Shameless Self-Promotion

I should have something absolutely brilliant to say about writing today, but my mind and heart are overflowing with excitement over the imminent release of my first novel with Tule Publishing, so you're getting a full-on commercial instead. Here's all the scoop on A Small Town Christmas, the first book in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series. The book releases on October 29 and is available for pre-order right now, so if you love a fun holiday romance, scoot on over and click!

Winemaker and single father Conor Flaherty is determined to make this Christmas holiday special for his daughter even though his family’s winery, Four Irish Brothers, is facing some challenges.

High-octane Chicago attorney Samantha Hayes is looking forward to some delicious food, fine wine, small town charm, and a break from her hectic big city life when she agrees to do a favor for her boss and help his younger brother with a lawsuit that’s been slapped on his family’s historic winery in River’s Edge. She’s not expecting that her sexy new client will have a smile that will melt her heart and remind her that there’s more to life than work.

Sam falls hard for Conor, his daughter and the small, friendly town, but can she trust her instincts and risk her heart? Sam hasn’t seen a lot of happy-ever-afters in her life, but Conor and the magic of Christmas make her want to believe.

Excerpt:

She was clearly struggling with the idea of their meeting turning into brunch, but when he set the food on the table, she reached for the cheese, turning it over in her hands. “Is that Port Salut?” Her fingers were long, her wrists delicate, and her nails neatly manicured with a hint of pale polish. “I love this cheese and it’s hard to find.”He grinned. I knew it! She would be eating with him and that brought a moment of surprising delight. She was a foodie. Conor had been one, too, before Emmy’s death had left him bereft and unable to enjoy the taste of anything, even the delicious turkey dinner Aidan and Sean had collaborated on for Thanksgiving. Bren had brought his favorite half-moon cookies from Baltimore, but Conor had barely tasted one. He wished the box was here instead of back at the house. His stomach was growling as he watched Sam unwrap the cheese, noticing again her short, perfect nails.
He hated long, brightly painted fingernails, although red toenails were one of his turn-ons. Emmy always had plain fingers and hot crimson toes—one of the sexy quirks he’d fallen in love with back when they’d started dating in junior high school. Pedicures had always been what she called her “Zen time,” and when she’d become too ill to leave the house, Conor had massaged her feet with lotion each night to help her relax.
He shook his head to clear it and stopped short of speculating whether Sam’s toes matched her conservative manicure, instead wondering again if Sean had sent her down to River’s Edge for more than legal advice. He could’ve sent anyone from his firm, but it would be just like him to toss a pebble into the deep water of Conor’s sorrow by sending someone like Sam Hayes.