough
- Under The Mistletoe, 1975, and The Holly and the Ivy, 1978 by Magdalena Scott
Christmas 1968—a year where women are burning bras and men are burning draft cards. Can Kathleen Fields and Grant Winchester, from feuding families like the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s, reconcile their differences and find love in Legend, Tennessee?
Christmas 1969—Accountant Frank Smith doesn’t want to go home for Christmas, not since he was dumped by his long-time girlfriend on Christmas Day a year ago. Avoiding Legend, Tennessee, is high on his priority list until he meets his mother’s houseguest—hippie chick Emmy Johnson, a girl with a past . . . . and maybe Frank’s future.
Excerpt from A Groovy Christmas by Jan Scarbrough
Kathleen ate the last bite of her sandwich and wadded up the plastic wrap. Grant took the trash from her and their fingers touched. They gazed at each other, not blinking, not breathing. In those brief seconds, his face hovered closer, and she knew he was going to kiss her. It wasn’t meant to happen, but it did.
Already dizzy from the wine, Kathleen’s senses spun. Grant tasted of peanut butter and Sauvignon Blanc. He smelled like the outdoors and male muskiness. His lips were warm, the finger that caressed her cheek, gentle and soft.
“I want to make love to you,” he said, watching her over the rims of his glasses.
She drew back, her eyes wide with surprise. “Love or sex?” Her voice cracked a little.
He cupped her cheek, his fingers cool on her flushed skin. “Love,” he said firmly. “I don’t have sex with women I don’t care about.”
Kathleen searched his face and saw sincerity in his eyes. She saw desire there too. “I don’t know.”
He removed his hand and sat back. “I forgot. You’re the good, small town girl.”
There was a moment of silence while she thought about it. Other girls did it. This was the sixties, for crying out loud! She had let the whole sexual revolution pass her by. She’d never even burned a bra.
“No commitment, if that’s what’s worrying you,” Grant said, reaching for her and wrapping her in his arms. She laid her cheek against his chest. He was warm. His heart beat strong and sure. “Let’s do it, Kate. Because we can. Because we’re young and healthy and free.”
Note: The town of Legend, Tennessee and its residents live in the imaginations of its authors. The town and all characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.