Byrd's Desire

Byrd's Desire
Available beginning February 28

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Wish I May, Wish I Might....Christmas Wishes Blog Hop is here!















 



Christmas.  It's a time for magic and wishes.  Little children press their nose to the window to watch the northern sky for a glimpse of Santa and his magic reindeer.  Adults sing along with the lyrics of their favorite Christmas carols and dream big, larger than most do the rest of the year.  Miracles sometimes happen at Christmas and a festive hope becomes infectious.  Strangers greet one another with smiles and cheery holiday greetings.

I'm proud to be part of the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop!




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I'm giving away an eBook copy of my 2011 Christmas release, a story of hope and love and one woman's stubborn faith...here's a little taste plus the blurb, cover and buy links.  Leave a comment with your email addy for your chance to win!


 

When Jessica Martin met Johnny Devereaux that December, holiday magic filled the air but their love was no enchantment….he was, without doubt the love of her life and by summer, they were happy newlyweds with all their life and holidays ahead.

But when he failed to return home from a fishing trip on the Fourth of July, Jessica’s world is rocked to the foundation and when the authorities tell her that her husband is missing, presumed dead, she refuses to believe it.

As the months and seasons pass, no one else holds out hope but Jessica believes.

She knows he’ll be home for Christmas no matter what.  Her family calls her crazy, Johnny’s family tries to help her find closure but Jessica’s heart refuses to surrender hope.

When Christmas comes, the truth will come out to shock them all.

Excerpt:
           “Whoa, there honey, take it easy.”

             Jessica whirled, embarrassed, to mumble an apology.  All her words faded away when she gazed into his eyes, dark brown and richer than sweet chocolate.   He looked back with interest and she felt a strong sense of attraction.  He wasn’t the kind of guy she would give a second glance under any other circumstance but tonight she couldn’t look anywhere else.   Everything about him was opposite of what she liked in a man – she liked tailored, Brooks Brothers business charm and he radiated country cowboy.

             He fit into his faded Wranglers as if they’d been made just for his long legs and his pearl snap button blue patterned Western shirt suited him.   He towered above her, taller by several inches even without the worn cowboy boots he wore.  She inhaled his scent, a potent mixture of musky cologne, tobacco smoke, and beneath it all, Irish Spring soap.  His hands, still holding her arms, were warm against her bare skin and she was glad, now, that she’d worn the black silk halter top despite the cold instead of the red sweater she’d worn to school. Jessica made her voice work with effort, “Thank you.”

             “No problem,” he said and she drank in his voice, strong and comforting with just enough Oklahoma twang to make it interesting. “Would you care to dance?”

“I’d love it,” Jessica said as he released his grip on her arms to grab her hand instead. “My name’s Jessica Martin.”

             “I’m Johnny,” he said and she committed the name to memory, “Johnny Devereaux.”

            He led her onto the tiny dance floor just as Mark began to sing the softer, sweeter vintage country song, Lookin’ For Love.  The old Johnny Lee song she remembered from that movie, Urban Cowboy, now felt like a theme song.  She recalled watching it one late night in college, hating the boot scooting dance moves and the mechanical bull riding but loving the scene where Debra Winger danced to this same music with John Travolta.  Such a coincidence she mused, Johnny Lee, John Travolta, and Johnny Devereaux. 

              Johnny put his arms around her and she cuddled close against him for the slow dance.  They swayed together, their easy motions in time with the music, and she felt safe.   Jessica’s head fell short of his shoulder and so as they danced, she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.  Above them, the stationary silver ball that must have once spun reflected the colorful Christmas lights strung above the bar and Jessica felt the strangest sense of coming home in his arms.  She wanted to stay there forever, wrapped in that magic cocoon of his embrace, and hold this moment close to her heart.

              Jessica savored that memory, just as sweet now as it had been on that incredible night.  Sometimes she couldn’t believe it had just been not quite seven months ago, that until that December evening her world didn’t include Johnny Devereaux.  Until then, she never believed in love at first sight but after that dance, they were together and in love.   They never doubted the reality of it and by the time they married, down at the lake over Memorial Day weekend, neither did any of their family or friends.  They were meant to be together, Jessica and Johnny like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo,  Fred and Wilma Flintstone, Beauty and her Beast, even Johnny and June Cash.

 
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16 comments:

  1. thank you so much for the awesome blog hop!

    parisfan_ca@yahoo.com

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  2. Hope you and your all have a great holidays! Thanks for the awesome blog hop

    Raonaid at gmail dot com

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  3. Thank you for the hop! Merry Christmas! angadair(at)nwcable(dot)net

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  4. I linked to you from someone else's site and I bought one of your books. I enjoy your voice and the excerpt was really nice and sweet.
    planterofhope at aol dot com

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  5. Thanks for the excerpt!
    stephstime (at) cox (dot) net

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  6. Hi Lee Ann,
    Your writing style flows very naturally. I liked the way you injected the flashback, and I like how you wrote Johnny's skin smells like Irish Spring. For whatever reason, Irish Spring is a scent that every woman wants her man to smell like :) The cliche works every time. Oh, I hope you are inspired to write more love stories like Jessica and Johnny's.

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  7. Thank you for the excert of your book and for being a part of the hop.

    cmucha319(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  8. I'm just hopping to all the blogs to say hi. Happy Holidays!!

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  9. I'm hopping along finding new authors to read and your book is right up my alley. Thank you.
    Patti
    e-mail:
    yagerdelagrange@gmail.com

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  10. This is a wonderful bloghop, thanks for participating and happy holiday season to you too!
    tessa dot bamberg at kolumbus dot fi

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  11. Thanks for the giveaway! Your book sounds amazing!
    mamamoss08 at hotmail dot com

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  12. Thanks for the blurb! Another book for my TBR list!

    grapeapril75(AT)gmail.com

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  13. The book sounds so interesting that it is now on my wishlist.

    susanmplatt AT hotmail DOT com

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  14. The book seems like it'll be a great read, thanks for sharing...

    Happy Holidays
    BeckeyWhiteATgmailDOTcom

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  15. Thanks for sharing... this sounds like a good book... Happy Holidays

    j.m.platt@gmail.com

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  16. Just hopping by!
    robertachorn (at) yahoo.com

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