The 12 Days of Christmas Book Blitz and Giveaway Day 11!
Mountain
Mistletoe
The
Twelve Days of Christmas #11
by
Kathy Kalmar
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Print
Length: 56 pages
Publisher:
eXtasy Books
Publication
Date: December 20, 2019
A
magical Christmas wedding set in the Great Smoky Mountains is a mere
week away for the polar opposite but identical twins, Storme and
Sunny Weathers. Mistletoe kisses, promises, and every wile Sunny
Weathers had finally inspired Jesse Days to put a ring on her finger.
Now that he's committed, he
promises
nothing will delay this long-awaited wedding day. So when a winter
storm creates holiday havoc in their small town, will the
Snowmageddon blow their chance at happiness or create a Christmas
miracle?
Meanwhile,
Storme Weathers has literally hooked her hubby-to-be Craig Knight,
and he’s chomping at the bit to wed his commitment-phobic fiancée.
But when a series of mishaps befall their Christmas wedding theme,
Storme begins to fear their wedding is doomed. Craig’s hot kisses
keep the flames burning, but are they enough to warm her cold feet
and hold her heart for good?
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Storme
was singing, well, up a storm. Her song of choice? Deck the Halls.
She and her twin, Sunny, were decorating the family Lodge for
Christmas and talking about her upcoming wedding. She picked up a
piping angel and placed it among the evergreens swaging the
fireplace. Her singing stopped while she sent out a quick request.
Gram, please be with me this Christmas, and oh yeah, show up for my
wedding. She knew Gram would be there, if only in spirit. She sighed,
then shook herself back into the holiday spirit, resumed singing with
more vigor, and added a red bow to the garland. She was interrupted
by the televised weather report. “Severe
Winter Watch is issued for the entire lower Midwest through the
south, including the ten-state area. Blizzard-like conditions and
freezing rain turning to snow expected. Wind chills reaching record
lows. Stay tuned for further developments. Download our free weather
alert app to your phone. This is WBIR Channel Ten Tennessee
TV.” Storme
muted the small flat screen television in the office of the
family-owned Sugarlands Lodge as both girls downloaded the
app. “Great,”
Storme muttered. “Just what we need with the wedding …” “No
worries. Come hell or high water, the wedding is a go,” Sunny
chirped. Storme
felt gloomy and downcast as she grumbled, “You mean high
snow.” “You
can use Papa’s sleigh to get you to the church on time. That’d be
cool.” Their
conversation was interrupted—again—by Storme’s cellphone
ringtone Stormy. She warily answered. “This
is Belle from Happily Ever After Bridal…” Storme
sank to the floor, legs outstretched, back to the wall of the family
Lodge, and said in a low voice, “Tell me my gown is ready,
right?” Storme
noticed Sunny was all ears, so she put the phone on speaker. “It
is …” Belle sounded less confident than Storme preferred. “How
do you feel about a high-low hem?” Storme’s
voice rose. “Not good. My Gram’s veil was supposed to be a
high-low, not my gown.” Sunny
whispered. “At least you’d be stylin’.” She
frowned at her sister. Belle
spoke in a rush, “I don’t suppose you have gold sequined
leggings?” Storme
couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No, I do
not!” “Thigh-high
boots? That’ll work too.” Storme
swallowed hard. Just breathe. “Two months ago, when I had my
fitting, you said all it needed was a tuck or two! Now, my gown is
that short?” “Just
in the front. Somehow the alternation slips were pinned on the wrong
pieces. How about I bring the dress over now? I have some
ideas …” Agreeing,
Storme ended the call. “That woman is lying like a
sidewalk.” Sunny’s
voice rose an octave. “Yeah, she might be … wait. You’re using
Gram’s veil? Yesterday, you said you were wearing a white satin
turban.” Storme
grinned. “With a peacock feather for color. That was yesterday.
Today is a different story.” Sunny
tapped her foot, scowling. “I thought we said neither of us would
use Gram’s wedding gown.” “We
did. I am not using her gown.” Sunny
raised a brow. “Same difference.” “Is
not.” “Is
too.” Storme
windmilled her arms. “Shut up! Just stop! I have a wedding
crisis.” “We’ll
figure it out. Think happy, positive thoughts.” “If
it’s not one thing …” “… at
least it’s not our mother. This time. Thank God she’s listening
and is helpfully gathering plenty of mistletoe.” “And
holly. I loved decorating with it.” “I
like the kissing Jesse part. But Craig is right up there. That ring!
“ “Yup.
I love the design. How sweet was that? Topping that with giving me
the little furball of a kitten, Holly. Who gives a kitten ring around
the collar?” Storme fingered a sprig of holly, recalling the moment
from last Christmas Eve … Craig
seemed so serious. “I know it’s not Christmas yet, but my peace
offering … uh … your present needs you.” Rising, he brought the bag
to me. A
loud purr came through as the bag was placed in my lap. “Let
this gift do the talking. It literally speaks for itself.” “What
on earth?” I said, stunned with relief. Craig still wants me!
Wahoo! What more can I ask? “Open
it.” I
did, and a snow-white kitten with a green rhinestone collar and id
tags attached to a sprig of holly looked up at me with eyes as blue
as my own. “Looks
like the cat’s out of the bag,” Sunny quipped. She
thinks she’s so funny, but she so isn’t. My
breath caught in my throat. I was surprised and confused. “Who’s
this?” “Her
name is Holly, and she has something for you. Check her collar.”
Craig nodded toward the kitten. Sunny
gave her a nudge. “Check it out.” I
did. Attached to the collar was an engagement ring flanked with two
emeralds and garnets. It looked like a sprig of holly. Craig
went down on one knee. “This isn’t how I planned it, but I want
to marry you.” “You
do?” “I
do.” “Me
too.” Storme
smiled at the memory, then her sister’s grunt snapped her back to
the present. Sunny
rolled her eyes. “Not remotely funny. Gawd, ring around the collar
from an old detergent commercial? Seriously, give me a
break.” Storme
snickered. “It’s funny to me.” “That
proposal was a Christmas miracle. I thought you’d blown it with him
big time.” “I
sure did! Pushing the best man ever away! I was so afraid of love, my
feelings, and I didn’t want to just, well, live together. I wanted
a real commitment, one I was scared to admit to, much less give.
Makes no sense, does it?” “Your
bad. Technically, when you fell and broke your leg on the path to his
house and had to recuperate there or face living in a rehabilitation
center, you did live with him. Just saying”
Kathy
Kalmar ,born in Detroit Michigan, lives with her husband, Larry and
her Bichon-Maltese mix dog, Valentino. Mother of two adult children
and Grammie to three, love and family influence her writing. Like her
heroine she got her second chance to love when she married Larry in
1981.She writes non-fiction for teachers and parents and children's
fiction. She reads contemporary romance and enjoys to writing them.
She prefers to write in her Smoky Mountain cabin in Tennessee.
Although she enjoys reading, walking, and writing, she excels in hot
tubbing and in sampling generous glasses of wine preferably on
Waikiki Beach.
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