by: Ginny Baird
Series: Christmas Town
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2018
Publisher: Winter Wedding Press
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Come home this Christmas to...
CHRISTMAS TOWN, TENNESSEE
Where everyday dreams come true!
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ginny Baird continues her heartwarming holiday series...
Handsome entrepreneur Walt Christmas runs the Christmas Inn and is a firm but loving dad to his college-age twins, Noelle and Joy. Yet, with his girls growing older, Walt is starting to flounder in filling his lonely hours. Though it’s been years since he lost his wife, Walt has remained a confirmed bachelor, deflecting attempts by his matchmaking mom and others in town to find him the ideal mate. Walt never imagines that the perfect woman for him will land on his doorstep—just in time for the holidays! Gloria Chavez is more than a little bossy, but her stunning smile and warm, generous ways quickly capture Walt’s heart. But how can Walt be sure Gloria’s ready for the big dose of Christmas he’s able to deliver?
The wind chimes sounded again—more fiercely this time—and Walt leapt to his feet, hustling into the hall and toward the front door. Walt kept three sets of wind chimes of various sizes on the covered front porch of the Christmas Inn, and each was tuned to a different key. The stoutly made Gregorian chimes could generally tolerate winter weather. Even in Christmas Town, where winter weather persisted from early November through late March. Normally, the wind chimes’ gentle timbre played a soothing symphony on Walt’s front porch, their various tones blending harmoniously like ancient Gregorian chants. Yet, at the moment, those faithful chimes were howling sharply, their ferocious gongs, pings and tinkles clanking back into the house like percussion instruments gone haywire.
Walt quickened his pace, beholding a strange sight through the sidelight window to the left of the front door. Gusty winds blew snow sideways as huge white flakes sailed up onto the stoop and slammed against the glass. Wait! Huh? Walt fixed his gaze out the window, sharpening his focus. There was something fluttering through the air above Walt’s front lawn! Lots of somethings!
For the life of him, the floating and soaring rectangles looked like—envelopes?
Walt jerked open the front door, his heart pounding. He could scarcely believe his eyes. It seemed his daily mail delivery had somehow broken free from his mailbox, like a stampede of galloping horses wild-hoofing it out of a burning barn. Letters danced up toward the sky, then spun toward the ground, before fluttering their way towards the clouds again. Something that appeared to be a real estate flyer hovered above the walkway, and a postcard stood on its end twirling around and around and around, just out of reach of a woman’s white gloves.
She had long brown hair and wore an unusual-looking boxy white hat that matched her knee-length white coat and boots, as she bounded after the evasive object. “Oh! Whoa! No! Come back here!” She reached up high and snagged the dancing postcard, pinning it to her chest with a clutch of mail she already held there. Then, she cagily sprang to the right and caught an errant letter. The pretty brunette spied the vibrating real estate flyer over the walk and she grabbed that next. She finally looked up in a panic and stared straight at Walt.
He viewed her dumbstruck, as heavy white snowflakes coated her shoulders and hat, and dusted her ebony locks. Her hair fell in long, loose coils past her shoulders as her cheeks burned bright pink. And, her big dark eyes were the loveliest shade of chocolate brown Walt had ever seen.
“Walt Christmas?” she asked, her brow furrowing sweetly.
When he nodded, she grimaced and raised her shoulders, still gripping his mail. “Hi,” she said, appearing the slightest bit abashed. Though Walt was the one who should be embarrassed by the wacky correspondence display. While Gloria couldn’t know this, he was quite sure he’d caused it. Which could only mean one thing.
Walt’s heart stuttered and the mysteriously floating mail abruptly tumbled to the ground.
The woman blinked, glancing around in awe, then she settled her eyes back on Walt.
She spoke trance-like, carefully surveying Walt’s eyes. “I’m—”
“Gloria Chavez,” Walt said, utterly dazed. “I know.”
Walt quickened his pace, beholding a strange sight through the sidelight window to the left of the front door. Gusty winds blew snow sideways as huge white flakes sailed up onto the stoop and slammed against the glass. Wait! Huh? Walt fixed his gaze out the window, sharpening his focus. There was something fluttering through the air above Walt’s front lawn! Lots of somethings!
For the life of him, the floating and soaring rectangles looked like—envelopes?
Walt jerked open the front door, his heart pounding. He could scarcely believe his eyes. It seemed his daily mail delivery had somehow broken free from his mailbox, like a stampede of galloping horses wild-hoofing it out of a burning barn. Letters danced up toward the sky, then spun toward the ground, before fluttering their way towards the clouds again. Something that appeared to be a real estate flyer hovered above the walkway, and a postcard stood on its end twirling around and around and around, just out of reach of a woman’s white gloves.
She had long brown hair and wore an unusual-looking boxy white hat that matched her knee-length white coat and boots, as she bounded after the evasive object. “Oh! Whoa! No! Come back here!” She reached up high and snagged the dancing postcard, pinning it to her chest with a clutch of mail she already held there. Then, she cagily sprang to the right and caught an errant letter. The pretty brunette spied the vibrating real estate flyer over the walk and she grabbed that next. She finally looked up in a panic and stared straight at Walt.
He viewed her dumbstruck, as heavy white snowflakes coated her shoulders and hat, and dusted her ebony locks. Her hair fell in long, loose coils past her shoulders as her cheeks burned bright pink. And, her big dark eyes were the loveliest shade of chocolate brown Walt had ever seen.
“Walt Christmas?” she asked, her brow furrowing sweetly.
When he nodded, she grimaced and raised her shoulders, still gripping his mail. “Hi,” she said, appearing the slightest bit abashed. Though Walt was the one who should be embarrassed by the wacky correspondence display. While Gloria couldn’t know this, he was quite sure he’d caused it. Which could only mean one thing.
Walt’s heart stuttered and the mysteriously floating mail abruptly tumbled to the ground.
The woman blinked, glancing around in awe, then she settled her eyes back on Walt.
She spoke trance-like, carefully surveying Walt’s eyes. “I’m—”
“Gloria Chavez,” Walt said, utterly dazed. “I know.”
Purchase A Glorious Christmas from:
The Christmas Town Series:
The Christmas Cookie Shop ~ Review
A Mommy for Christmas ~ Review
Only You at Christmas ~ Review
A Corner Church Christmas releases July 12, 2018
Look for my reviews of The Doctor Orders Christmas and A Glorious Christmas on the blog in July, during Christmas in July.
She is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women's Fiction categories. When she's not writing, Ginny enjoys cooking, biking and spending time with her family in Virginia. Ginny loves hearing from her readers! She invites you to visit her website and connect with her on social media. http://www.ginnybairdromance.com/
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Thanks so much for this glorious spotlight on my new book! What a beautiful page, and such a wonderful endorsement for Walt and Gloria's story and the Christmas Town series. Heartfelt thanks to Kim at Read Your Writes Book Reviews! <3
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