Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Be Mine This Christmas Night by L.A. Sartor

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young couple on winter picnic


Book Blurb

The Children’s Author …

Annie Hamilton’s children’s series Star Light~Star Bright is a mega hit. She loves kids and wants nothing more than a family of her own, but twice burned, thrice shy. When a gorgeous man with two young boys moves next door, Annie can’t help but dream her impossible dream.

And The Widower Who Moved Next Door …

Cole Evans is a brilliant scientist, but finds fatherhood a challenge. When his son develops a bond with their enchanting neighbor, the boy’s favorite author, Cole discovers just how much he’s lost—and how much he needs.

Will Their Wish Come True This Christmas Night?

Can Cole overcome family meddling and alleviate Annie’s fears so they can be a ready-made family?




Chapter Two

Mannheim Steamroller played through Annie’s earbuds from the MP3 player tucked into her parka pocket. What a glorious morning. The storm had moved on, the sky was brilliantly blue, and the sun sparkled off the pristine white blanket that covered everything.

Three weeks before Christmas and the snow was a foot deep. The forecasters predicted more this week, so Annie decided it was a sign they’d have a white Christmas. Not rational as that date was too many days away to forecast the weather, but she didn’t care. Sometimes you just had to believe.

She stopped pushing the snowblower for a moment, catching her breath, leaning against the heavy machine. The weight of the snow-spewing monster on top of no sleep last night took its toll far sooner than normal.

She’d bought the biggest snowblower she could handle, not only because of her wide driveway, but also, once she got going, the whole sidewalk on her side of the street got the Annie treatment.

And it was good exercise, especially when she knew she was going to make her favorite coffee as a treat afterward.

Taking a deep, frosty breath, Annie turned back to resume her task and jumped a foot when Doctor Cole Evans stood right in front of her machine, lips moving.

A chuckle bubbled up and despite her best intention, laughter escaped just as she pulled the earbuds from beneath her cap.

The furrow between his dark brows grew deeper. Annie grasped the handles of the snowblower tighter, fighting the urge to push him into the snow. He needed to lighten up.

Jeeze, scare me to death. I’m sorry I didn’t see you come up, but I was listening to music.” She held one earbud closer to his ears so he could hear the Christmas music. If he didn’t believe in Christmas, then she was taunting him, and somehow that didn’t bother her a bit. Not her normal behavior, but the guy just seemed to push her ornery buttons.

“You don’t have to clear our walk. I was going to do it when I came out to clean off the Pilot before I headed for the lab.”

“I don’t mind—it’s good exercise so I can make myself a mocha peppermint coffee topped with whipped cream afterward. What kind of doctor are you that you have a lab?”

“An atmospheric physicist.”

Annie’s jaw dropped, then she laughed to cover her own astonishment as well as her embarrassment. “Not an MD, then. My mistake.”

“Not in a million years. I faint at the sight of blood and anyone will tell you I’ve got no bedside manner.”

“You got that right,” she murmured under her breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing. Really, I plow the neighbor’s walks all the time and it’s fun, honest,” she said, seeing his skeptical gaze. “You have snow in Virginia, don’t you?”

“Of course. The wet slushy kind.”

“So you had to remove that, right?”


“No different.”

“Except you’re doing my sidewalk.”

“I’m a simple author who does sidewalks on the side, okay?”

He snorted and she loved that he would do so. It was such a plebeian thing to do. Not at all “East Coast.”

“Not a simple author. As you may have guessed, Josh loves your books. And having you live next door may be a curse to you.”

“Never. I love kids.”

“It’s evident in your writing.”

Not quite believing her ears, she stared at the man standing in front of her. “Why I do believe that’s a compliment, which, before you can retract, I’ll take,” she added swiftly, seeing his mouth open, then shut.

“What are Josh and his brother doing this afternoon? I’ve got a new character to illustrate and I’d love their input.”

“Mitch is taking them Christmas tree shopping, then onto snow shoeing lessons this afternoon.”

“Oh. Well that sounds like fun. Who is—

Annie glanced up as Cole’s front door opened. And when did you start thinking of him as Cole instead of Doctor Cole Evans?

The man Annie had seen helping Cole move in stood in the doorway, zipped his parka, and turned back in apparent surprise as Josh pushed past him.

“Annie, we’re going Christmas tree shopping. Want to come?”

Cole froze as did the man at the door.

“Hey, Josh.”

Without stopping to think, Annie hugged the boy after he ran right up to her.

“Want to introduce me to your brother and friend?” Annie nodded to the man and boy who now stood next to Cole.

“Oh. That’s Uncle Mitch. And that,” he said, pointing to the youngest in the trio of males standing together, “is my brother, Peter.”

Peter stood unmoving and unsmiling until “Uncle Mitch” nudged him. Not Cole, Annie realized, but Mitch. Curious.

Peter looked at Mitch, then at her. “Ah, nice to meet you.”

Annie smiled at Peter and held out her hand to Mitch. “And nice to meet you both as well. It’s great Cole has a brother nearby.”

“I’m Lauren’s brother.”

Ah. More curious. “My mistake.” It was evident by Mitch’s clipped tones he didn’t like her. He didn’t know her at all, but he sure didn’t like her already. And that she wasn’t invited to their outing was also pretty darn clear.

Red Sweater headshot  Meet L.A. Sartor, Author….

L.A. Sartor was born in Germany and was very lucky to be adopted by an American couple. They lived in Germany for several years, then moved to California and later Colorado. Her parents encouraged her to be creative and nurtured her “Lessie do it” attitude.

She started writing around the age of 4 when she dictated stories to her mother, who patiently wrote them down while L.A. illustrated them. (She generously describes the scribbles she made as “illustrations.”)

After college she moved back to the Los Angeles area but was lured back to Colorado with the promise of managing a new business. There she worked for many years alongside her mother, designing and crafting beautiful jewelry. The women were chosen by the University of Colorado to create their Ceremonial Mace and Presidential Chain of Office, a wonderful legacy.

L.A. lives in Colorado with her husband, whom she met on a blind date–she can’t imagine life without her best friend. She plays in the mountains and travels as much as possible.

Now it’s L.A.’s desire to move onward in her writing career and create stories that translate into adventures on the page with her novels and magic on the screen with her screenplays.

“Writing My Story, My Way.”

Visit her website at: http://www.lasartor.com


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Barnes&Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/l.a-sartor

Kobo: http://bit.ly/17OtL8F

 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/19WA5LT


**SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  L.A. will give away one Kindle copy of BE MINE THIS CHRISTMAS NIGHT to one of her lucky readers who comments on her Monday Interview or Wednesday Book Bench blogs!!  Don’t miss this chance to read this holiday story!!  Thanks, L.A., for sharing your stories with us!


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3 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Be Mine This Christmas Night by L.A. Sartor

  1. Hi Karen,
    It’s a perfect day for the excerpt to go up…it’s been snowing in Boulder, and it’s a balmy 6 degrees. Perfect weather to read about Christmas, but then my good friend in Hawaii told me she’s going to the beach today with my book on her Kindle. Christmas is Christmas no matter where you live.

    Hope you all enjoy the excerpt.

    • Karen Docter says:

      Thanks for sharing your excerpt with us, LA. You have more snow than us since you live closer to the mountains, but it’s bitter cold and I’m ready to hunker down in the covers with my Kindle! You’re right. Christmas is Christmas, wherever you are! 🙂

  2. Jan K says:

    Love this! L.A. your love story sounds like my mom’s! She met my dad on a blind date, too! This looks like a really fun story. Thanks for sharing!

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