As I posted on the home page:
The presents are wrapped. (Most of them.) The stockings are hung. (If you do stockings.) The tree is shedding or the cat is climbing the artificial one. (Down, Fluffy!!!)
Ho. Ho. Ho. (We won’t talk about breakouts or weight gain here.)
If you have to hear one more Christmas carol, you’ll hit someone. (Only certain ones, though. The carols, not the people.)
Have I got a deal for you.
A novella that doesn’t take place at Christmas, but in the dead of summer. In Scotland. At a place called Drumvagen. It features a Scottish woman who lived for ten years in Ireland and an American who finds himself instantly attracted to her.
When they meet, he’s naked. (Yes, totally and completely, in the bright light of day. She’s a little stunned. Wouldn’t you be?)
Take a few moments out of your busy days, slip on something comfy, and join me in Scotland, won’t you?
I promise you a luscious love story and no hint of Christmas anywhere.