A Gift from the Stars, Book 1 of The Regency Star Travelers, is my latest, and adds a bit of science fiction to the mostly Regency tale. The setting is the English countryside in December, and the gift is a mysterious crystal left behind when a space ship takes off after landing beside the heroine's house. The story also contains a wolf, the two-tailed comet of 1811, meteors, a wounded hero and a daring heroine. Whew! Did I get everything?
Mistletoe Everywhere adds some fantasy to Christmas. The hero sees mistletoe over the lady who jilted him, mistletoe only he can see. The heroine never wants to see the hero again because he called off their betrothal. Who's right? There are the estranged lovers, lots of mistletoe, real or supernatural, and the hero becomes the butt of mistletoe jokes.
Buy links below. Note, Mistletoe Everywhere and all ebooks are 25% off at The Wild Rose Press website through December 25, 2013.
A Gift from the Stars
The Regency Star Travelers--where the Regency and outer space meet with romance.
A man who sees mistletoe everywhere is mad--or in love.
Charles sees mistletoe. Not surprising, since he's spending Christmas at Mistletoe Manor. But why does no one else see it? And why does it always appear above Penelope, the despised lady who jilted him after their last meeting?
Penelope wants nothing to do with the faithless Charles, the man who cried off after she accepted his marriage proposal. But he still stirs her heart--and he stares at her all the time. Or rather, he stares at the empty ceiling over her head…What does he see?
According to folklore, mistletoe is the plant of peace. Can Penelope and Charles, so full of hurt and anger, heed the mistletoe's message and make peace?
After Charles had heaped his plate with more food than he wanted, he took one of the empty chairs at the table bottom, as far from Penelope as possible.
His tensed muscles eased as he joked with his friends. Smythe made a comment and Charles turned to answer. He caught sight of Penelope…and a monstrous bunch of mistletoe above her.
"Gordon? What is it?" Smythe swiveled in the direction Charles was staring. He looked up and down, and from one side to the other. "I say, with your mouth hanging open like that, you must see something spectacular, but damned if I know what it is."
With an audible click, Charles clamped his jaw shut. "I thought I saw…" He forced his gaze back to his companion. "Nothing. I imagined I saw mistletoe."
Smythe's eyebrows rose. "Mistletoe?"
"Yes. The house is named 'Mistletoe Manor', so the place is filled with mistletoe decorations. Pictures, wall hangings, ceiling trim, whatnot."
"Indeed." Smythe's eyebrows rose higher. "That 'mistletoe' you saw is over that Miss Lawrence. Lovely little filly." His lips curved into a knowing grin. "My jaw dropped the first time I saw her, too."
Charles stiffened. "I was not looking at Miss Lawrence. I believed I saw mistletoe over her."
"'Mistletoe'." Symthe's grin widened. "Of course."