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Holiday Cheer May all your Christmases include an
Invitation to Love. |
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Christmas
Shirley Hailstock's Invitation to Love tells the poignant story of a
woman who is suddenly given a second chance at happiness with
her ex-fiance. Will this be the season Christmas in made merry
again? Can the pain of yesterday be eased with the
healing power of a loving heart?
Excerpt from An Invitation to Love
By
Shirley Hailstock
James had no breath left after Elizabeth's hasty retreat. She was the last person he expected to find on his doorstep, wrapped like a present in a velvet coat trimmed in white fur. He remembered her with shoulder length hair; her eyes bright and dancing, a ready smile always present. Even in anger her dark champagne-colored skin glowed with health. Only her eyes betrayed her. He'd told her her eyes were her best feature. They were also her most revealing. At one point they were dark and mysterious while at other times they were open and full of hurt. He hated to think he'd been responsible for putting the hurt there.
Their names had been linked since childhood. He'd been in love with her since the fifth grade and three years ago he thought he'd be married to her, but then Claire had come and everything between them had changed. Tonight when the package arrived he'd been too afraid to think, too afraid to do more than let it sit on the counter. Then she was the woman standing at the door, he thought the world had tilted in his favor, but she was only there to retrieve it and deliver it to its rightful owner.
He picked up the velvet wrapper. The white fur was soft and feathery, the way her hair felt when he'd dig his fingers into it. He liked the way she looked now and the way her body knew the familiar contours of his.
Looking at the coat in his arms, he remembered another white fur and him wrapping her securely in it. Her brown eyes were huge and warm then, not like the cold ones that had looked at him tonight, but she still had the fire. The kiss had told him that and her fire burned for him, just as much as his burned for her.
"Damn!" he cursed. "Why did Claire have to pick that day to drop her bomb?"
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