All the proceeds will go to Boston University to help Dr. Ed Damiano (who also has a son with Type 1) finish engineering the artificial pancreas. Why is his work important? Because the artificial pancreas will go far toward helping insulin-dependent diabetics remain healthy until that elusive biological cure can be found. So, please, pre-order this boxed set today and encourage your friends and family to do the same. You'll get many hours of enjoyable reading in exchange for a small donation that will help a lot of people.
Q & A With The Author:
3. What do you fear most?
War.
4. What is your largest unfulfilled dream, and what are you
doing to reach it?
Finding a cure
for diabetes research. I'm doing all the fundraising I can to reach it. :)
All the Assorted Author's links are on the book's Amazon page:
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For Mary Sullivan Christmas has always been about family. As she hangs her ornaments, she's swept back to the first days of her whirlwind romance with her husband--and the love that would be the foundation on which they built their family.
“FINDING EACH OTHER” by Melody Anne
Brayden Steele gave up his love of Christmas many years ago when he lost his mother and father in a car wreck. But the magic hasn’t given up on him.
“BEFORE THAT PROMISE” by Violet Duke
If anyone can make Drew Lawson believe in the magic of Christmas, it's the girl-next-door he's classified as completely off-limits.
“CELEBRATION AFTER DARK” by Marie Force
On the occasion of their 40th wedding anniversary, Big Mac and Linda McCarthy take a look back at how they came to be, while each of their children confront a new challenge in their own lives.
“SPIRIT OF THE SEASON” by Heather Graham”
While struggling to raise her newly orphaned nephew, Davey, widow Becky Wexham must deal with the feelings she experiences when she once again comes into contact with Tim Yeagher, an old flame and Davey's Little League coach.
“A DUNDEE CHRISTMAS” by Brenda Novak
Welcome to Dundee, Idaho, where the town is small but the hearts of the people living in it are large. A woman seeking refuge in an unfamiliar town during a snowstorm is taken in by a man who helps her discover a new sense of home.
“UNMATCHABLE” by Laurelin Paige and Kayti McGee
After Jane Osborne is unceremoniously dumped by a rich man, and then invited to his wedding, on (Christmas Eve no less), she decides to hire a date from Craigslist and pass him off as an upgrade.
“CHRISTMAS MIRACLE FOR DAISY” by Jane Porter
When his goddaughter, Daisy, is orphaned, confirmed bachelor Cormac Sheenan adopts her. All goes well until Marietta's seasonal Santa Claus promises his daughter a mommy for Christmas.
“CHRISTMAS WISH: A HOPE FALLS HOLIDAY NOVELLA” by Melanie Shawn
For the movie star and the single mom, will a Christmas Wish become their new reality?
“A COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE” by RaeAnne Thayne
Widow and caterer Jenna Wheeler is determined to spin Christmas into the stuff of magic for her four children, even if that means helping out her new landlord, sexy billionaire Carson McRaven..
"THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS" by Melinda Curtis
Simon Castle' s on his way to a make-or-break meeting unseasonably scheduled for December 25--until the gorgeous redhead subbing for his limo driver takes him on a detour.
“GINGERBREAD DREAMS” by Anna J. Stewart
Can carpenter Hamish MacFadden show free-spirit Essie Goodman how magical family--and Christmas--can be?
“CRUEL INTENTIONS” by Scarlett York
For fans of Pretty Little Liars…It’s hard to be a rhinestone in a diamond world...I was far from living the dream, but now I'm stuck in a nightmare of lies, deceit....and murder. Merry Christmas to me.
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Snippet:
“SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR,” Brent said. “I’d get it, but…I’m a little tied
up here.”
Ken Holbrook lifted his head. They were working in the area off the
kitchen, which was
next to the living room, but he hadn’t heard anything. “I don’t think
so.”
“You might want to check. Maybe Mom and Gabe came up, even though we
told them to let
us get the cabin out of mothballs first.”
“No, they had other plans.” If anyone was at the door, it was more
likely their real father.
Since Ken had returned to Dundee, Russ had been dogging his every step,
doing his damnedest
to talk him into yet another loan, which he called “an infusion of
working capital,” for whatever
business he was starting next. “No one’s here,” Ken said, hoping it was
true. “There’s a storm
watch on.”
Scooting over to get to his toolbox, Brent dug around blind since he
was lying on his back
and still had his head partway inside the furnace. He retrieved his
wrench, then froze at the sound
of a light tap. “There it is again. I’m pretty sure that’s a knock.”
This time Ken heard it, too. Had Brent invited Russ to the cabin? It’d
be like him. Brent
didn’t feel the same resentment toward their father that Ken did. He’d
been in elementary school
when Russ was busy screwing up their lives, which had somehow imbued
him with more
forgiveness. But Ken didn’t ask Brent, didn’t want to talk about Russ,
because he knew it would
lead to an argument. Russ was the only thing they ever argued about.
With the wind kicking up, Ken still held out hope that it wasn’t a
visitor, especially their
father. “I’ll see what’s going on. Just get the damn furnace fixed.”
Leaving the cardboard box he’d been unpacking, Ken strode into the
living room and peered
through the peephole Gabe had drilled in the front door when their
mother married him and they
came to stay in this cabin that first summer. They didn’t have any
heat, so Ken didn’t plan on
opening it if he didn’t have to. It was already cold enough to see his
breath. But the moment he
saw a petite woman with long dark hair standing on the porch without a
hat, boots or much of a
coat, he yanked the door wide—and gaped at the zip-up sweatshirt she
wore with blue jeans and
snow-covered tennis shoes.
They had a visitor, all right. But it wasn’t their father….
Angling his head, he scanned the drive for a vehicle.
Other than his own Land Rover, which he’d parked outside because there
wasn’t room in the
garage, he couldn’t see one. How had she gotten so far into the
mountains without a car, and
dressed like that? “Can I help you?” he said uncertainly.
Chocolate-dark eyes, framed with the longest lashes he’d ever seen,
appealed to him from a
café au lait face. She was somewhere in her mid-twenties, and she was
pretty. Really pretty. It
was like finding Salma Hayek on his doorstep. But he was fairly
confident the lack of color in
her lips wasn’t a good thing.
“I—I’m Cierra,” she said, rolling the r’s, and reached out to give him
a piece of paper that’d
been crushed in one hand. Before he could accept it, however, she
swayed and would’ve fallen
had he not let it go and caught her instead.
“Brent!”
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