A New Kind of Hope
A Dickens Holiday Romance
by Liz Flaherty
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What I was going to say I remembered was when Harlequin and Silhouette started releasing holiday books. I’m sure the other publishers did, too, but H/S was what I normally read because those books cost less and I loved them. Then I started reading all the holiday collections—the Regencies were my favorite, because Carla Kelly and Mary Balogh always had stories in them. I still remember some of those stories; I still reread ones I have copies of.
I’ve written several holiday stories myself, but there was one I’d forgotten about. See? Told you I did that. The first year the Dickens Holiday Romances were released, I wrote a story for it. Wisdom of the Heart was Fee and Jed’s story, but I couldn’t quite recall what it was about.
So I read it. And I liked it. I’d thought of writing a new one this year, but I didn’t get it done. Maybe I could …
I did. I changed its title, because I didn’t think it fit very well, and Nancy Fraser made me a new cover I just loved, and I changed a little here and there, and now … this very day … A New Kind of Hope is released as an ebook on its own.
About A New Kind of Hope
They were best friends who fell in love, but that was high school. Life and families and other loves had happened since that dear and distant time. They’re friends again, comfortable with each other and having so much fun at Christmas time in Dickens. They’re not still in love, but…wait…could it be happening again?
Excerpt:
Jed got up, going over to where she stood and taking her into his arms. For a moment, he just held her, giving all of her curves time to adjust to his planes and angles. Then he kissed her, taking his time about it, thinking … no, not thinking at all. Just feeling. It had been so long since he’d held a woman he lo … he cared about. Too long, Heather would say, but she’d know, too, what he’d been waiting for.
“You were my best and last love,” she’d told him once during her illness, holding his hand in her thin one and laying her fingers up against his. “I’m not going to be yours. I’m good with that.”
It should have felt wrong to let go of one love while holding another, but it didn’t. For the first time since Heather’s death, Jed gave credence to the thought that he might someday be happy again. Not yet, but someday.
“The tree-lighting at the Common is Saturday night,” he said. “Want to go with me?”
She nodded. “Most of the stores are opening back up afterward. A couple of the Klatchers are going to open Silver Threads after the lighting and man the cutting table. Ailey and I had planned to go.” She smiled, but there was an extra shine in her eyes. “Maybe you should kiss me again.”
“Maybe I should.”
Author Bio :
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Liz Flaherty wanted to shake off the dust of central Indiana farm country and move to the city, get rich, wear designer clothes, and write books.
Well, she writes books.
She lives five miles from where she grew up, only now she relishes the sights and sounds and scents of the fields around her, doesn’t care much about clothes, and thinks being rich would probably have been overrated anyway. She’s spent the past several years enjoying not working a day job, making terrible crafts, and writing stories in which the people aren’t young, brilliant, or even beautiful. She’s decided (and has to re-decide nearly every day) that the definition of success is having a good time. Along with her husband of lo, these many years, kids, grands, friends, and the occasional cat, she’s doing just that.
You can find her all over the place, but this is easiest: https://linktr.ee/LizFlaherty She’d love to hear from you!
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