It’s Sunday (yay!) and I’m continuing on my merry way to 25 days of Christmas romances. Today I have Unexpected by D. L. White. It’s only $0.99 so hurry and grab your copy today!
Check out the short and sweet blurb.
Saidah’s Christmas memories have been warped by personal tragedy. A chance encounter brings her unexpected love and a new outlook on life.
Here’s to finding love where you least expect it!
I don’t know why you’re being so difficult, Saidah. Run a brush through your hair and come over.”
“Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I want to sit on my couch and watch A Christmas Story back to back while I drink myself into oblivion.” As if I needed to prove my point, I loudly sipped from my mug of spiked hot chocolate.
“That’s the exact reason you need to bring your behind over here. You don’t need to be by yourself on Christmas.”
I rolled my eyes while switching the phone from one shoulder to the other. I was comfortable, deeply implanted into the corner of my new leather couch, under a chenille throw, in my pajamas and fuzzy Christmas socks. The socks weren’t actually necessary since it was the warmest Christmas Atlanta had seen in years, but they were red and had little green Christmas trees on them, so they were helping to ring in the holiday season as best they could.
The trees on my socks were about the only sign of cheer in my condo. It had been years since I put up a tree and decorated for the season. It had also been years since I joined Faith and her family for Christmas dinner. My new tradition wasn’t one I picked up by choice; it was a natural consequence. I was in no hurry to change natural consequence.
“I promise you, honey. I’m fine. Enjoy your meal. Are we doing after Christmas sales on Saturday?”
Faith sighed that long, drawn-out sigh that usually accompanied a roll of her dark brown eyes and pursing of her pouty lips. “Why do you ruin everything, you stubborn brat?”
“Wait, what? I didn’t know we were name calling on today, the celebration of the birth of sweet little eight pound, six-ounce baby Jesus.”
“We’re name calling when you’re being stubborn. I was trying to surprise you. Jay is coming to dinner.”
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of him. I didn’t have to ask for a last name or a clarification on who Jay was. The very thought of him brought his face to my memory–strong square jaw with the dimple in the chin, skin like whipped mousse, chiseled cheekbones, classic nose, wide-set eyes so dark they looked black and the longest, prettiest eyelashes you ever saw on a man. Always impeccably dressed and intelligent to boot.
“Don’t lie to me, Faith. Jay is really coming to dinner?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, Saidah.”
“When did that happen? How did you even get in touch with him?”
“I have my ways,” said Faith. In the background, I heard the clank of the heavy lid to her Le Creuset Dutch oven. A Le Cordon Bleu trained chef that owned a successful catering company, Faith could tear up a meal like nobody’s business. You’d swear you were at a five-star restaurant and be right in her dining room.
“I’m serious, Faith! How did you manage that?”