What I'm Reading: Lit Connect Blog Tour + Excerpt + Giveaway: Christmas in July by Debbie Mason

Friday, June 20, 2014

Lit Connect Blog Tour + Excerpt + Giveaway: Christmas in July by Debbie Mason

Christmas in July

by Debbie Mason

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Elements/Tags: romance, Christmas

Series: Christmas, Colorado, #2

Publisher: Grand Central/Forever

Publishing Date: June 24, 2014

Format: Print and Ebook

Length: 416 Pages

Back Cover:

Grace Flaherty had given up hope of ever seeing her husband again. After all, it'd been over a year since he went missing in combat. So when he strides through the door of her bakery in downtown Christmas one sunny afternoon, she can hardly believe her eyes. But her happily-ever-after is going to take some effort - because Jack has no memory of his family.

All Jack Flaherty remembers about Christmas is that he couldn't wait to leave town. Now he's a local hero with a wife and son he doesn't know. Even as he struggles to rekindle the romance with his wife, he knows in his heart what he wants: a second chance at love.

"4 Stars! A quintessential romance with everything readers love: familiar and likable characters, clever dialogue and a juicy plot."

~ RT Book Reviews

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18656217-christmas-in-july?ac=1

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Meet Author Debbie Mason:

Praised as a "writer to watch" by RT Book Reviews, Debbie Mason also writes Scottish-set historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series debuted in April 2010 and is said to "combine the passion of Hannah Howell's Highand romances with the seductive fantasy of Karen Marie Moning's bestsellers."

Check out the rest of the Christmas, Colorado series at http://authordebbiemason.com/books.html

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Excerpt #6

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the woman who’d fallen apart in his arms. He hadn’t been prepared for the hard punch of attraction he’d felt from just holding her, from breathing in her soft, feminine scent. She smelled like wildﬂowers and cinnamon, and for a split second, he caught a wisp of memory. They were laughing in a meadow as he twirled her in his arms. Princess. He’d called her princess.

He didn’t know if the memory was real or not, but the name suited her. There was something regal about the way she held herself in the prim and proper yellow dress she wore, a strand of pearls at her neck.

Jill was right. With her honey-blonde hair pulled back from her perfect oval face, his wife looked exactly like the snotty rich girls he’d once avoided. Until he looked into her liquid gold eyes and saw the warmth there, the warmth and the love.

But there was no love in the electric-blue eyes of the little boy who sank his teeth into Jack’s leg. Jack winced and reached for him. The kid let loose an ear-splitting shriek. Jack reared back, holding up his hands. “I didn’t touch him.”

“I know you didn’t,” his wife assured him and went down on her knees beside the little boy, trying to pry his jaw open. “Jackson Flaherty, you stop that right . . . Ouch.”

At his mother’s pained cry, the toddler loosened his grip on Jack’s leg. Reaching for her reddened ﬁnger, he kissed it and gave her a dimpled smile. “Owie better.” He scowled at Jack.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, coming to her feet with the little boy in her arms. “He’s never done that before. Jack Junior, you apologize to your daddy this instant.”

T he little boy buried his face in his mother’s neck and shook his head.

“It’s okay,” Jack said, and tentatively reached out to touch him. “He was just protecting you.” His voice was gruff as he stroked the toddler’s dark, curly hair. Son. He had a son.

“No, it’s not okay, but we’ll talk about it later.” Her lips curved in a soft smile. “He’s a lot like you, you know.”

“I think his teeth are sharper.”

She laughed. “No, I mean he looks just like you.” Her laugh was rich and warm, and it caused his chest to tighten the same way looking at his son did. He managed a smile. “I haven’t gotten a good look at him yet.”

“Hey, baby.” She nudged his son’s chin up. “Say hi to your daddy.”

“He no Da.” The little boy pointed to someone in the crowd. “He Da.”

His mother blanched. “I-I . . .” She cleared her throat. “It’s just—”

“Hey, Jack. It’s good to have you home,” Sawyer Anderson interrupted her, coming to stand by her side. The little boy ﬂung himself into Sawyer’s arms. “Me want beer.”

“Maybe later, buddy,” Sawyer said, extending a hand to Jack.

And if Jack wasn’t mistaken, there was a challenge in his best friend’s eyes when he did. Jack’s narrowed gaze took in the three of them. For some reason, the sight of them together irritated the hell out of him. He shook Sawyer’s hand, hard. Sawyer ﬁrmed his grip. So did Jack.

“It’s good to have you back, buddy.” Gage McBride intervened, pulling him into a bear hug. “Let it go. It’s not what you think,” he said for Jack’s ears alone.

“You sure about that? Because it doesn’t look that way to me,” Jack muttered, even as he realized he had no right to judge. He’d been fooling around with another woman. But he hadn’t known he was married, he reminded himself. She did. And so did Sawyer.

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