On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…a holiday memory to cherish. When my sisters and I were little, there was one thing that marked the beginning of the Christmas season. My Grandma had a huge plastic Santa head she hung on the front of the house next to the door. When our parents turned into her driveway, my sisters and I would squeal in delight when plastic Santa face smiled back. We knew he’d be coming to town soon with a few of the things on our very long wish lists.
Hello, Santa. Merry Christmas!
Nothing says “I’m watching you!” like two giant painted eyeballs beneath bushy, white brows. How else do you think Grandma got us to behave? 😉
From the Ashes of Atlanta by Jeanne Hardt
After losing his Atlanta home and family to the war, Confederate soldier, Jeb Carter, somehow wakes up in a Boston hospital. Alone, desperate, and with a badly broken leg, he pretends to be mute to save himself from those he hates—Yankees.
Gwen Abbott, a student at Boston Women’s Medical College, is elated when she’s allowed to study under the guidance of a prominent doctor at Massachusetts General. While forced into a courtship with a man she can scarcely tolerate, her thoughts are consumed with their mysterious new patient. If only he could talk.
Two strangers from different worlds, joined by fate. Perhaps love can speak without words and win a war without a single shot being fired.
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As part of The 12 Days of Christmas celebration, Jeanne donated an autographed paperback copy of Marked, paired with a $10 Starbucks card from Jessica Jefferson to the prize list. Click HERE for this and many more random drawings. To follow the celebration, find a new recipe, pick up a holiday decorating or shopping tip, click HERE.
Thank you for hosting me today, Meda! Merry Christmas!!
You’re very welcome. I hope you have a Merry Christmas as well.