I worked late on Friday night, playing catch up. I was alerted to the shuffle of Humphrey’s little paws, and glanced up to see him bleary-eyed and wearing only his boxer shorts. It was so undignified. I think I gasped. It was so unlike my dear, old-fashioned, and very British bear. He normally thinks of himself as the Hugh Heffner of bears and wears pajamas and a smoking jacket. (You know the look, it kind of goes with the stogies and the whiskey.)
“I can’t sleep,” he said. “I’ve tossed and turned and counted sheep. Bloody sheep. Nothing is working.”
“Don’t cuss, Humphrey. And seriously, you went to bed with the chickens tonight. It’s only eight o’clock.”
“I was tired.”
More like bored, I thought, but resisted commenting. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you. My LARA pal, author, Christine Ashworth, has a new novella, Christmas Star. It just came out today, and I read it this afternoon. Here’s the blurb:
After a whirlwind courtship and surprise proposal, makeup artist Elle Houston is in a fairytale setting, awaiting her Christmas Eve wedding to a movie star. But when the resort’s chef starts cooking, Elle finds that more than her appetite is being tempted, and she realizes just how wrong fairytales can be…
So what do you think? You do like Christmas stories.”
“On the Kindle is it?”
“A very attractive cover. I’ll put on my Christmas socks and sit in the recliner,” Humphrey said and wandered away, already reading.
Two hours later Humphrey touched my elbow and scared the heck out of me.
“You were right. A lovely story,” he said. “And the perfect length.”
Once I could speak, I croaked, “You’re finished already?”
He yawned loudly. “Yes. And here’s what I liked, no spoilers of course. I loved the characters. I also loved the heroine’s distress. How she worked through her situation, not willing to allow glitz and glamour to sway her. It was a lovely story about soul-mates. Like I’ve always said, “when you know, you know.” He yawned noisily again. “Any cocoa? I think that would let me drift off like a baby.”
I nodded. “Two hot chocolates coming right up, Humph.” I’d been craving some all evening.
“FIVE paws. Tell Christine, FIVE paws,” Humphrey called out as he scurried toward the kitchen.
Christmas Star is available at all the usual places. Here is a link to the Amazon page: http://tinyurl.com/khfd44h
BIO: Christine Ashworth grew up listening to the sound of her father’s manual typewriter as he wrote and sold over 300 novels. Now, to her delight, she’s the one writing novels. But as her dad is still writing away, she’s got some major catching up to do. Christine is a romantic from way back, having first picked up Harlequin romances at the age of twelve, then falling in love with bigger books when she swiped her mother’s copy of Rosemary Rogers’ Sweet Savage Love. She’s happily married to an actor/dancer/guitarist/hippy, has two sons, and tends to her garden and her family in southern California. You can read about her cooking, gardening, and wine picks at her website at http://christine-ashworth.com