Last holiday season, I was thinking about how special it would be to write a series of sweet romances that focused on specific gifts of Christmas.
I'm so happy to share those books with you this holiday season.
There are three books in the series.
Although each book can be read as a stand-alone, a fun little detail is that each story ties to one of my other series, too!
Today is the release day for Gift of Grace, book one in the series.
Sometimes the best gifts
Are those freely given from the heart . . .
Ready to begin a new life far away from the sad memories of
the Civil War, J.B. and Nora Nash head west on the Oregon Trail. They settle
into the small community of Pendleton, Oregon, on a piece of land where they’re
excited to build a future and their dreams together.
A devastating tragedy leaves them both reeling as they draw
further and further apart. Nora blames J.B. for her unhappiness while he
struggles through his own challenges. Only a miracle can bring them through
their trials and reunite them for Christmas.
Together, will they discover the gift of grace in this sweet
holiday romance brimming with hope, history, and abiding love?
Gift of Grace is the first book in the Gifts of
Christmas series, a collection of heartwarming, wholesome romances, featuring
precious gifts given straight from the heart.
Much to her dismay and surprise, J.B. stepped onto the bed
with his damp boots and picked her up, holding her tight against his chest.
Without missing a step, he walked off the other side and toward the bedroom door.
Nora clenched her hands into fists and pounded on his shoulders
as he carried her into the kitchen.
The big galvanized tub they used for taking baths sat near
the stove and she could see steam rising from the water. She had no idea what
J.B. intended to do, but whatever it was she would fight him until her last
breath.
“Put me down, you brute!” she demanded, shoving against his
solid chest.
“Whatever you say, Nora,” J.B. said, dropping her into the
tub.
Water splashed over the sides onto the floor and stung
Nora’s eyes. She spluttered, pushing hair out of her face then rubbed her eyes.
Before she could stand and step out of the tub, J.B. reached
down and ripped off her nightgown, sending buttons flying into the air. Appalled,
she watched in horror as he wadded the ruined cloth into a ball and tossed it into
a basket with dirty clothing sitting on the floor near the stove.
He glowered at her, pinning her in place with an unrelenting
gaze. “You stink and your hair looks like you rubbed bear grease over your
head. Take a bath and wash your hair. Maybe by the time you finish, you’ll feel
better. At the very least, you’ll smell better than something left to rot on
the side of the road.”
Shocked speechless by his actions, she remained as still as
stone as he went into the bedroom and returned with the tray of tea and toast
he’d prepared.
“When you get out of there, you eat that toast and drink the
tea,” he ordered. “If you don’t, I swear I’ll force-feed you.”
Defiantly, Nora lifted her chin. “I’ll eat when I feel like
it.”
J.B. picked up a bar of perfumed soap and a wash cloth then
bent down until his nose nearly touched hers. “Either you start scrubbing or
I’ll do it for you.”
Nora grabbed the soap and cloth from him. If looks could
have killed, James Benjamin Nash would have inhaled his very last breath in
that moment.
USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to
write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm,
humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable
characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she
hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
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