Blurb:
Five Christmas Romances from the heart warming to heart pounding:
A Witch for Christmas by Barb DeLong
Whimsical witch Abigail Goodbody must find her one true love by Christmas Eve or be doomed to a loveless future.
The Christmas Wish by Jill Jaynes
Southern California girl Allie hopes a magical Christmas ornament will bring her the Mr. Right she is hoping for.
A Vote for Love by Kathleen Harrington
In 1886 Montana, feisty Suffragette Paulette Winslow finds love where she least expects it.
Night Train to Hong Kong by Ottilia Scherschel
Sarah Crawford finds getting home for Christmas more dangerous than she bargained for on a Night Train to Hong Kong
Winter’s Warmth by Angela Shelley
Drawn to an abandoned mansion by mysterious Christmas cards, artifact hunter Alma meets a strangely familiar yet distant astronomer and his captor, a powerful, icy specter in a tale inspired by the myth of the Snow Queen.
Exclusive Excerpt from A Vote for Love:
“Men are impossible!”
Paulette sailed out onto the boardwalk – smack-dab into a tall stranger, who grabbed her by the elbows to keep her from falling. Her precious signs drifted to the wet boards, landing in a puddle of snowmelt.
“Watch where you’re going, you big oaf!” Paulette tried to shove him away. “Now look what you’ve done!” Her heart sank as the paint smeared, blurring the carefully drawn posters she’d spent hours creating. Hoping to salvage something from the disaster, she bent to snatch them up.
“Whoa there, little filly!” the man said with a wide grin. He scooped the soggy cardboard pieces up in his large hands and offered them to her. His dark eyes sparkled with merriment. “No need to call me names,” he continued, “though I’ve been called much worse in the past. And never by anyone nearly so fetching.”
Paulette’s breath caught high in her throat. She straightened her spectacles to peer at him, only to realize just how very handsome he appeared standing there in the afternoon sunlight. His masculine features bordered on classical perfection. The straight nose and granite chin could have been chiseled by a sculptor. Except, of course, for the thick moustache above his upper lip. No Greek statue she’d ever seen had sported facial hair.
Quite aware of her own inadequate appearance, Paulette felt the heat of a flush burn her cheeks. Far taller than the average female, she’d never enjoyed the buxom curves so admired by the opposite sex. At twenty-eight, she looked exactly like the spinster librarian she was.
“Humph,” she sniffed, letting him know she couldn’t be placated with a foolish compliment that no one in her right mind would believe. She snatched the signs from his grasp. Drat it. The wet paint stained her new leather gloves, and she smothered the urge to whack him over the head with the waterlogged paperboard.
Instead she brushed aside the broken feather that had fallen in front of her face when her hat had been nearly dislodged. And realized too late that she’d most likely smeared bright orange paint across her forehead.
The stranger belatedly swept off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing thick, black hair. The corners of his eyes crinkled with good-humor. “May I introduce myself?”
“No, you may not,” Paulette snapped. She stepped around him and hurried away.
Don’t forget to visit the other stops on the tour.
Author Bios and Links:
Jill Jaynes began her love affair with romance when she was a teenager growing up in Southern California, spending many a late-night under the covers with a flashlight and good romance novel. This early addiction stuck, and she discovered one day that telling great stories was even more fun than reading them.
When she’s not writing, you can find her a) wine-tasting, hiking or otherwise hanging out with her awesome husband, b) walking her two high-maintenance dogs, c) plotting her next story with her writer-daughter or d) working at her day job in her spare time.



Angela Shelley was born in Vancouver, Canada in 1973 and grew up in rural Southern British Columbia. Her love for children's fantasy stems from reading CS Lewis, Tolkien, George MacDonald, JK Rowling, Terry Brooks, Neil Gaiman, and many, many more wonderful authors. She lives in Los Angeles, California, with her husband and their twins.
Website | ang@angelashelley.net.
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