Tule Publishing author, Nan Reinhardt is back with another wonderful story from River’s Edge – this time the setting is Christmas!
I love everything about Christmas, especially Christmas romances! If you’re looking for a cosy, heart-warming story, you’ve found it!
Nan Reinhardt is a USA Today bestselling author of sweet romantic fiction for Tule Publishing. Her day job is working as a freelance copyeditor and proofreader, however, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring passion. She can’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t writing—she wrote her first romance novel at the age of ten and is still writing, but now from the viewpoint of a wiser, slightly rumpled, woman in her prime. Nan lives in the Midwest with her husband of 48 years, where they split their time between a house in the city and a cottage on a lake.
Talk to Nan at: nan@nanreinhardt.com
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Christmas in River’s Edge, book 2 in the Weaver Sisters trilogy
Nan Reinhardt
Blurb
You can go home again…
After a painful divorce from her high school sweetheart, triplet Jenny Weaver returns to River’s Edge with her young son. While happy to be reunited with her sisters and working at the family’s marina, she has no intention of jumping into the dating pool, especially going into the holidays. Then Gabe Dawson, once a shy nerd who tutored her in history classes, arrives home transformed into a handsome hunk who makes her pulse race.
Archeologist and history professor Gabe Dawson thought he’d long ago outgrown his teen crush on Jenny. Back in town for a few months to help his mom post surgery, he can’t resist reaching out to Jenny. She’s as beautiful, warm, and funny as he remembered and soon Gabe is reconsidering his future.
Gabe is determined to seize this second chance, but can he convince a very wary Jenny that a globe-trotter is ready to come home for good this Christmas?
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Excerpt – When Luke gets a puppy:
“Mom!” Luke’s voice echoed in the vast boat-storage barn where Jenny was back in the corner, tossing mothballs under the trailers to keep critters out of the boats and barn. One whiff of mothballs was enough to send raccoons, possums, foxes, mice, and other unwanted creatures running back to the woods east of the marina.
She straightened, peering through the dim light. “I’m back here, honey.”
“Mom, Mommy! Look!” Luke wove his way through the boats, his shoes crunching on the gravel floor.
Jenny’s heart sank when she met him in the center aisle. The kid was carrying a ball of curly brown fluff. A puppy. Holy sh— A puppy? Jen bit her cheek to keep from moaning out loud. She didn’t know the story. Maybe Luke was watching it for a friend, although the light in her son’s eyes told her that was probably wishful thinking on her part. “It’s a puppy,” she said inanely.
Luke pressed the tiny critter to his cheek. “It’s mine!”
“Is it?” Jenny tried not to shriek, but the words came out squeaky as she set the box of mothballs on the ground and pulled off her disposable gloves to take the tiny bundle of fur from Luke’s hands. She held it up to examine it. “Honey, where did you get a dog?”
“Daddy got her for me in Cincinnati.” Luke was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on his toes in front of her as she examined the puppy, who couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. “He’s a–a Cavapoo. I’m naming him Harry Potter.” His brow furrowed beneath the fringe of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “I think he looks like a Harry, don’t you?”
“You and Daddy went to Cincinnati today?” The puppy sat still as a mouse in Jenny’s hands, its eyes huge, clearly frightened. Tuff had said they were going hiking in the state park when he picked Luke up this morning. He hadn’t mentioned driving to Cincy—and he sure as shootin’ didn’t mention buying their son a dog. “Where is Daddy?” She peered toward the big open doorway, hoping to spy Tuff’s little sports car, but saw only the empty parking lot and the bright midafternoon sun. He’d damn well better not have dropped Luke off with a puppy and driven off with no explanation.
Thanks for stopping by, Nan – all the best with this one.
Merry Christmas, Everyone and thanks for stopping by!
