Well, it's roasting hot here in southeast Texas. I've been keeping cool by writing the next romantic thriller set on the Texas Gulf Coast, just north of the border with Mexico. Christmas comes to the Texas Riviera with the usual body count, but lots of love thrown in. This is novel #5 in the Edge of Texas series.
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Since it rarely (and I mean RARELY) snows down here, we have slightly different Christmas and holiday traditions than our northern neighbors, but I remember making forts and having snowball fights as a kid in Oklahoma. One of our adopted traditions down here in Texas is to have tamales on New Year's Day for good luck. This is served right alongside the black-eyed peas and greens...Can't have too much good fortune and prosperity. What kind of holiday traditions do you celebrate in your family?
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The Christmas novel is tentatively titled BAD SPIRITS. This excerpt is from the beginning and shows what's going on with two of the couples whose lives are twined together in The Edge of Texas. I hope you enjoy the excerpt.
Christmas
at Home
December 15
Something
about her face always brought a little clutch of joy to his chest. My wife.
Rafael
Solis had just pulled up in the parking lot in front of his condo. From his
tenth-floor vantage point he had always enjoyed a clear view of the bay.
His
current view was centered on the lovely Chloe Solis as she maneuvered both his
children from their car seats in back of the Escalade.
He
turned off the ignition and sat in his department vehicle for a moment,
smiling.
The wind
was blowing off the bay. Chloe grasped four-year-old Lacy’s hand and clutched
Daniel close to her chest. Her hair blew forward, and she turned into the wind
to get it out of her eyes. She spotted him and a grin lit up her face. She
commanded his presence with an upward jerk of her chin.
Rafael
chuckled and swung out of the cruiser, pocketing the keys.
She
gave out an exasperated sound in greeting. “And just when were you going to
come to my aid, Mr. Raffy Solis?”
He
reached for Daniel. “Sorry, baby. I was just admiring the scenery.”
“Less
admiring and more man power, please.”
“Want
me to grab those packages?” He nodded at the bundles filling the rear of the
SUV.
“No, I
want you to take Lacy while I bring some surprises inside.”
He
squatted down to lift Lacy in his other arm. “Surprises?”
“Yes,
I’m allowed to have surprises. Santa Claus isn't the only one with a naughty or
nice list.”
He
grinned at her. “And which list am I on?”
She
laughed. “Both. Now, head for the elevator and I’ll be right behind you.”
“Not
close enough. I will wait for you.” He still had nightmares about his
near-misses with Chloe. Her sometimes rash actions had given him a couple of
serious scares.
“Wait
inside out of the wind. The children don’t need to be out in this gale.”
“I
will be watching you from inside the lobby.” He fixed her with a stern glare.
“Yes,
Sheriff. You can watch me, but you can’t peek.”
Rafael
turned toward the entrance and carried his children inside. He turned to watch
as she opened the back of the Escalade and gathered an armload of packages.
“Careful, baby,” he said under his breath.
She
made her way to the entrance and Rafael backed against the door to open it for
her.
“Thanks,”
she murmured. “Do not look at these p-r-e-s-e-n-t-s.”
“Not
looking.” He stepped inside and followed her across the lobby. “Lacy, push the
elevator for daddy.” He leaned down to allow his daughter to punch the up
button. “Good girl.”
Lacy
flashed a grin and squeezed his neck with both arms.
As
they rode up to the tenth floor, he stole a glance at Chloe’s face. She looked
happy and that made him happy. “Did you find something for your mom,” he asked.
“Noooo.
She is the hardest person on the planet to shop for.”
“That doesn't sound right. Your mom is so down to earth. Just get her a gift card.”
“I
can’t do that. A gift card is so impersonal.”
He
cleared his throat. “Isn't that what we’re giving my parents?”
She
blew out an exasperated breath. “And I’m giving them some nice framed pictures
of the kids. They’re lucky to be on my shopping list at all.”
He
chuckled, knowing full well why they weren't rating higher on Chloe’s ‘nice’
list. His mother’s efforts to break them up in high school had resulted in
Chloe leaving him. Got her back, thank
you very much. The elevator came to a stop and the doors swished apart. He
trailed behind her to their condominium and managed to juggle kids and keys to
open the door.
“I’m
going to stash this stuff and you three stay right there.” Chloe disappeared in
their bedroom and kicked the door shut behind her.
He set
Lacy on her feet and put Daniel on the leather sofa. “Let’s get your coats
off.” He took Lacy’s jacket and knit cap and draped them over a coat rack close
to the front door and began the task of unwrapping Daniel. He pulled off the
knit cap with ear flaps and tousled his dark curls. “That’s my boy,” he growled
and grinned as Daniel giggled and kicked in response. “Chloe, I have a wet boy
in here. Can you bring me a diaper and wipes?”
She
backed into the room with a disposable diaper and a tub of wet wipes and closed
the door firmly behind her. “Here you go.” She set them down on the sofa beside
them. “Is everybody hungry?”
“Yes,”
Lacy crowed. “I want ‘paghetti.”
“One
vote for spaghetti. Any other requests?”
“Anything
is fine with me,” Rafael said while finishing cleaning his son. “I’m just glad
to be home.”
Chloe
gave him a long look and took a few steps to the kitchen. “Hard day?”
Rafael
scooped Daniel up and deposited him in his play pen. “Just a day.” He tried not
to bring home his work-related issues, preferring to leave it all behind. His
home was his sanctuary and his family would be sheltered from the ugliness he
dealt with on a daily basis.
He
tossed the soiled diaper and washed his hands in the sink. “You know what I
would like?”
She
turned from the refrigerator with a head of romaine lettuce and a bag of
tomatoes. “What?”
“I
would like a kiss from my busy wife, and I would like it right now.” He
divested her of the veggies and placed them on the counter top.
Her
expression softened, morphing to one of tenderness. “I can help you out with
that.” She stepped into his embrace and offered up her face.
Rafael
kissed her, savoring her lips, pressing her softness against his frame. Deliciosa.
“Would
you like to start off with a salad?” she asked.
“Whatever
you want to make is fine.” He grabbed another quick kiss and released her.
“What I would like is a real Christmas tree. I’ll head over to Harlingen tomorrow after work and pick out a
really nice one.”
She
whirled around to gaze at him. “Really? I got us a nice artificial tree. It’s
pretty and convenient to store.” She looked at him hopefully. “And it doesn't shed.”
He
gave her an elaborate eye-roll. “Come on. A real tree smells like Christmas.”
“I got
some pine scent spray.”
“Ugh!
Not the same thing. You can do whatever else you want, but I insist on a real
tree. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll find us the perfect tree.”
“Okay,”
she said, using the same voice she used on Lacy when she was being petulant.
“I get
your point,” he said. “But I’m holding firm on this one. Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without a real tree.”
~*~
“Hello,
my Bridget, my beautiful baby girl.” Darla gazed in rapture at the lovely
infant in her arms. Brushing her fingertips over the fine wisps of red hair,
perhaps a bit lighter than her own, she marveled that she had created such a
perfect miniature creature. Of course she’d had a little help. She gazed into
the same silvery-blue eyes that set her husband apart from the everyday Adonis.
The blue eyes, the rugged features, the
set of his jaw, and oh, yes, that fine muscular body of his.
Mike
was ridiculous. His grin went viral every time he caught her eye.
Yeah, Mr. Burke. I got your number. You
would be so happy if I just stayed home and played mommy, wouldn't you? She
was still out on maternity leave from her job as deputy in the sheriff’s
office. She hadn't thought she would be so content to stay home with her twin
boys and this new little addition, but, so far...it was going okay.
She
watched as Mike laid a fire in the fireplace he had recently added to their
home. There seemed to be no end to his talents.
This
house had been a small, two-bedroom without any particular distinguishing
characteristics. That was before she married this big gorgeous specimen. He had
doubled the size of her home by adding on a master bedroom wing that elled
around the back of the house and looked out onto the elaborate deck he had also
built. Now he was talking about ripping out her tiny kitchen and bumping it out
to include a family room. Whatever you
want to do is fine with me. You have better taste than I do anyway.
“Do
you want me to pick up a tree when I’m out tomorrow?” he called over her
shoulder.
“Oh,
we have a tree,” she said. “It’s in the garage.”
He
stood and stuck his hands in the pockets of his camo pants, no doubt left over
from his soldiering days. “Um…no we don’t.”
“What?”
She sat up, jostling Bridget in doing so. “Where could it have gone? I know
exactly where I put it last year.”
“I…uh,
I tossed it out. Seriously, babe, it was gross. How long have you had that
ratty old thing anyway?”
“You
threw it out?” The breath in her lungs seemed to be frozen. How could you? I've had that tree since…
She heaved a sigh. “You’re right. It was getting to be pretty ratty.”
“We
can get a new one. And maybe some new ornaments too.” He sounded confident, but
he sent her a questioning glance.
“Yeah,
whatever.”
He
flashed a boyish grin. “I’ll take Kip and Tad. They can help me pick out the
perfect tree. You and baby girl stay here out of the wind. It’s pretty brisk
out there.”
He had
fallen into the habit of calling his unborn daughter Baby Girl Burke before she
made her appearance. Now, although he had agreed on naming her after St.
Bridget, the first female saint in Ireland and a favorite of the
entire Bailey clan, she would probably always be baby girl to her doting daddy.
“Mike, I've lived here all my life. I managed to get the boys this far without killing
them off with a gust of wind from the bay. I do know to cover her up when we’re
outside.”
“Yes,
your Snarkiness.” He grinned at her. “Just be careful. Don’t take any chances.”
He came to stand beside her and placed one of his big, paw-like hands on her
head, stroking it over her hair with remarkable gentleness. “I’m in love with
you and with baby girl. I can’t help but be a little protective.”
She
gazed up into his eyes. Her daughter’s eyes set into a rugged manly face. I’m powerless to resist. “I know. Sorry.
I’m not a very patient person.”
He
mimicked a stricken expression. “No!”
“Shut
up, smart mouth.” She grinned. “I’m trying to chill out and be a mom for a
while, but it’s not easy.”
“I've noticed. I want to protect you and you want to go out and shoot people.”
“I do
not! I just miss the day-to-day action. I miss the team.” She broke off,
realizing that he, having given up his career as a federal agent, must miss the
same things. “I’m sorry, Mike. I know you gave up so much to marry me…to marry
us. You’re doing such a great job of being a husband and you’re an awesome dad.
I’ll try to be a better wife.” She grabbed his hand and laid her cheek against
it. “I love you.”
He
squatted down beside her. “Don’t worry, Darla. We’ll get this right.” He
planted a kiss against her temple and went back to his fire-building. “This is
our first Christmas as a family and I want everything to be perfect.
She
chortled and adjusted Bridget on her shoulder. “Well, take a number. You’re a
Bailey by marriage and mom has the market cornered on making a big production
number out of Christmas. We will be allowed to celebrate Christmas eve here in
our own home, but Christmas day will be spent at the Bailey patriarchal
household where we will be showered with presents and stuffed with every kind
of goodie you can imagine.”
He
kept his gaze averted. “Sounds great.” His voice sounded strained.
A stab
of pain seared through her chest when she grasped that Mike had never enjoyed
the kind of family events she had always taken for granted. His mother had
abandoned him at a very young age and he had grown up with his grandfather, a
carpenter who taught Mike his skills.
She
cleared her throat. “I mean, I want us to have a chance to make our own
Christmas traditions. I’m not going back to work for a while, so I want to make
our first year very special.”
He
raised his head to glance her way.
Encouraged,
she went on. “This is Bridget’s first Christmas, and it’s our first Christmas
as husband and wife.”
He
flashed a grin, signaling his return to good humor. “And it’s the first year
for me to be a dad to the boys. I want it to be special for them too.”
“Oh,
Mike.” She blinked back tears. “You do so much every day to make my life
better. The best thing is the way you treat my boys. They needed you as much as
I did.”
He
smiled and came back over to her. Squatting down close to her, he cupped her
cheek in his hand and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “That’s about the
nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
~*~
