CHRISTMAS AT THE REKINDLE INN release day!

Christmas at the Rekindle Inn

 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Christmas is my favorite time of year, but this year is even more special. My debut novel, CHRISTMAS AT THE REKINDLE INN, is officially released today!

~Welcome to the Rekindle Inn~

JT and Mary receive an early Christmas present from their parents—a week’s vacation at a beautiful romantic inn in snowy Vermont. It’s the perfect getaway . . . unless you’re a month away from a finalized divorce.  A battle of wills may be what sends this couple to the lively North-Pole spirited town.  But when they arrive their search for closure is quickly transformed into something magical that can only be found at the Rekindle Inn.

 

 

JT’s eyes scanned the room.

Had his body tensed the second he recognized her?

Mary’s heart plummeted. Why did she care if he was happy to see her?

He closed the distance in a few long strides,

stealing the breath from her lungs with every step.

“Hey.” JT slid onto the barstool beside her.

“Hey.”

He flagged down the bartender. “Can I get a

draft?” His gaze loomed over her empty glass. “Make

that two.”

The bartender waited for her approval. She nodded,

and the big guy snatched her mug and turned to the tap.

“I started to think you weren’t coming.”

JT frowned. “Yeah, sorry. Got held up at work.”

“There’s a surprise.”

“Wow. I’ve missed that sarcasm.”

Her stomach tightened. Why had she said that? She

could care less how much time he put in at the job these

days as long as she didn’t have to stay up nights waiting

for him anymore. Afraid he’d been hurt on the job or

worse. Nope. Her days of worrying over Joseph Tanner

Walker and his workaholic ways were behind her. He

could live in the site trailer for all she cared.

“So what’s up? I’m guessing you received the so called

present from the folks?” He slipped off his jacket

and slung it onto an empty stool before propping huge

flannelled biceps on the bar. Mary caught the familiar

whiff of musk and soap.

She picked up her brochure of said Christmas

present, and fanned herself. The bar was stifling.

What’d they have the thermostat set on—order another

cold beer?

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