Friday’s Feature

Today’s Featured Book:

I’m starting a new series on this blog featuring a book every Friday. I’ll tell you about the book, share an excerpt and introduce you to the author. Since we are on the downward stretch towards the holidays, throughout the next few months I will be featuring Christmas novellas.

Last summer, Anaiah Press contracted with me for the publication of my first novella, Angelica’s Christmas Wish. It was released in November 2019. Since this is the book that started me on the path of traditional publishing, I am featuring it first in this new blog series.

About the book:

When Serena Cole sees a car careening toward a little girl, she jumps in to save the child with no thought for her own safety. Later, Serena wakes up in the hospital with amnesia. Everyone calls her a hero, but she doesn’t recall anything–not even her own name.

Mark Harper, the child’s widowed father, isn’t looking for romance, but the beautiful stranger who saved his daughter’s life captures his interest. When no one steps up to identify her, he brings her home with him. He doesn’t realize that his decision may make his daughter’s Christmas wish come true.

Excerpt from Angelica’s Christmas Wish:

Mark walked down the hall toward the patient’s room. Perspiration dampened his palms. He rubbed them on his jeans, then took a deep breath before entering the room.

She’d been crying, and her eyes were puffy. Her gently sloped nose was red. Yet she was even prettier than he remembered.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“You aren’t bothering me. I’m glad you called. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I thought someone would come by now.”

“Maybe they don’t know where to look.”

She brushed away her tears.

Mark handed her a tissue. “You have an accent. Did you know that?”

“What kind of accent?”

“A southern accent. You’re not originally from Chicago.”

Her brow furrowed. “What am I doing here, then?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure someone is looking for you.”

“Are you sure?”

At the hope in her voice, he wanted to be sure. Instead, he squeezed her hand. With his other hand, he brushed her hair back from her forehead. She flinched as he touched her bruise. “Sorry. It looks very painful.” He dropped his hands to his sides. “I saw videos of the accident on the news last night. What you did was very brave.”

She dipped her chin and blushed, as if she wasn’t used to receiving compliments. “I don’t feel like I’m a very brave person.”

“Maybe it was an adrenaline rush. I’ve heard that people can be very heroic in desperate circumstances. You saw a child in danger and responded. You didn’t even think about the fact that you were putting yourself in danger.” The fact that it was his child she had risked her life for made him admire her more.

Head lowered, she focused on a snag in the thermal blanket. She stuck her finger through the looped thread and toyed with it.

Mark sat in the vinyl recliner. It looked like he might be here awhile. He should be home in bed, sound asleep. Instead, he was keeping a frightened stranger company.

About the Author:

Carol Underhill lives in a small village in rural Michigan. She is mom to three adult children and a spoiled Lab. Her household also includes several rescued cats. She likes flavored coffee, finding new authors and binge-reading their books. She enjoys music and has a playlist for every mood.

You can follow my writing journey:

http://www.facebook.com/authorcarolunderhill

http://www.twitter/underhill7

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