Until this year. I am participating in my first-ever anthology! It's a Christmas anthology called All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate. In addition to a pretty cover, there are twenty short stories included, in various genres and heat levels. Mine is called "This Old House" and I'm previewing an excerpt from it here today. We're planning a blog hop, where you can jump from one excerpt to the next, which will happen later in the month. But, the anthology goes on sale through Amazon this week!
Here's a hint of what you'll find in "This Old House."
"Tell me again why we're participating in the Historic Homes Christmas Tour?" Beth's assistant,
Hannah, asked as she fastened pine boughs to the
banister and draped the fireplace mantle. She added
wide velvet ribbon, winding it in between the branches.
Hannah, asked as she fastened pine boughs to the
banister and draped the fireplace mantle. She added
wide velvet ribbon, winding it in between the branches.
"Six months without so much as a nibble of interest
on this place is enough reason. So we're putting on
the lady's party clothes and showing her off during the town's
Christmas tour," Beth replied. "Such a lovely home.
Brings back memories for me."
"You and this home had a connection even before you
bought it and renovated?"
The snippet of history flashed through Beth's mind and
made her smile. "I know the family
who owned this house. Which reminds me, where's the
mistletoe I bought?"
"Quit being cryptic. What's mistletoe got to do with
anything?"
Beth pointed to the small entry foyer. "The very first kiss
of my life happened in that spot, under some mistletoe."
on this place is enough reason. So we're putting on
the lady's party clothes and showing her off during the town's
Christmas tour," Beth replied. "Such a lovely home.
Brings back memories for me."
"You and this home had a connection even before you
bought it and renovated?"
The snippet of history flashed through Beth's mind and
made her smile. "I know the family
who owned this house. Which reminds me, where's the
mistletoe I bought?"
"Quit being cryptic. What's mistletoe got to do with
anything?"
Beth pointed to the small entry foyer. "The very first kiss
of my life happened in that spot, under some mistletoe."
Awesome! I love Holiday anthologies! Or any anthologies in fact.
ReplyDeleteSounds wonderful, Becky! :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds great, Becky.
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