A New Christmas Romance Giveaway

by | Dec 5, 2022 | Blog, Christmas | 24 comments

Based on reader response, you enjoyed being introduced to author Donna Schlachter and her Christmas anthology. Today Donna provides a peek into the newly released book in her Christmas romance series. Don’t miss your chance to win a copy. See details below.

A Mommy By Christmas: Book 2 of A Christmas Ridge Romance series – with Giveaway

Tasmyn Wright, consigned to remain single if that’s what God wants, is lonely. Maybe she needs a fur-pet. On a whim, she visits the local animal shelter. A delightful man about her own age helps her choose her new housemate, a long-haired calico she promptly names Belle because the creature is so beautiful. And as captivated as she is with her choice, the kind man at the shelter takes up far too much of her thoughts. But with a new member of her household, her work-at-home job as a print broker, and her volunteer work at the community care center, she has no time for romance.

Wim Sutton, the widowed father of seven-year-old Noah, loves his job as veterinarian at the shelter. Not only does he get to fix up sick or injured animals, he thrills at matching adoptees with their forever families. Take Tasmyn Wright, for example. Clearly Belle was in kitty heaven-on-earth. Still, he senses the cat will have its work cut out if it’s going to bring Tasmyn out of her shell. Although she occupies a good deal of his thoughts, he needs to focus on his son and his job. Since his wife’s passing suddenly from cancer the year before, Noah has struggled in school and in church. No, he needs to focus on his own family before he even thinks about expanding it.

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About Donna:

A hybrid author, Donna writes squeaky clean historical and contemporary suspense. She has been published more than 50 times in books; is a member of several writers groups; facilitates a critique group; teaches writing classes; ghostwrites; edits; and judges in writing contests. She loves history and research, traveling extensively for both, and is an avid oil painter.

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An Excerpt from Chapter 1 of A Mommy By Christmas

Friday, November 4th

Christmas Ridge, Colorado

A drop of perspiration slid down Wim’s nose, threatening to contaminate the sterile surgical field that contained a now-three-legged Brittany Spaniel, surgical robing, and his instruments.

He turned his head to one side, then wrenched his neck another notch to dislodge the offender. The liquid dropped to the floor.

Wim closed his eyes a moment, pressing his shoulders down to relieve the ache between his shoulder blades. Thank you, God.

The last thing he needed was to have to sterilize the area again. After six surgeries—two emergencies, including this one—and a full day here at the Christmas Ridge Animal Shelter, he didn’t need any more delays.

Three more stitches, a dab with a gauze ball to check for leakage—all looked good. He called out to his veterinary assistant/receptionist. “Harmony. I’m done here. Will you do the final cleanup? I’ll help you move him to a kennel for recovery.”

“Sure, Doc Wim. Let me scrub up first.”

Wim appreciated his assistant’s go-to attitude. Whatever he asked of her, from assisting with a difficult patient, to cleaning up vomit—or worse—in an examination room, to surgical nurse duties—always a smile. A kind word. A gentle touch.

She’d make a fine wife to some young man someday.

He eased down on the anesthesia to prepare for concluding the surgery and moving the dog. The unfortunate creature, found injured on the highway, would awaken minus one front leg. But the amputation went well. The beast was healthy and young, and Wim expected a full and speedy recovery. Only after that would he hopefully find the dog a new forever home.

And speaking of recovery, he had several patients that needed checking before he could even think about picking up his second grader, Noah, from after-school care. Harmony entered, living up to her name, as usual, bringing an air of calm and peace with her.

He nodded and backed away from the table, pausing outside the door to strip off his cotton surgical scrubs and hat, tossing his latex gloves in the trash, then pushing through the swinging doors into the recovery area.

He peered into the kennel containing the most critical patient currently—a green parrot with a prolapsed cloaca, rushed in earlier in the day by a most concerned owner, who thought its insides were coming out. Well, they were. Not the intestines, thankfully. Prolapses were common in the larger birds, as he explained to Mrs. Sawyer, and usually surgery was successful if dealt with immediately. The parrot lay on its side, eyes open, beak moving. Good signs. He checked that food and water were available, watched the respirations for a minute to ensure the animal wasn’t in stress, then moved on to his other patients.

Three cats he’d spayed this morning snoozed in their crates. A dog who’d undergone the removal of his dew claws lifted a sleepy head. All looked well-recovered from their ordeals, and all would likely go home tomorrow. Even the parrot, if he held his own through the night.

The bell over the front door rang, and Wim straightened and checked the clock. Thirty minutes until closing. Always seemed like a few last-minute folks would drop in—hopefully no emergencies.

He stepped into the combination retail area/waiting room. “Mrs. Grant. How are you?”

The woman pulled a piece of paper from her purse. About eighty, dressed in a coat and hat that were at least forty years old, she looked the image of the Queen Mother. She held up the paper with trembling fingers. “I need more of that prescription food. Mollie only likes this kind.” She leaned closer. “She’s fussy. Like me.”

As always, Wim smiled at her. “Not fussy. Particular because she—and you—like the best.”

And, as always, the older lady’s cheek went pink. “You’re so kind. Ten cans, if you please.”

Knowing Mollie’s preference, Wim kept a twelve-pack on hand with the woman’s name on it. And, as usual, he gave her the full case for the cost of ten. It was their secret. “There you go. I’ll just carry that out to your car.”

Amidst protests that he was busy, and she could make several trips—also part of their personal drama—he did as he said, smiling at the man, woman, and young girl who waited their turn. “I’ll be right back.”

Sure enough, he returned within a minute or so. “How can I help you?”

The woman laid her hands on the counter. “Are we too late to look at puppies?”

“Well, you’re too late to take one home today, but sometimes that’s better because you have time to meet them and think about them overnight.” He squatted down to the little girl’s level. “What kind of puppy do you want?”

“A brown one.” Large blue eyes stared back at him from a face so pale he could see the veins under her skin. And the dark circles ringing her eyes. “I’m going to call him Brownie.”

He straightened and included the parents. “I think we have some brown ones.” He led the way to a doorway to another part of the building. “This is the dog side of the shelter. You’ll find a volunteer who can show you the puppies.” He waited until the mother and daughter exited the area, then leaned close to the father. “But maybe she’d do better with an older dog. They are less active, particularly in her situation, perhaps?”

The father nodded. “I’d thought the same thing.” He swallowed hard. “Her mother wants a dog that will grow up with her, but I don’t know…”

Wim laid a hand on the man’s arm. “I understand this is a difficult time for you right now. Perhaps adding a dog to the family isn’t the best idea.”

“I can’t disappoint her now that we’re here. But thank you for telling us we can’t take one home tonight. That surely takes the pressure off her mother and me.”

“Do you believe in prayer?”

“We do. The doctors have given her less than three months. They’ve done all they can, but we’re not giving up.”

Wim moved his hand to the man’s shoulder and petitioned the throne of grace for God to intercede on behalf of the little girl and her family.

A tear trickled down the father’s cheek, which he swiped away. “Thank you for taking the time.”

“Whether or not you get a dog, come back anytime.”

“Thank you.” He held out a hand. “John Thomas. My wife Elsie and our daughter Victoria.”

“Her name means victory. Or victor. She’s a tough little one.” Wim shook his hand. “Wim Sutton. Wish we could have met under better circumstances.”

John nodded and followed his family through the doorway.

When the door closed, Wim checked the parking lot, locked the front door, then turned the sign to show they weren’t open. He chuckled at the wording for business hours. The Doc is in. Sit! Stay! And the version that communicated they weren’t: The Doc is out. Way out.

A glance at the clock behind the counter confirmed what his weary bones told him: Close enough to six—two minutes to go. He emptied the trash can behind the counter, picked up a candy wrapper dropped behind a chair in the waiting area, and wiped down the counter and chairs with antiseptic wipes. Harmony would vacuum then mop before she left.

Laughter filtered under the door leading to the dog area, and, for a moment, he pictured the little girl sitting in the midst of the half dozen puppies, the little creatures climbing all over her. Licking her pale skin. Bringing a smile to the face that had seen so much in her brief life.

He didn’t know how her parents could keep up such a brave face. He hadn’t with Lora. No matter how much she’d tried to distract him from the inevitable, he failed to see anything good in the experience. Not even God.

But then…in Lora’s final days, when he stayed with her around the clock as she lay there, unresponsive most of the time…except for those seconds when she’d open her eyes, stare at him, grip his hand. And ask him if he could see it.

It changed each time. The white light. The gates of heaven opening for her. The face of Jesus. Her parents. His.

By the time she passed, he wished he was going, too. She made it sound so peaceful and calm. So loving.

Her visions were exactly what he needed to let her go. Not to a cold grave and uncertainty, but to a heavenly realm made for her in mind. Just as Jesus had said. He went to build a mansion.

Lora gave him the strength to carry on for their son after her passing. Perhaps that’s what little Victoria was doing for her parents. While the dog might outlive their daughter—which they well knew—maybe its presence would remind them of happier times until they met again one day, long down the road.

Thinking about the little girl with a triumphant name reminded him of his own child. Noah. He sure lived up to his moniker: quiet repose. Rarely sharing his thoughts. Wim never knew what his son would come up with next. Not that he didn’t have good vocabulary skills. He was top of his second grade for reading aloud, comprehension, writing stories. It was simply that the boy never opened to share his feelings. Had his mother’s passing the previous year scarred him emotionally? Maybe he needed to ask at school about family counseling…

He sighed and headed out the back door toward his car. Something else to add to his list. Already, being a full-time dad, full-time veterinarian, and full-time child of God took more hours than he had. Not to mention also being a full-time mom, cook and housekeeper—was he doing well at anything?

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  1. Mary Geisen

    I would love to live in a small town. I’m a Hallmark movie fan so this reminds me of that. Thank you for sharing Donna’s new book and for the giveaway.

    • Debbie Wilson

      Thank you, Mary.

  2. Lois Harrington

    I lived in a very small town. However, none like featured in Hallmark movies nor lovely books. But, yes, i definitely would enjoy living in such a town.

    • Debbie Wilson

      Lois, I have to smile as I think of Miss Marple’s descriptions of a small English village.

  3. Meade A DeKlotz

    Live in Christmas all year long? I’m not sure ,considering the stress Christmas season brings as much as I love the decorations, lights, music and wonderful story of Jesus birth!! I would like to give it a try though. Just being reminded of Jesus birth year long and the wonderful praise music would be worth the stress.

    • Debbie Wilson

      Meade, I love the lights and music too.

  4. Ann Musico

    It sounds like it will be a fun read!

    • Debbie Wilson

      It does. Thanks for reading, Ann.

  5. Amy Jung

    I want to live in that town! Sounds like a sweet book!

    • Debbie Wilson

      I might need to read the book before I can decide. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by, Amy.

  6. Mary Bartlett

    Absolutely! Small towns are places of feelings, connections, and intimate relationships…beautiful aspects of bonding with others. Much like one’s heart, just a small town located in center of one’s being. Most importantly, though small, the heart is the biggest place of feelings, connections, and intimate relationships when Righteousness reigns within. One’s heart, the throne room of God, the secret, hidden place housing His uttered breaths from the dawn of one’s creation. One’s heart containing the total fullness of Himself, the encompassing totality of His love to share all over the world, if only one obeys. One’s heart…just a small town with unlimited boundaries of love! One small town, located in each of us, providing a stable for the birth of Righteousness. The Breath of Life suppling oxygen to the hidden understandings of His Spirituality. The mystery revealed which washes away all unrighteous emotions. Emotions of hate, revenge, unforgiveness, and bitterness cleansed in the flowing sea of Jesus Christ. The Blood of Christ, pumping through one’s heart peacefully, opens the gift of love, peace, joy, and forgiveness. The small town of one’s heart with Righteousness flowing through expanding the walls and increasing the borders. Absolutely, I would choose a small town over a big city any day!
    My prayer for today, “May every heart become a welcoming stable for the birth of Righteousness and allow His Breath, His first feeble cry, to increase, expanding into a wail of “Peace on [the flesh of one made of] earth [producing] good will towards [all] men.”
    Merry Christmas!

    • Debbie Wilson

      Thanks for sharing your lovely thoughts, Mary.

  7. Anita Ojeda

    Ha! I live in a small town (ok, outside of a small town) where the elevation and the population are the same (5144). But since we live about four miles out of town, I don’t know a lot of people in town. I do know we don’t have a lot of shopping opportunities (Safeway….and that’s about it). Amazon and Eddie Bauer online are my BFFs. I’d love to live closer to town a small town (I don’t know if I could handle living IN town–I like my space), and get more involved. But I love reading about small towns!

    • Debbie Wilson

      Anita, I remember when we spent a year in a small town and had to drive an hour for shopping! Now I guess we would go online if we didn’t want to make the drive. .

  8. Jeanne Takenaka

    Living in a small town appeals, especially after seeing the changes in big cities in my region! They seem like places where engagement with others can happen organically, that are charming, and that have lots of personality. This sounds like a sweet, fun story. 🙂

    • Debbie Wilson

      Jeanne, I think that longing to belong and feel connected lives in most of us. And a small town where you’re known conjures that image.

  9. Donna Reidland

    This looks like a fun holiday read!

    • Debbie Wilson

      I think so too. Thanks, Donna.

  10. Jennifer

    Yes. I have lived in both large and small cities. I love the charm that smaller cities have to offer.

    • Debbie Wilson

      Our town was smaller when we moved here. But it has exploded. Thanks, Jennifer.

  11. Yvonne Morgan

    Sounds wonderful. Praying for your success

    • Debbie Wilson

      Thanks for dropping by, Yvonne.

  12. Annie Yorty

    I live in a small town, but it’s not quite like that one. I enjoy a smaller atmosphere because it’s easier to get to know people. The book looks intriguing.

    • Debbie Wilson

      Our small town grew into a large one! I used to enjoy knowing the people where I shopped. Thanks, Annie.

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