I’m thinking I probably continued to believe in Santa until I was about eight or nine. Then when I finally figured it out I was too afraid to tell mom and dad – hey, if they knew I knew, then they might not get me anymore Santa gifts. Plus, my little sisters still believed and so I didn’t want to ruin things for them.
My mom does an awesome Santa Claus. She doesn’t wrap gifts, she sets everything up under the tree. For instance one year we got an entire set of Heart Family dolls and matching playsets. She laid out all of their clothes and put the little kiddie ones on the swing set with the daddy one standing behind them. And the mommy one was propped up next to the bassinette with the baby. What a thrill to get up and see all of it magically there on Christmas morning!
So then, I figured it all out. My brain began spinning and I realized that there was no longer any fear that Santa wouldn’t come if I didn’t go to sleep – all I had to do was wait for mom to finish then I could sneak into the living room for a peek. But eventually, a peek wasn’t enough. I had to inspect things. Now generally our gifts were laid out in order of age under the tree. Sometimes what was in my spot wasn’t the color or choice that I wanted. I was the oldest so I’m sure mom thought it was appropriate for me to get the Strawberry Shortcake doll, but I thought the Blueberry Muffin doll was cuter, so I switched them. And the next year I wanted the Red Rainbow Bright Sprite, not the White one!
In retrospect I figure I’m lucky Santa ever brought me anything again – afterall I think stealing your sister’s gifts would be a good reason to end up on the naughty list. To this day I sometimes wonder if my baby sis ever forgave me for taking Blueberry Muffin.
Oh yeah, by the way, sorry, sis… (Just in case Santa is reading this!)
These are some of the memories I was channeling when I wrote The Crazy Thing ’bout Christmas. Have you preordered your copy?
So what are some of your favorite Christmas or Santa stories?
Boy meets girl. It’s the way romances usually begin . . . and while we all love a happy ending, it’s the #MeetCute that wins our hearts.
How did you two meet?
The #MeetCute Books each have a unique answer to that query. Some might make you swoon, others might make you giggle . . . and some may make you blush.
Twelve authors. Twelve stand-alone contemporary romance novels. Twelve stories that will make your heart beat a little faster.
Because it’s all about the #MeetCute.
For each #MeetCute Book, we’ll share a couples interview in the style of the “When Harry Met Sally” clips. (Check them out here!)
In WHAT I WASN’T LOOKING FOR Mary and Austin are just looking for a summer fling… but sometimes love finds you when you least expect it.
Austin: Well, the first time she met me, she thought I was so hot, she sold me a bag of ice.
Mary: Pftt… puh-lease. We met at church. He walked right into the middle of mass, and I knew immediately he was out of place.
Austin: Hey! I do go to church, you know. I’m not a heathen or something.
Mary: Fine, you go to church. But you’re not Catholic. None of the Catholics I know have foot fetishes. And they certainly don’t let it show during mass either.
Austin: (smug grin) I do not have a foot fetish. I have a toe fetish.
Mary: (laughing) Oh my word, do you know how disgusting that sounds?
Austin: (leaning forward and cupping a hand to his mouth) Don’t tell her, but the truth is I have a fetish for that sexy red nail polish. And when she starts wiggling those toes . . . (whistles suggestively)
Mary: (rolling her eyes and smacking his arm) Austin Hayworth, we were in church. I cannot believe your mind was in the gutter during mass.
Austin: Listen, babe, I’m no longer talking about church. I’ve moved on. I’m talking about when you wiggle your toes while I’m doing that thing ….
Mary: (blushes and slaps her hand over his mouth with an embarrassed giggle) Austin!
Austin: (shoving her hand away) See that pretty blush on those cheeks? And that laugh. It’s no wonder a simple summer fling stole my heart.
Mary: You didn’t know it stole your heart at the time.
Austin: I knew it. You had me long before I drove away from Simoneaux Bayou after that first week. You were the one who had to be convinced.
Mary: True. I admit it. I fought it a long time, but in the end, there was just no resisting his charms.
Austin: Just remember what I said. I want this to be the longest fling in the history of flings.
Mary: Almost sounds like forever.
Austin: (winking at her before taking her hand in his) Forever just might do.
I have a fantastic family. I mean really, super fantastic. Sure they’re all a bit cooky. And yes, they occassionally get on my last nerve. But they’ve always got my back and I know how blessed I am to have them.
Just a month or so ago I contacted my little cuz Cherie for help. Wow… she’s not really little anymore. I mean its kind of hard to keep perspective when you can actually remember being there at her house when her mom was in labor for her. Not to mention all the summers I babysat her, taking her to swimming lessons and toting her around the mall pretending she was my kid. But, the truth is she’s not a kid anymore. She’s an absolutely beautiful, totally talented lady and I’m very proud of her.
So when I recently got the opportunity to participate in a cookbook collaboration with some other writers, who else would I call on than my capable culinary cousin, Cherie! You’ll have to get the cookbook for her recipe, but Cherie was fabulous enough to bake a batch of yummy blueberry muffins and take pictures of them too. Isn’t your mouth just watering? Mmmm… So keep an eye out for the IWU Cookbook 2012 where you’ll be able to get a recipe for Langston’s Very Berry Blueberry Muffins.
Bitten Shame Excerpt:
“Shit,” Kent hissed, running his hand through his hair, “I should’ve known once the dust cleared they’d pull this. Where is he supposed to meet them?”
Langston laughed as he moved towards the kitchen where he removed a tray of piping hot muffins from the oven, “Come, Kent. You yourself suggested you would give Nicky more credit than that. As I stated, he is on his way here. He has ignored their communication.”
“What do you suppose they’ll want with them?” Devan asked.
Until just a few days ago they’d not seen each other in years, but Jill knew her friend well enough to see the gears turning in her head. Instead of pressing her on it, Jill waited.
“It is possible they may send them on our original mission to ensure that it is complete. There is no way to know whether killing Adriel is the end of the Org. Also, they may be called upon to bring us in, Kent and I that is. Or, more likely, they might be ordered to bring you in, Devan. The Company will naturally be curious about the new faery-witch.”
“No, we can’t do that! What would they want with her? There’s no way to know…” Jill insisted, her angst evident in the tone of her voice. When Langston gave her a glance she immediately fell silent. She saw Devan had noticed the furtive look passing between them and read the concern in her friend’s gold-brown eyes.
It took a moment for Devan to break her gaze from Jill’s, then she finally turned to Kent, “You once told me Nicky does this for money. What would be the going rate for his services?”
Langston’s face was overtaken by a huge smile even as he set the steaming muffins, now on a platter, before them on the coffee table, “You have an idea, little one?”
Don’t forget, Bitten Shame, will be released in just a few months so keep an eye out!
And if you just need to read more about our Bend-Bite-Shift friends, don’t forget to grab a copy of Cupid Painted Blind. It’s available for ereaders at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I’ll have signed paperbacks available by the end of this month too!