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About the Author

Linda Lael Miller is the author of seventy historical and contemporary romance novels, many of which are set in the American West. She was awarded the Romance Writers of America's prestigious Lifetime Achievement Award in 2007.

Catherine Mulvany is married, has three children and now lives in the Pacific Northwest.

Roxanne St. Claire left her PR career to write full time. She lives in Florida with her husband and children.

With twenty novels under her belt, USA Today bestselling author Julie Leto has established a reputation for writing ultra-sexy, edgy stories. A Florida native, Julie lives in her hometown of Tampa with her husband, daughter, a very spoiled dachshund, and a large and beloved extended family. She's currently writing the next installment in her Marisela Morales series for Downtown Press, tentatively titled Dirty Little Lies. For more information about Julie's upcoming releases, visit her website at

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From Christmas of the Red Chiefs

Chapter One

The bus door opened with a pneumatic whoosh, alongside the Mega-Pumper gas station, and expelled my twelve-year-old stepdaughter Marlie and me on the exhale. Marlie juggled her backpack and fashionably tiny purse while I schlepped a weekender and my tote bag.

We were the last two passengers, arriving in a place where neither of us wanted to be -- my hometown of Bent Tree Creek, California -- and as we stood there on the asphalt, our ears stinging from a snow-laced breeze and our most recent scathing argument, my heart attempted a swan dive and belly flopped instead.

"It so seriously sucks that we don't even have a car," Marlie said. Toes curled over the edge of the precipice between childhood and raging adolescence, she'd recently morphed from a sweet and very girly girl into the reigning mistress of hormonal contempt.

I raised the collar of my too-thin coat against the bitter cold and stifled a sigh. These days Marlie did enough sighing for both of us, but it wasn't as if she didn't have reason. Her dad and my husband, Craig Wagner, had been killed in the crash of a small private plane eighteen months before. Since then, we'd lost a lot -- the beach bungalow in San Diego, the family printing business, two cars, and a lot of illusions.

At least I'd lost my illusions. Marlie was still clinging to hers, and who could blame her? She was so very young, and the world she'd known before Craig's death had collapsed around her.

Her Real Mother -- recently, Marlie had taken to capitalizing the words every time she uttered them, lest I think for one moment she was talking about me, mama non grata -- worked as a pole dancer in some second-rate club in Reno, when she wasn't in rehab for alcohol and/or drugs. Brenda, stage name: Bambi, was a subject we mostly avoided.

"Yes," I agreed, remembering my vintage MG roadster with a pang. "It sucks that we don't have a car." My eyes burned, but it wasn't an opportune time to cry. I had two rules about shedding tears: I had to be alone, and I had five minutes to feel sorry for myself, max. At first, when I'd found out Craig had let all but one of his life insurance policies lapse, lied to me about our financial situation in general, and left us with a pile of debt, I'd actually set one of those little electronic kitchen timers to make sure I didn't go over the time limit for helpless weeping.

Of course there had been good times with Craig -- he'd been handsome, funny, and full of life, but now those things seemed more like half-forgotten dreams than reality.

While the bus driver unloaded the rest of our earthly belongings -- stuffed into four large suitcases and two moving boxes sealed with copious amounts of duct tape -- Marlie took in her new surroundings.

It was 4:30 on a late-November afternoon, and Bent Tree Creek wasn't exactly the western version of a Norman Rockwell village, the way I remembered it. The town is rimmed by pine forests on three sides, but between the exhaust fumes from the bus and the gasoline odor from the Mega-Pumper, I couldn't catch even a whiff of evergreen.

"Is somebody coming to get us or are we just going to stand here all night?" Marlie pressed, peevish. I knew she was tired, hungry, and scared, and I wanted to reassure her, not let her see that I was pretty much in the same uncertain place at the moment.

I moved to touch her shoulder, but then thought better of the gesture. Seven years before, when Craig and I got married, following a too-short courtship, Marlie was only five, a gawky little thing with moppet eyes and a lisp. After an initial and entirely natural period of wariness, she'd accepted me as an understudy for the role of Mom, but now I wasn't even in the running for the part.

Don't call us, we'll call you.

Lately, it seemed she blamed me for everything, from the federal deficit to our present situation. Oh, yes. If it hadn't been for me, Marlie Rose Wagner would be living the perfect life.

"I want to go to Reno and move in with Mom," Marlie said.

I bit my lower lip and refrained from pointing out the obvious flaws in that fantasy. Brenda/Bambi had abandoned Marlie when she was two -- Craig had come home to find his daughter wailing in a playpen in their apartment, wearing a soggy diaper and waving a long-empty bottle. Brenda hadn't been back since, and except for the odd email, phone call, birthday card, or box of Christmas candy, she never initiated any sort of contact.

Emotionally, I was on the ragged edge. Once I'd been so sure of myself -- singing all the time and indulging in one of my favorite hobbies, trying new recipes. Converting standard comfort foods to low-fat, low-calorie versions, much to the delight of my friends, who were all busy career women on diets.

Where had those friends gone?

Where had the joy gone?

When had I stopped singing?

"You know you can't go to Reno," I said, bringing myself firmly back into the present moment, difficult as it was, and with hard-won moderation. It would have been easier to point out that Bambi wasn't exactly in the running for Mother of the Year, or offer the kid a ticket and wish her a good trip, but in the first place, I loved Marlie, even if she wasn't particularly fond of me, and in the second, we both knew it was a spindly threat. Brenda was too busy being Bambi to bother with a twelve-year-old.

The bus pulled out, flinging back a biting spray of slush.

Cars came and went from the Mega-Pumper.

Families strolled in and out of Roy's Café, across the street. Old-fashioned bulb lights edged the windows at Roy's, and maybe it's an indication of my state of mind that I noticed several of them were burned out.

I began to wonder if Delores had forgotten we were coming.

Delores Sullivan was my dad's only sister, and my sole living blood relative, but she and I weren't exactly close. When she'd called in a panic just a week before and asked if I'd come back to Bent Tree Creek and help her run Barrels of Carols, I'd reluctantly agreed. My latest dead-end job had just fizzled and I didn't have another one on the line -- plus, all my friends had either left Southern California or dived into new relationships, leaving me with just acquaintances, so I was at loose ends in more ways than one. Marlie and I had been camping out in a neighbor's guest house while the family was in Europe, but now the Brittons were back, with a couple of exchange students in tow, and they needed the space.

Meanwhile, back here in the Present Moment, it was getting colder, and darker.

I got out my paid-in-advance cellphone, the last vestige of my old life, and struggled to remember Delores's number. Like I said, we weren't close.

The little panel read No service.

I hoped that wasn't a metaphor -- an omen for the way things would go between Delores and me.

"We ought to at least move our stuff," Marlie said, as the snow began to come down in earnest.

"Good idea," I answered, injecting a lot of false cheer into my voice, and moved to pick up one of the big suitcases. I tend to think in allegories, and just then, those Vuitton knockoffs seemed like more than containers for my clothes. They were symbols of my personal baggage. I'd gone to college. I'd fallen in love with a man and built a life, made friends. Refined my cooking skills and sung in a community choir.

How could it all have come down to this?

The largest of the bags didn't have wheels and lifting it was out of the question. I was just starting to drag the thing toward the door of the Mega-Pumper when a blue van whipped into the lot and came to a stop about three feet in front of Marlie and me.

The window on the driver's side whirred down.

A square-jawed man with ebony eyes and dark hair pulled back into a ponytail looked me over pensively. I felt a visceral zap when our gazes connected and immediately took an inner leap back. Once I'd trusted my instincts, but no more. Craig had cured me of that.

I motioned for Marlie to stay behind me.

"Are you Sarah?" asked the van man. There was something tender and knowing in his eyes, but I saw caution there, too.

I nodded. "Yes."

Nothing could have prepared me for the sudden flash of his grin. Like a supernova, it transformed his whole face and set something quivering deep inside me. He shoved open the van door and bounded out, one hand extended. Lean and muscular, with an air of controlled power, he wore jeans, a polo shirt, and a battered leather jacket.

"Joe Courtland," he said. "Delores sent me to pick you up."

I hesitated, then shook his hand.

He looked past me, grinned at Marlie.

Inside the van, a dog barked, and the faces of two small boys appeared in the window, curious and somehow hopeful.

"Are you a serial killer?" Marlie asked.

"No," Joe Courtland answered, suppressing another nuclear-powered grin. "I'm a music teacher."

Serial killers and music teachers weren't necessarily exclusive, I reasoned, and he was, after all, driving a van. Plus, there was the electricity, a sort of invisible charge in the air that made me want to chase after the departing bus, get back on, and keep going.

"Where's Delores?" I asked. There might have been some suspicion in my voice. Like I said, my aunt and I hadn't exactly bonded. I barely knew her, and when I needed her most, she'd shuffled me out of her life so fast it took my breath away.

Joe looked me over thoughtfully, as though taking my measure and finding me a few light-years short of whatever standard he'd had in mind, then rounded the van and pulled open the rear doors. "She broke her ankle yesterday," he said, tight-jawed, returning and gripping the handles of the two large suitcases. "Then there was a crisis with one of the carolers."

Delores provided singers for malls, hospitals, office parties, and the like. It was a thriving operation, as I understood it, and with Thanksgiving only a ... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 432 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket (October 26, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 145160940X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1451609400
  • Product Dimensions: 6.8 x 4.3 x 1.1 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (14 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,200,098 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Melissa on January 5, 2007
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Christmas of the Red Chiefs by Linda Lael Miller

When Sarah has no where else to go, she and her step-daughter return to her hometown and move in with her aunt. Sarah, a recent widow is without funds, a career and has a stormy relationship with her step-daughter. Although Sarah thinks her situation can't get any worse, she arrives to find her aunt recuperating from a broken ankle and Sarah is forced to run her aunt's carolling business. Sarah finds herself drawn to the widower next door, Joe. Will Joe show Sarah how to find joy in the season?

Christmas of the Red Chiefs by Linda Lael Miller is a great opener to this terrific anthology! Heart-warmingly romantic with a satisfying ending, Christmas of the Red Chiefs put me into the Christmas frame of mind.

Once Upon a Christmas by Catherine Mulvany

Hailey and Thomas missed their chance at romance as teenagers. Now that they are all grown up, the pair lead separate lives. With some angelic help, Hailey and Thomas are brought together for Christmas. Given this second chance, will Hailey and Thomas find happiness together?

In Once Upon a Christmas Catherine Mulvany crafts a tale that appeals to my romantic heart. I love second chances. This was one of my favorite stories in the anthology. Once Upon a Christmas has plenty of romance and Christmas spirit!

Meltdown by Julie Leto

Isabel Ruiz is charged with the task to thaw out the image of CEO Simon Brennan. Little does Isabel know, whenever Simon thinks of her, frost is the furtherest thing from his mind. Simon finds the PR whiz sultry and exciting. With the help of some Christmas magic, can Isabel and Simon's working relationship develop into love?

Julie Leto's Meltdown is a wiggle worthy read! Hot Hot Hot!
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on October 1, 2006
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"Christmas of the Red Chiefs" by Linda Lael Miller. Her husband's sudden death has devastated Sarah Wagner, who has financial woes and a twelve year old stepdaughter Marlie who resents and hates her. The only light in her life is her secret attraction to music teacher Joe Courtland, who is writing a tribute to his late wife while raising twins.

"Once Upon a Christmas" by Catherine Mulvany. Growing up, Hailey Miller was in love with Kennedy MacCormack, but he never gave her a second look as she was the daughter of help on his family ranch. A few years later, Kennedy wants to make love with Hailey, who thinks he is the answer to her prayers until his twin Thomas catches them together. It will take a few years, and a loving spirit for her to get past her youthful humiliation.

"Meltdown" by Julie Leto. The not for profit organization board tasks public relations manager Isabel Ruiz to soften the hard-nosed image of CEO Simon Brennan; if she fails both will be fired as that is a key element of his position. Simon believes this is foolishness as he cares what happens but is professional about it; still Isabel wants to make him smile in the boardroom and bedroom.

"You Can Count On Me" by Roxanne St. Claire. Bullet Catcher employee Raquel Durant is elated that she is finally assigned field work alone. Her assignment is to protect eight years old Kristina Nyekovic. The task is deemed simple and safe for a rookie to handle. However, someone steals a valuable object belonging to Kristina's dad followed by the snatch of the child. Raquel plans to retrieve both safely.

These are four fun Christmas romances that will have readers home to finish a novella a night.

Harriet Klausner
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By V. Hunter on December 17, 2009
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I thoroughly enjoyed all 4 of the stories included in this collection. They were well written and had a nice mix of romance and passion. Definitely a good choice to warm you up on a cold winter night.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By L. Cooper on November 2, 2006
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Christmas and romance...what a wonderful combination. The stories in "I'll Be Home for Christmas" go beyond the usual hearth and home variety and are sure to warm you to your toes. I enjoyed them all.

Linda Lael Miller's "Christmas of the Red Chiefs" has a traditional tone and an endearing family atmosphere. Joe Courtland is a real keeper.

Catherine Mulvany's "Once upon a Christmas" is a magical, flirty tale.

My favorite stories, though, are Julie Leto's "Meltdown" and Roxanne St Claire's "You Can Count On Me." The sexy, exotic characters are absolutely scrumptious.

Plus, St Claire adds a tingling thrill to the Christmas season with a fabulous New York setting, a gorgeous, passionate foreigner, and a bullet catcher heroine. (I've been anticipating the arrival of a female bodyguard, and I wasn't disappointed)

Overall, this is a fun read that's definitely a terrific jump-start to the holiday season.
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I actually purchaed this book specifically for this story. I'm a huge fan of St. Claire's and especially her Bullet Catcher Series. YOU CAN COUNT ON ME, is actually the third book her this series.

Roxanne's characters are always full of heat, heart, spunk, charm and her latest bodyguard Raquel Durand is no exception. There is a scene in the limo with a sexy Russian and some vodka that will knock your socks off!

If you haven't read any of the series, here's a profile of Raquel from the author's website:

"Raquel Durant is about to get the promotion of her dreams. She's worked for three years as Lucy's right hand investigator, helping run The Bullet Catchers while she launched extensive background checks on suspects, tracked missing people and generally Made Things Happen like no one else. But Raquel is ready for field work and in December, she gets her first assignment. However, nothing about the "simple" job is simple...starting with the sexy fomer KGB agent who takes Raquel on a search for missing Faberge eggs and teaches her an entirely new technique for drinking vodka. And it doesn't involve...clothes. "

Again, Roxanne St.Claire has delighted this reader and fan of The Bullet Catchers! You won't want to miss this entertaining series.
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