Traditions Stay Alive by Changing… A Little

Traditions are who I am; not to the exclusion of everything else, just the basic platform I catapult from for family gatherings. The friend who made spaghetti for Christmas enjoyed her holidays just as much as I did, (even though I was horrified when I found out). Traditions helped when grew up as a Coastie Brat, and later when we raised Army Brats, and even after retiring from the Military, we brought children into our home as a helping family. Familiarity was key, not only with my own children, but with all those precious children and families that came in and out of our home. Until a couple of years ago, my autumn and winter holidays included snow, cold, dark days and darker nights, ocean, and mountains surrounding my island of less than 15,000 people. Change is not to be avoided, even for a traditional holiday celebrant. Embrace whatever they are, where ever they are, for it is how you view them that makes all the difference.

My husband retired for the last time and all but our youngest is now a full fledged adult. So, we left our home of many years to our daughter and struck out on a new adventure. My parents are now aging, and we have moved closer to them. Now, it isn’t me heading up our large family in the ways of tradition but our children have each taken a part to create holidays without us. This year, we will be there for Thanksgiving. I will have been 14 months away from most of my children and grandchildren and I’m already dreaming of what we need to do to make the holiday happy and familiar.

But, now I am following the children’s lead instead of them following mine and that’s how it should be. They take the traditions from their home and incorporate the ones they loved the best into their own home, meshing them with their spouse’s or tweaking them to fit their lifestyle. I think it was a success, my traditionalist ways. Home, warmth, security, familiarity, and most importantly, LOVE.

In my book, found in the DEAR SANTA Box Set, you will find it set in Bellingham, Washington and surrounding area, near my Alaskan home, full of snow and typical winter wonderland weather for North America. The main characters are surrounded by loving family with one member who had been gone for years, returns for good. It’s all a happy ever after kind of Christmas.

Join me in Christmas Wishes and you.

Beth’s Wish: A second chance at love with Trevor

Beth’s Christmas Wish of a Second Chance at Love could happen if only she would be willing to risk her heart… again.

 

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Excerpt:

The sirens could be heard in the distance, and Beth heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn’t worked Emergency or triage in several years. She was glad old protocols came back to her quickly, her adrenaline infusing her veins, responses crisp and clear. Most of the victims were shaken up, but no obvious life-threatening injuries were self-reported or observed.

There seemed to be fear, disorientation, and blood from assorted scrapes and cuts but not from more worrisome places like the head region. Beth helped those who had bleeding wounds to put pressure on the areas affected and attended the things she could see, like preventing the teens in the second car from getting out and walking away since they appeared well. Looks were deceiving, but she knew teenagers thought themselves to be invincible. She stationed her pedestrian helper outside the teen’s vehicle to encourage their compliance.

Three car collisions were often much worse than this one, and the occupants were luckier than they knew. Nonetheless, there were still injuries, and reinforcements should be coming around the corner now. The sirens were faint but getting louder.

The older gentleman in the first car, the one who was rear-ended by the teens, seemed to be moving the slowest. “Are you still doing all right, sir?”

“Yes, I ache, but I don’t feel as though I’m injured badly.”

“Well, do you mind if I stay here with you?”

The older gentleman with the kindly face smiled. “Worried about the old man?

“No, I have the best viewpoint to see the scene from here.”

“Now Beth, don’t spin a tall tale this close to Christmas.”

Beth quickly tried to think back to how the man could have gotten her name. Was he a patient? He might have been, but she didn’t think so. She certainly hadn’t told him. At least she didn’t think so. Could he have heard the pedestrian that was walking around with her say her name? Maybe.

“Have we met before?” she asked.

“We have over the years. I’ve been visiting this area long before you or your parents were born.”

Beth could imagine that to be true. “Oh. Then I’m sorry I don’t remember who you are. Do you know you look a bit like—”

“Yes, I know. I get that all the time. People want to hire me this time of year, but I’m too busy to do it. I don’t think I’d even be good at it.”

“Oh, I think you’d be great.”

“Maybe I’ll be the Community Christmas Party Santa this year. Be my guinea pig? Let me try it out on you?”

Beth laughed. “I don’t think you need to practice.”

“Please? Just to see. It would help me keep my mind off the sore arm.”

“Oh, well. I’d be glad to help.” Anything to make him stay as comfortable as possible. She felt for his pulse and relaxed. Not worrisome.

“Right. So, Beth, what is your fondest wish for Christmas this year?”

“Oh…”

Beth’s tongue tangled, and the flippant answer she was going to give him flew from her mind.  All she could see was Trevor Darrington right after he had qualified for medical school. That last devastating Christmas when he broke up with her for her own good.

“I can’t ask you to wait for me, Beth,” said Trevor.  “It’ll be too long. It’s better if we just stay friends. I want you to date if you find someone else.”

He had choked on his own words and had looked away. If Beth had known then what she knew now, she would have known immediately it wasn’t what he wanted, but at eighteen, she hadn’t had enough life experience to help her see that.

“Do you want me to find someone else?”

“No, but it could happen. I won’t hold you back.”

But Beth couldn’t simply be friends. It wasn’t what she had wanted with Trevor, and she couldn’t disguise her love for him. She had begged and pleaded, but for once, she had not been able to sway his decision. She’d stormed off the patio and never looked back except in her dreams. She’d been a nurse for ten years now, an Advanced Nurse Practitioner the last five. Three years older than she, Trevor had been a practicing doctor at a hospital for five. Wow, it had been over a decade now since that fateful day.

The kindly older man smiled at Beth. “What is it you want more than anything this year?”

Her brain shut down, and her self-preservation filters folded. She spoke softly, almost to herself.

“Trevor Darrington. Every year, I just want him. It’s silly, really,” she smiled and shrugged, “but there it is.”

The white-bearded man nodded sagely. “The one who got away. Yes, that would definitely be a gift to cherish.”

How did he know? He didn’t, she assured herself, it was a logical guess. “Yes, well, it won’t happen, but I think you did very well. You put me at ease. That’s the trick. Oh, I see the cavalry pulling in now, so I had better greet them and tell them what we have here. Don’t get out of the car until they help you.”

“I won’t. Nice chatting with you, Beth. You never know. That present might make it this year. Don’t give up hope.”

Beth tried to laugh, but once thoughts of Trevor were resurrected, there was no turning back. Sadness descended. “I suppose, but it has been a long time.”

As she walked away, the elderly man reminded her, “Don’t forget, my dear, Christmas is all about wishes, hope, and love. Allow the unquenchable hope that created your heartfelt wish lead you to healing love.”

Beth walked off with the strangest feeling that she had just spoken to someone special. She hoped he healed quickly, but her heart’s old wound had been tugged open just a little more, and her loss poured out. Not all things healed as well as others.

Soon the emergency personnel took over from her, and she stretched. Taking a few steps backward, Beth turned to go and crashed into a wall of human flesh.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were —”

His words collided with hers. “Beth? Beth Silverton? My God. It is you.”

The man sounded heart-stoppingly familiar and happy to see her. Very happy. She stared harder, and her heartbeat picked up the pace.

“Yes? Do I… Trevor? How… where…”

The jumble of emotions at seeing him left chaotic destruction in her mind. Beth closed her mouth and instinctively looked over at the first vehicle with the Santa lookalike, and for a split second wondered… but no, it was a coincidence.

“In the flesh. I can’t believe I’ve found you in the middle of this,” Trevor waved his hand over the scene before them. “We have to talk. I have been looking—” Trevor was interrupted by a shout from one of the EMTs. He glanced around watchfully. “Look, I’m attending here, so I have to go, but write your phone number on my arm. High so it doesn’t get washed off, and I’ll call you when I’m done.” Beth hesitated. “Please?”

When the rescuer shouted for Trevor again, he raised his hand in acknowledgment while giving her an entreating look. Before she took the time to think about what she was doing, she wrote on his bicep, his ridiculously hard bicep, above the elbow in case he had to scrub in for surgery. He reached over and dropped a quick peck on her cheek.

“I really have missed you.” It took all of thirty seconds, and Trevor had smiled and turned away.

 

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At Home by Mona Risk

Is it four weeks or six weeks that we have been locked at home? I can’t remember, but it seems like two years. Getting dressed, wearing a few pieces of jewelry, and fixing my hair are now nice memories. I stopped opening my closets. What for? My getting-dressed routine of the morning consists of choosing between two pajamas pants and a few black t-shirts–easier to wash it all together.

We live in a high-rise and we used to have a gorgeous view. Not anymore. In September, our building association had contracted a company for concrete restoration. So all balconies were blocked in September, the rails removed and the balconies’ floors repaired. And then the Pandemic started and the workers stopped coming. No rails, no balconies. No beach and no pool.

Who cares? For every problem, there’s a solution. Right?

Two weeks ago, I discovered that the catwalk, a walkway around the building used as an emergency exit, was still accessible, yet not used by anyone. A bit too high for my taste considering I suffer from ‘Acrophobia’ or irrational fear of heights. But in time of need, one would adjust to anything. At first I held my husband’s hand, and just looked at the floor, and then it got better…

The walkway became my walking track, with fresh outdoor air to breathe, no need to wear a mask, and a view to lift any mood. So now I walk four to five miles a day. Soon I’ll stop worrying about the extra weight I added at the beginning of our confinement. And I published a book, and started a new one.

Here is my new book, just released last week:

A Dance for Prince Eric: A ballerina with a promising career on the run for her brother’s sake. A charismatic prince who saved them both. Do fairytales exist?

I am also happy to share two new boxes, one with hilarious books and another with tender, emotional stories.

Sweet & Sassy Daddies

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Cute but Crazy

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Party on!

Yesterday, The Authors’ Billboard had the first of three (at least) Cabin Fever Quarantine Reading Party. I kicked off the event at one o’clock Pacific Daylight Time with kudos to all who volunteer to help others. Rule number one for a hostess: make your guest feel at home. Well, since so many folks are tired of being at home, I did my best to make our guests feel comfortable with what they’ve done for others.

Loads of free ebooks and audiobooks were given away outright, plus there were contests to #win some of the bigger prizes. It was fun finding out what everyone was wearing (mostly sweats, pajamas, yoga pants, and tee-shirts), finding companionship with people around the world with our dress and attitudes.

Did you miss out? No worries. FIRST, three of our WEDDING BOX SETS are still #FREE until Sunday, April 19. SECOND, we’re having Facebook Parties at ABB PARTY PLACE for the next two Fridays, plus we’ll be giving away different box sets. Here are the links for the sets available now. Sweet and Sassy Weddings, Sweet and Sassy Brides, and A Wedding She’ll Remember.

FREE BOX SETS! For a limited time.


Remember: set your Calendar/Alexa/Google Home reminders (or put a note on the refrigerator) to come to Facebook’s ABB PARTY PLACE at one o’clock Pacific Daylight Time (which is otherwise known as four o’clock Eastern Daylight Time). We’ll have more #Giveaways and Safe Social Distancing diversions for you with more of the authors from The Authors’ Billboard.

For giggles and guffaws, check out CUTE BUT CRAZY – WACKY, WONDERFUL WOMEN

Here’s the first of The Authors’ Billboard Romantic Comedy sets. It’s a hit! Check out my story, HOW LOVE GROWS, and seven others for only #99cents or read for free with #KINDLEUNLIMITED.

I’m “booking” regular getaways! Are you?

I’m finding it more than a little difficult to believe it’s April 1st already. In fact, as if my brain was trying to prove just how difficult, I originally typed “I’m finding it more than a little difficult to believe it’s April March already.”

(Sheesh! I’m glad I caught the typo. Then again, if there ever was a year when “April-March” was going to be a thing, it would be this year!)

Like a lot of you, my husband and I are self-isolating these days and feeling pretty housebound. It’s harder on him than on me because he’s more social than I am, plus he’s not a reader. (I know. The HORROR. I feel so badly for him. Not joking!.)

I’ve always read a lot (at least two novels a week, usually more), so reading a lot these days is . . . not a change. The consistency of my “schedule” is very comforting, not to mention entertaining, happy sigh giving, educational, etc., etc. etc. I may not be leaving my house much, but I’m traveling all over the place via books and enjoying every type of getaway and fun (or thrilling!) escape you can imagine. 🥰

One thing that is new to me (or that I am new to) is that I decided to try out Kindle Unlimited — as a reader and author.

Amazon is offering great deals on Kindle Unlimited subscriptions right now (1 or 2 months free, depending on your region) and the monthly price is a fantastic deal (just 9.99 a month, or less, depending on where you live). I’m sure I’ll continue to purchase other books because I’m an addict and I want what I want when I want it, LOL — but like I said above, I read voraciously, so I thought it was worth checking out. So far I am wowed by the selection available (especially in the genres I love most: romance, women’s fiction and thrillers).

And then I thought, since I’m enjoying KU so much right now, why not share that book binging joy with my readers—and I put my whole River’s Sigh & B series up in Kindle Unlimited. They’ve never been in KU before; today’s their exciting debut!

If you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber (or you decide to sign up to see if you like it), I hope you “book” a getaway with River’s Sigh B & B, “an incredible place where heartbreak can heal and love can blossom,” according to Amazon reader, LCR. (No suitcase packing or crowded airports necessary.)

You can check out my books here. Enjoy!

Wishing you and yours peace of mind and good health. 💕

Ev