Whee! Christmas is almost here, and I’m loving all these Cowboys & Mistletoe posts! I, too, have a Christmas book out now. THE COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS TREASURES is the fourth book in my Wyoming Legacies series with Love Inspired. Think a cowboy with a painful past, a single-mom heroine trying to raise toddler identical twin girls, and a small-town in Wyoming full of the Christmas feels!
Making peace with his past… To be a part of their future
After his father’s heart attack, ranch hand Dean McCaffrey has no choice but to temporarily take over the family business—while hiding a shameful secret. But he doesn’t expect to fall for pretty widow Brooke Dewitt and her twin toddlers while remodeling their house. Brooke is counting on Dean to make her home wheelchair-accessible by Christmas. And soon she’s dreaming of a life with the handsome cowboy. But with both their futures uncertain, can they overcome their fears…and place their trust in love?
Happy Holidays, y’all! Goodness Christmas is only two weeks away…where does the time go? 2024 has been a very busy year for me. I wrote five books…three within the span of four months. Whew! I know other authors are far more prolific than I but then again family milestones impacted my writing schedule. A new grandbaby! Grandson’s college graduation and wedding! A fall foliage trip to New England! Adoption finalized! Son & daughter-in-law moving to North Carolina!
All that being said, I’d like to introduce my three Christmas books and tell you about them.
A Sleigh Ride For Claire – With Christmas on the horizon, Claire McAllister has far too much to do to entertain dreams of a husband and family. Even if she feels inclined to help Lincoln Wyse outwit his three mischievous young daughters, it’s impossible to imagine the handsome widower seeing her as anything but a scolding schoolteacher.
Even though the pretty schoolteacher never turned a favorable eye to him, Linc Wyse’s heart skipped a beat whenever she pinned him with her mesmerizing green eyes. Beautiful or not, Claire McAllister was a meddling spinster who placed judgments on him and his family.
Yet, neither one can imagine how three little, mischievous matchmakers and a magical Christmas Eve sleigh ride will open their eyes to love…or how the Lord will awaken their faith and hope.
Ivy – Christmas Quilt Bride –Years ago, Ivy Sutton was drawn to the new orphan boy in town. Unfortunately, she soon became the focus of Grady Walsh’s mischievous deeds in school.
Ivy is back home in Harmony, Kansas for good but is she willing and able to forgive the boy who made her childhood unbearable? Grady Walsh lost his heart to the sweet girl the day she gave him a quilt. Now, as a well-liked and respected tradesman in Harmony, can he make up for the reckless actions of his youth?
Or will another steal her away before they have a chance to discover a kind of love that might heal the pain from the past?
Holly In His Heart –What is a boy to do when he is trying to play matchmaker for his father? Seven-year-old Danny Stone is working hard to help his lonely widower father find love again. When a pretty, new teacher moves to Angel Falls, Danny believes she is the perfect choice. But so far, his matchmaking attempts have not been successful until a snowstorm hits and strands Miss Holly at their farm.
Fleeing an ill-fated relationship, Holly Ross accepts an interim teaching position in Angel Falls, Kansas. During the first week, she is knocked down by a stranger, and his rude behavior raises her annoyance when he insists he saved her life…not that she believed she needed saving. When she discovers Jesse Stone is the father of one of her students, she vows to give the man a wide berth. But when Danny leaves behind a scarf belonging to his late mother, she makes a decision that will alter her Christmas plans…and her life.
Since his wife’s passing, Jesse Stone has no interest nor time for romance. With a herd, a ranch, and a seven-year-old son to raise, the last thing he needs is ungrateful criticism from a woman he saved from being hit by a wagon. His irritation grows when he discovers Holly Ross is the new teacher his son keeps praising…and the feeling is mutual. So, she is the last person he expects to see at his door at the start of a blizzard.
Will a dose of Mother Nature’s magic, along with a bit of divine intervention make a little boy’s Christmas wish come true?
There you have it…these three sweet historical romances are filled with family & friends, joy, second chances, and the magic of finding love at this most wonderful time of the year!
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Christmas is my favorite season. There’s such a happiness and joy that seems to fill the air! Maybe that’s why I ended up writing a total of three Christmas books. I love a happy holiday story.
But, do you know what else? I know not everyone has friends or family or joy or happiness at Christmas. In fact, it can be a lonely thing. So, before I tell you about my two books, I want to take a moment to say that if you are hurting in this holiday season, I’m giving you a hug and sending love your way. I hope you can feel it, because my Christmas wish is that everyone can feel loved. Isn’t that actually why we all love romance? We enjoy that wonderful warm glow. Sometimes we really need it. And I know I don’t have to explain that further, because you completely understand.
But, I wanted to honor the fact that sometimes people have difficulties this time of year, in Letters to Santa, but especially in Letters to Santa. I’m terrible at accidently giving away spoilers, so I’m just going to share the blurb.
Will hope, love, and peace make it’s way to the western frontier this year and help someone in desperate need of the spirit of Christmas?
Edith Clarkson is determined to bring Christmas joy to others—no matter that her own heart is aching. When her boss—someone she considered a friend—humiliates her, she decides it’s silly, but she’ll send a letter to Santa for help. After all, if a Christmas wish were to come true, wouldn’t it be from him?
George Alcott didn’t mean to bring his best friend to tears. It had been a trying week—one full of people taking advantage of him. Often tongue tied around Edith, the things he wants to say always come out wrong. Though George wants to make amends, he doesn’t know how. Like always.
As Christmas draws closer, a mysterious letter writer—posing as Santa—helps Edith’s wishes come true. She learns there is still not only hope, but also kindness offered by strangers. But when Edith reveals her greatest wish of all, and the letter writer is unmasked, will things ever be the same again?
I’d also like to share my other wintery title this year! You might have already read my post on A Sleigh Ride for Charlotte. Like many, Charlotte’s gone through hard times. She’s tried to keep her head up, but in moments, her heartache breaks through. Shhh. Mine does too.
Chances are you know that aching feeling too. I’m sorry you’ve felt that way, in the past or in the present. But, that means you understand how Charlotte feels. She’s also so focused and determined that if she doesn’t have this one thing…nothing will go well for her. Sheesh, it’s like I’m looking in a mirror sometimes! But, and here I go, almost spoiling things…sometimes when we don’t get what we want, we get something so much better, don’t we? Here’s Charlotte’s story.
Sometimes the simple choice isn’t easy.
Charlotte Harrison dreams of being part of the winter festival, where romance fills the air and new starts are made. Penniless after her family was swindled, she’s always stayed home, unwilling to be looked at with pity. But this year Charlotte is desperate and willing to do whatever it takes to be there when she hears the most eligible man in town has his eye on her.
New to town, Dr. Justin Davis is in dire need of someone to assist him at his practice. When Charlotte is suggested, it seems like an opportunity for them both. At first, he simply wants to help her financial situation. But against his better judgment, he falls in love with her. Worst of all, the man she desires is someone he can’t stand, and he might have just sent her straight into his arms.
Through a series of surprising events, Charlotte learns that not everyone is as they seem, and when she goes to give her heart away, she’s faced with uncertainty. Who is she going to choose? The man she’s been longing for? Or the man who truly loves her?
Before you enter my giveaway, I want to end with one more hug for you and the deepest wish that this holiday season, you have moments of love, happiness, contentment, joy, comfort, and all of the best things that could happen sprinkled throughout. I’m sending love and wishes for you that way.
<3 Sarah
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It’s that time of year when wonderful Christmas books abound! And who doesn’t like a great holiday romance? I’m reading several now. Yes, I’m one of those people that will read two or three books at once! I’ve written a fair share of holiday books over the years. I even have an entire series of romances set around the holidays called The Holiday Mail-Order Brides. But this year, I’ve done a couple historicals set around Christmas, and two contemporaries! Here’s a little more about the books. The one you were introduced to last week. A Child for Christmas, part of our Petticoats & Pistols group’s Christmas Stocking Sweetheart Series. The other Christmas books I have this year are:
A young woman down on her luck
A rich young man
And one eccentric matchmaker
After the famous Mrs. Pettigrew’s first husband, Xavier, passed, the matchmaker found little interest in matchmaking. That is until she hires Chastity Eastwick as her new maid, and thinks her neighbor Dalton Simpson the perfect match for her! Toss in a rival for Dalton’s affections and Mrs. Pettigrew’s own odd eccentricities, and the hilarity begins! Especially when Mrs. Pettigrew fails to mention to Dalton that Chastity is a maid at all. He thinks she’s a house guest!
The next two books of mine are contemporary. One is part of a series of cute, fun, novellas that have been releasing every week.
Christmas magic sparkles in small towns but can love bloom under the mistletoe?
Molly Sherwood has watched all her friends, including her own sister, find their happily ever after. But not her. She’s fresh out of college and despairing how to make a living with her new art degree. So when her sister, the new owner of the town’s famous Christmas House asks for some help with decorating, she gladly gives it as a distraction. But she’s not the only one helping. Edwina Dilly, the previous owner of the house digs out something called The Mistletoe Clause, which states that if a couple kisses three times under the mistletoe in the presence of The Mistletoe Clause, then they have to confess their feelings for one another. Molly thinks it’s cute, but a bunch of hooey. Or is it?
Sam Newell is beginning to despair of ever finding a woman to love. No one wants a simple antique dealer/furniture restorer. Good grief, it’s not like he’s asking for the moon. But in a small town, the pickings can be slim. Then Sam finds out Molly Sherwood is back in town. He’s always liked her. But with his cousin (now married to Molly’s sister) telling her he can get her a job in New York City, she’ll wind up with the same mindset of the other women he’s dated. He won’t be good enough for her. Well fine, he’ll beat her to the punch and make sure he shows no interest in her. Little does he know that a certain meddling matchmaker has other ideas.
Both my contemporaries take place in towns made famous in my historicals! It was fun to revisit my towns and see how they’ve changes for modern day! My next Christmas book is included in an anthology of romantic comedy done by eight authors. So you can not only read my story, but the others as well! The anthology is called December Dreams, and the stories are all loads of fun! Here’s a little more about my book:
Talia Davenport hasn’t been back to Clear Creek in eight years. And for good reason.
Instead, she makes her home in Los Angeles, is a fitness guru, and tries to live her life to the fullest. But was she? When she goes home to Clear Creek for Christmas and has to deal with someone who’s been a thorn in her side for years, she begins to see that maybe her life wasn’t what she thought it was, and that forgiveness goes a long way. Toss in a few nudges from some eccentric elderly innkeepers playing matchmaker, and the fun begins! But for Talia, forgiving is one thing, forgetting another. Can she open her heart to the happiness she’s always wanted, and with the least likely person to boot?
The day after Labor Day (in the USA) signifies the unofficial start of fall. Summer went by WAY too fast! I thought we could do a summer wrap-up and discuss the highs of summer 2024. Who’s with me?
I’ll start things off!
In June, I participated in a fun book event in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with a group of writers, including one of the fillies–Karen Witemeyer! We spent the day hanging out with readers at Baker Book House. What a fun event! The next day, we stopped at Captain Sundae’s in Holland for a delicious treat. That’s me and “cappy” below.
June was a super busy month for me on the writing front. Thankfully, I met my deadlines. Phew! I also had a book release–Training the K-9 Companion–so that was fun! Honestly, June was SO busy on the writing front, I did nothing else. Some months are like that…
In July, my husband and I celebrated our anniversary (a few weeks late) by heading to Asheville, NC, to tour the Biltmore. What a property! We spent two days walking around the grounds, learning about the Vanderbilts, and generally having a fantastic time.
After Biltmore, we drove to Myrtle Beach, SC. On the way we stopped at the famous Buc-ees gas station/supercenter. It was crowded. I could not believe how many people were in there! Were there a few times I almost walked out? Yes. I don’t handle crowded stores well. I did purchase a ginormous cinnamon roll, and the hubs opted for beef jerky. We were glad we experienced Buc-ees. But we’re not sure we could handle it again!
Onward…to the beach. The overcast weather didn’t deter us. There’s something very relaxing about hearing the ocean waves. We made simple meals in our condo and strolled to a nearby ice cream shop one night. I’m thankful for the downtime.
July, too, was a very busy writing month. But I met my deadlines, so phew!
August rolled around, and I thought, How is it August already? I managed to visit the BABY ELEPHANT (How cute is that??!!) at the Toledo Zoo. Little Kirk is adorable! See picture below:
August was a busy writing month for me (see a pattern here?), and I had to force myself to sit and write every day. I really wanted to be outside. Doing anything. Anything except writing–and I love to write. I fantasized about sitting on my deck, strolling through the park, buying stacks of books, sipping coffee for hours at a coffee shop. I like the simple things. But the books don’t write themselves, so I persisted.
Other than that, we spent quality time with our extended families, I read several books, watched the birds at the birdfeeders, put together a jigsaw puzzled, finished a Christmas craft, and spent as much time on my back deck as I could fit in. And I wrote…but you already knew that!
Okay, your turn! I’d love to hear YOUR summer wrap-up in the comments!
Howdy, everyone! Cathy McDavid here with an exciting announcement.
Lately, there have been a few changes in the corral here at Petticoats & Pistols. To celebrate our newest members and reacquaint you with familiar faces, we’ve put together a short video featuring all of the fillies. Take a peek at some of their awesome books and learn a little bit about them. Just click on the link below, and you’ll be taken to the video.
We hope you enjoy the video and will even share this post to help us spread the word. We really appreciate all our friends here at Petticoats and Pistols and love starting our days with you.
I love to decorate for Christmas. Almost all of the items that I have collected over the years carry sentimental value. Some I can remember picking out with my husband 30 years ago. Others I remember crafting with love as a new mom. Some were gifts from friends and family. Others were made by the kids when they were in school. Some were crafted by my daughter as she fell in love with hand-making Christmas items. Our decor wouldn’t be found in the pages of a magazine, but it warms my heart every year.
The item I chose to share for our Filly Christmas Decor Crawl is my fireplace mantle. This section is dear to my heart for many reasons.
Sentiment. I cross-stitched each of the stockings. Opening stockings on Christmas morning is a tradition I grew up with and one I intended to keep after I married. When my daughter was born, it was important for me to have personalized stockings for each family member. So, for the first year, I stitched stockings for my husband, myself, and my little girl. Two years later, I added my first son. Then after another two years, I added number three. Each of these stocking took months to stitch, but every thread carried love and joy. .
Festivity. I love Christmas garlands, and while this one is simple, the classic green and red shout Christmas and bring a smile to my face. .
Faith. It’s always been important to me to remember that Christmas is all about the birth of our Savior. Since the fireplace is the focal point of our room, I wanted there to be a prominent display of the nativity there. I have collected Willow Tree figurines for years, and when I discovered they had a nativity set, I began asking for the pieces for Christmas. Then last year, I found the “O Come All Ye Faithful” sign at Hobby Lobby and it added the perfect finishing touch. Some of the nativity animals are hard to see behind the garland, but I love the reminder of the reason for the season.
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and that you are enjoying time with family and friends. May 2024 be a year of abundant blessings and good books.
Christmas is probably my very favorite time of year–every single year. My husband says I’m still “a big ol’ fifth grader” when it comes to Christmas, and he’s probably right about that.
Today I thought I would just share a few of my decorations–I don’t ever do ‘trendy’ things because my decorations and ornaments are ones that I’ve had since I was a child, going up through my early years of marriage, ornaments my own children made in school, and those we used to buy for them each year and hang on the tree. I couldn’t bear to get rid of any of these and opt for something more modern! These two pictures are last year’s tree since I have none of my presents wrapped this year yet, and I had to show you all the very best present of all that keeps on giving every day–Sammy, the dog!
Every year, I always include the little ladder with Santa and his elf climbing up to the middle of the tree. I got this when my kids were very young, and my son Casey was fascinated with my earrings. He took a little Christmas sticker and drew a picture of an earring, attached the sticker to the edge and put it on the elf’s ear. That elf wore that earring for YEARS until the glue finally let go and the earring was lost. You can see the ladder, Santa and elf in the first picture on the left side of the tree.
This is the first ornament I bought when Gary and I got married, waaaaaay back in 1979. It’s hard to see, but it’s two lovebirds with a red heart between them, surrounded by a clear heart. This is all blown glass and very fragile.
The last ornament my mom ever bought me. Clear glass, very fragile, and I put it on the tree every year!
Another “oldie but goodie”–originally a package tie-on, my mom converted this little deer into a much-loved ornament!
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I cross-stitched this ornament for her while I was in the hospital after my C-section. She has very dark hair in real life, but who knew? LOL This little angel is blonde!
Here’s the poor little mismatched, loved-through-decades nativity set. Mom and Dad had this nativity set before I was born in 1957! Oh, how I loved this, from the time I was able to crawl over to it! Some of the figures are plaster and have not stood the test of time (and three kids) all that well. I cut up a piece of green velvet fabric I wasn’t supposed to use to make Baby Jesus a beautiful blanket about 2 inches square for His cardboard manger. One of the wise men has disappeared, along with the donkey who didn’t make it, and a sheep. But, there are two camels, a cow and a sheep, along with a shepherd, two wise men, Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus and a plastic angel. The stable is cardboard, too. My mom gave this to me one year for Christmas when I was in my mid-thirties, and my kids were very small. We had a good cry over it at the time, but what a gift I will treasure forever!
This is one of my mom’s paintings that I am using on a display in my living room this year–it’s a very wintry scene and looks great with the bright red lighted poinsettias and some other Christmas-y things on my couch table. Below, you can see the entire display. That’s her painting right next to the old-timey lantern.
Here’s another favorite–back when latch hooking was so popular, I made this little Christmas tin soldier and he goes on my door every year. I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I made him, but I’m sure it was very late 1970’s. It wouldn’t be Christmas without him!
Here’s a couple of new additions to my holiday decor. These beautiful reindeer that I leave out all year round. I can’t bear to put them away. I’ve named them Fred and El Wanda, after my parents.
This is a plate I couldn’t resist and a little cute miniature bird house. Bought all of this just this year, but I won’t ever part with all the traditional decorations I love so much!
I always put “icicles” on my tree–this is something we did from the earliest Christmas I can remember, as a kid. I remember when we used to buy those for .17 a box–now, they are three boxes for $14.29!!!! Times have changed, in some ways, but I’m not sure it would be a real Christmas without those icicles, so it is my one big splurge from my usual practical outlook.
I’m going to attach a short story here that I wrote many years ago about why icicles are so important in our family tradition. It is based on a very true story, and I hope I did it justice. Merry Christmas, everyone!
SILVER MAGIC by Cheryl Pierson
Did you know that there is a proper way to hang tinsel on the Christmas tree?
Growing up in the small town of Seminole, Oklahoma, I was made aware of this from my earliest memories of Christmas. Being the youngest in our family, there was never a shortage of people always wanting to show me the right way to do—well, practically everything! When it came to hanging the metallic strands on the Christmas tree, my mother made it a holiday art form.
“The cardboard holder should be barely bent,” she said, “forming a kind of hook for the tinsel.” No more than three strands of the silver magic should be pulled from this hook at one time. And, we were cautioned, the strands should be draped over the boughs of the tree gently, so as to avoid damage to the fragile greenery.
Once the icicles had been carefully added to the already-lit-and-decorated tree, we would complete our “pine princess” with a can of spray snow. Never would we have considered hanging the icicles in blobs, as my mother called them, or tossing them haphazardly to land where they would on the upper, unreachable branches. Hanging them on the higher branches was my father’s job, since he was the tallest person I knew—as tall as Superman, for sure. He, too, could do anything—even put the serenely blinking golden star with the blonde angel on the very highest limb—without a ladder!
When Christmas was over, I learned that there was also a right way to save the icicles before setting the tree out to the roadside for the garbage man. The cardboard holders were never thrown out. We kept them each year, tucked away with the rest of the re-useable Christmas decorations. Their shiny treasure lay untangled and protected within the corrugated Bekins Moving and Storage boxes that my mother had renamed “CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS” in bold letters with a black magic marker.
At the end of the Christmas season, I would help my sisters undress the tree and get it ready for its lonely curbside vigil. We would remove the glass balls, the plastic bells, and the homemade keepsake decorations we’d made in school. These were all gently placed in small boxes. The icicles came next, a chore we all detested.
We removed the silver tinsel and meticulously hung it back around the little cardboard hook. Those icicles were much heavier then, being made of real metal and not synthetic plastic. They were easier to handle and, if you were careful, didn’t snarl or tangle. It was a long, slow process—one that my young, impatient hands and mind dreaded.
For many years, I couldn’t understand why everyone—even my friends’ parents—insisted on saving the tinsel from year to year. Then one night, in late December, while Mom and I gazed at the Christmas tree, I learned why.
As she began to tell the story of her first Christmas tree, her eyes looked back through time. She was a child in southeastern Oklahoma, during the dustbowl days of the Depression. She and her siblings had gotten the idea that they needed a Christmas tree. The trekked into the nearby woods, cut down an evergreen, and dragged it home. While my grandfather made a wooden stand for it, the rest of the family popped and strung corn for garland. The smaller children made decorations from paper and glue.
“What about a star?” one of the younger boys had asked.
My grandfather thought for a moment, then said, “I’ve got an old battery out there in the shed. I’ll cut one from that.”
The kids were tickled just to have the tree, but a star, too! It was almost too good to be true.
Grandfather went outside. He disappeared around the side of the old tool shed and didn’t return for a long time. Grandmother glanced out the window a few times, wondering what was taking so long, but the children were occupied with stringing the popcorn and making paper chains. They were so excited that they hardly noticed when he came back inside.
Grandmother turned to him as he shut the door against the wintry blast of air. “What took you so long?” she asked. “I was beginning to get worried.”
Grandfather smiled apologetically, and held up the star he’d fashioned. “It took me awhile. I wanted it to be just right.” He slowly held up his other hand, and Grandmother clapped her hands over her mouth in wonder. Thin strands of silver magic cascaded in a shimmering waterfall from his loosely clenched fist. “It’s a kind of a gift, you know. For the kids.”
“I found some foil in the battery,” he explained. “It just didn’t seem right, not to have icicles.”
In our modern world of disposable commodities, can any of us imagine being so poor that we would recycle an old battery for the metal and foil, in order to hand-cut a shiny star and tinsel for our children’s Christmas tree?
A metal star and cut-foil tinsel—bits of Christmas joy, silver magic wrapped in a father’s love for his family.
This anthology is only available used now, but it’s well worth purchasing from Amazon if you can find it, and reading so many heartwarming Christmas stories from yesteryear! Hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas and a fantastic 2024!
Thank you for stopping by as I kick off our two-week long CHRISTMAS DECOR CRAWL!
Over the span of 48 years spending Christmas together, my husband and I have had relatively few Christmas trees in our marriage. As newlyweds, we bought live trees, but the cost (and finding needles in the carpet in July) compelled us to invest in a practical artificial tree. Later, once I decided I wanted something less ordinary, we splurged on a gorgeous flocked tree with wide branches that almost hugged the floor. It was so big, it would only fit in our bay window. And when THAT one got on in years and the flocking began to litter the floor, I went with something smaller that I love, love, love to this day.
I was strolling Hobby Lobby and found the tree on display. I was captivated by the slow revolving motion and decided to buy it right then and there. The store employee gave me a scare when he said they were out of stock of the revolving tree stand, but lo and behold, one final check in the back room yielded their very last one.
It is so meaningful to sit in our living room and watch the tree revolve. No putting ugly ornaments to the back. Each one is on full display as the tree quietly and slowly twirls around and around and around.
New this year – in my continuing quest to pare down on the things I’ve been storing for years, I was at a loss what to do with my grandmother’s wedding dress. I’ve been safely keeping it in an antique hat box in my storage room. She was married in 1927, and her dress was very simple. Bland, even. Maybe it was her taste, or the style, or her lack of finances, but I knew no one would ever wear the dress. Still, it broke my heart to throw it away or give it away.
And then I happened to catch a Facebook post from a crafty group of ladies where one of the members asked the same thing. What to do with her grandmother’s wedding dress. Someone suggested this idea, and I knew it was IT!
A string doll angel ornament. Here, the angel’s dress is made of the only lace on my grandmother’s dress, at the mid-calf hemline. The embellishment and pearls at the angel’s neckline came from my grandmother’s veil headpiece. The wings, halo, and ribbon trim are modern, of course, but this little angel is mostly 97 years old, and I will always treasure it.
The perfect 2023 addition to my revolving Christmas tree.
Is your tree a special part of your Christmas, too?
Or is there something else you hold dear during this time of year?
Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmases and a peaceful New Year!
