Another Sunday as we count down the days until our American Thanksgiving this coming Thursday and on to Christmas after that. Hard to believe that next Sunday begins the Advent season and on December 3, my next Rebel Ink Press release will be out.
Sing We Now of Christmas is a novel not just about Christmas although the holiday is prominent in the story. It's a story about love and hope in the face of despair, about beginnings and endings.
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Here's the blurb and then an excerpt:
When Jessica Martin met Johnny Devereaux that December, holiday magic filled the air but their love was no enchantment….he was, without doubt the love of her life and by summer, they were happy newlyweds with all their life and holidays ahead.
But when he failed to return home from a fishing trip on the Fourth of July, Jessica’s world is rocked to the foundation and when the authorities tell her that her husband is missing, presumed dead, she refuses to believe it.
As the months and seasons pass, no one else holds out hope but Jessica believes.
She knows he’ll be home for Christmas no matter what. Her family calls her crazy, Johnny’s family tries to help her find closure but Jessica’s heart refuses to surrender hope.
When Christmas comes, the truth will come out to shock them all.
“So, Mrs. Devereaux,” Johnny whispered, “Are you happy?”
“Very.”“You were the prettiest bride I’ve ever seen but I couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over.”
“Why?” She’d asked but she knew.
“I wanted you all to myself out here,” Johnny said, his hand caressing her hair with a light touch as gentle as the breeze. “I want you tonight and forever. Look at the stars.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“They’re magic,” he breathed against her skin, “just as enchanted as the snow was that night we met.”
“That night was like a fairy tale come true,” Jessica answered, “it was a night for dreams.”
“So is this one, pretty girl.”
“Johnny?"
“What is it?”
“Love me.”
They were still nude from their earlier lovemaking and as he cinched her closer to him, she could feel the heat of his body against her cooler flesh. She shivered but it wasn’t from cold but anticipation. His large hands moved over her body with the capable skill of a craftsman, with the same detail and care that he used when he carved little animals and flowers from wood. In his day job, as a punch press operator, his hands were precise and skilled. Although this was different, she basked in the knowledge that he paid even more attention to her, used even greater care. She rubbed her hands over his skin, marveling at the softness of it, the feel of it beneath her sensitive finger tips.
His mouth connected to hers and fit, like a key to a lock or a button latched into a buttonhole. Her lips molded to his, became one with his lips until their kiss was not just two people beneath a star flung sky but a fusion of love. Her body hearkened to his kiss, softening and stretching closer so that their bodies came together, skin to skin. They lay so close that she could hear the steady beat of his heart, feel the exhalation of his breath. Johnny’s lips transferred heat into her body and within moments, she no longer felt the cool night breezes but burned with fever, a love fever that had no cure.
She parted her lips as he took his mouth away and kissed down her chin, over her throat and onto her breasts. Jessica clutched his shoulders as he reached her feminine center and when he entered her, she embraced him with everything she had, physical and emotional. They connected and locked, their love showering them both with an explosion of passionate pleasure that consumed them with rejoicing. After, they curled up beneath a blanket there on the cushions, tucked away into the almost hidden inlet and slept until dawn touched the lake waters with the purest golden sunlight she’d ever seen.
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