SNOWFALL, a Christmas novella appearing in the Holiday Anthology HEATING UP THE HOLIDAYS with New York Times Bestselling Author Lisa Renee Jones and author Serena Bell OCTOBER 28, 2013:
When Jenny Wright becomes involved in an online romance with someone she knows only as “C,” she can’t get enough of their erotic conversation. In truth, Jenny is hiding from the confronting the innumerable changes to her life as she slowly loses her vision. It’s easier having a relationship with someone behind a computer screen, someone with whom she doesn’t have to share every intimate detail of her life.
Jenny shares the most with her occupational therapist, Evan Carlisle-Ford; she shares her worst emotions, the work she loves, and her true self. Evan finds a way to partner with Jenny to face the challenges ahead, even as he has to confront his growing attraction to his fiercely intelligent client by ending their professional relationship.
Evan is real in every way–forthright, trustworthy, and his kisses can melt snow faster than it can fall. Jenny finds herself again, for herself, and is ready to see the world in new ways and let “C” go. When Jenny receives a very unexpected surprise for Christmas, she must decide whether to let down her defenses and trust–in herself, in the ever-changing world, in the possibility of true love.
An excerpt from SNOWFALL in the anthology HEATING UP THE HOLIDAYS
This is the time of year we want most to tell the people we love that we’re okay.
I think that’s why we get on ladders and hang lights from the tallest eaves of our houses, from the very tops of trees.
It’s to get some light in front of the darkness, to tell the whole world that we’ve made it, and that these lights, way up here? That’s what we think of the New Year, what’s coming—it’s all going to be light and joy and flame in the blackness and none of us have any reason to be afraid.
All those carols we loved as kids?
Now, they make us cry, because to sing them, to hear them, to pass a flame candle to candle while the lyrics come easy, is to acknowledge everything that has come since childhood.
The darkness and the light.
My favorite holiday is Christmas, mostly because it is the one time of year I come up for air and my mom is always there, waiting for me with a big Frasier fir wrapped in tinsel and lights.
There are always piles of presents and the rule is you can’t get anyone anything they actually need, presents are for the most frivolous wants possible—a subscription to a champagne-of-the-month club, a turquoise pendant carved to look like a frog, a prism to hang from the kitchen window so washing dishes can happen inside a rainbow.
We love Christmas, my mom and I.
We spend it with each other and anyone else we love and can lure with impractical presents, tinsel, and lights into our tiny home. Sometimes there were boyfriends, blushing and overwhelmed. Always, our friends. As often as she could coax them, her parents.
We even have our own little legend that anyone you’re angry with, at cross-purposes with, has misunderstood or misunderstands you, if you make up with them at Christmas, you’ll have love the whole next year.
Mary Ann Rivers’ first book, debuted July 8, 2013, THE STORY GUY.
I will meet you on Wednesdays at noon in Celebration Park. Kissing only. I won’t touch you below the shoulders. You can touch me anywhere. No dating, no hook-ups. I will meet with you for as long as you meet me, so if you miss a Wednesday we part as strangers.
Brian, utterly overwhelmed bike-riding contracts attorney, earmarks a single hour, once a week, to forget heartbreaking complications and let passion take over with a stranger.
When Carrie wants more than Wednesdays, and Brian keeps riding away, Carrie wonders what’s preventing Brian from giving in and letting go. In a rustbelt city with a million stories, Brian is . . . THE STORY GUY.