Meg Todd is tired of putting her happiness on hold to help her spoiled sister and bully of a brother-in-law care for their home and children. When she learns her sister’s husband has horrifying plans for her, she asks an attorney family friend for help escaping. Meg wants her own husband and home and is willing to move over halfway across the country to achieve her goal. Is she too impulsive when she agrees to take two children for their dying mother? Curtis McClain has to be careful with his small savings or it won’t fund his dream of his own newspaper. He wants a wife—he needs someone to help him with the newspaper. If he can combine the two, then he’ll be all right. In a few years, they can start a family. But, will a woman want to move to the middle of nowhere on those terms?
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
When an impulsive do-gooder is the proxy bride for an inflexible newspaper owner, wills are bound to clash.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
When the h/h realize they’re perfect for one another.
Does your heroine prefer a real or artificial tree for Christmas?
Real that she and her husband cut from the hills nearby.
What’s the one present your hero least wants to open Christmas morning?
The one from his new stepson.
Would your hero hang mistletoe?
No, he is too practical to indulge.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
When the h/h admit to one another that they are in love.
What is your heroine’s favorite Christmas tradition?
Decorating the tree.
Does your hero love or hate snow?
He accepts snow. On the other hand, the heroine loves snow.
For Christmas, will you be having turkey, goose, ham, prime rib, or something else?
We will have vegetable lasagna on Christmas Day. On Christmas Eve, we always have tamales and other TexMex treats.
What’s the strangest Christmas tradition your family does to celebrate?
We started dropping a small wrapped present in one another’s stockings when our youngest daughter learned I was the one who filled the stockings. She was eight and said, “That’s not fair because you know what you’re getting.” That year, she used her allowance and bought me a small gift (which I still have, of course) she managed to slip into my stocking to surprise me. The idea spread so that now each of us does this for each of the other three in our family.
Excerpt from Meg
When he stepped forward, he was wearing a frown. “I’m expecting Meg McClain.”
He was tall with dark brown hair and startling bright blue eyes. Not Greek god handsome, he was ruggedly attractive. His posture gave her the impression he was ill at ease.
“Hello, Curtis. I’m Meg and these are now our children. Penny is four and Tom is six. How they came to be ours is a long story. Perhaps it can wait until we’re somewhere warm.”
Poor little Tom’s face clouded with worry. “I sure hope you’re not gonna be mad at us or our new Mama, sir.”
“New Mama?” Curtis’ eyebrows raised.
Before she could add anything, Tom added, “We’ll be real good and I’ll do all kinds of chores and help you. I reckon I look small but I’m strong.” He raised his little arm as if he expected Curtis to test it.
Curtis’ gaze turned to Tom and his frown softened. “You’re a hard worker, are you? I can probably find things that need your help.”
“You won’t be sorry, sir.”
Meg cuddled Penny’s head on her shoulder while she repeated her request. “I wonder if we can get inside? I’m sure we’ll become able to tolerate the weather, but we’re not yet used to the cold.”
He handed Tom the valise and then picked up the two suitcases that belonged to the children. “I’ll arrange to get the trunks later. Looks as if there are several.”
Carrying Penny, she followed, glancing at Tom to make sure he could keep pace. “I brought as much as I could. I didn’t know how much in the way of household supplies a bachelor would have. Plus, many are family things I wanted to save.”
“The answer to the first is not much. I only brought a few personal items and the rest was newspaper equipment. It’s heavy and cost a lot to ship.”
“I imagine that was complicated as well. Is it far to your house?”
He actually chuckled. “Across town, or what there is of Angel Creek. I bought the house from folks who were moving to the southwest.”
“The town is smaller than I expected but looks as if there’re enough businesses and homes to make a nice place.”
He led them to a pleasant looking house constructed of squared logs and opened the gate. “Here we are.”
Meg stopped to look at the house. In spite of the construction, a wrought iron fence wrapped around the spacious yard. Several types of trees grew inside the fence. Meg recognized pine but wasn’t certain of those that had bare limbs. The enclosure appeared neat
To her right at the equivalent of what would be a block in Charleston, a bridge crossed a creek.
He climbed the steps and set down the suitcases to open the door. “After you, Mrs. McClain.”
Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their dog and two rescued indoor cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, and other critters.
The over sixty titles she has created in her pink cave have made her a bestselling author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’ books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap.