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Sunday, December 8, 2013

A Christmas to Remember

When I wrote my Christmas novella a few years ago, I decided to include a prelude and a postlude. The main part of the story is actually a flashback of sorts, framed by a current-day prelude and postlude. My editor wondered why I didn't simply start the story right in the present. I explained my vision for the story, and she agreed to keep the beginning the way it was. However she wondered why I didn't call the beginning a prologue. I'm not sure. It would have worked the same way. I just liked the verbiage of prelude and postlude better.









So today I thought I'd share the prelude from A Christmas to Remember with you.



Prelude

Did she really expect him to be there? She hadn’t seen him since last year. She had no way to contact him. No way to know if he meant it when he’d said they should meet again next year.

Yet through the long months in between, she’d hoped. Even when the snow melted and the tulips bloomed announcing the arrival of spring, she hoped. On those sultry summer nights when it was too hot to sleep, she hoped. And when autumn turned the leaves to burnished gold and russet, she’d hoped.

Through the changing seasons, her thoughts, her heart, had never been far from snow covered mountains, cold, crisp air, and a cozy ski lodge.

She made her flight reservations in late October. Hoping.

As the days grew colder and the nights grew longer, her anticipation heightened. When the first snow fell, a giddiness overcame her. The pristine blanket of white made the memories more vivid. More real. Many times over the past year she wondered if she’d dreamed the whole thing.

Heck, for all she knew he had a wife or a girlfriend at home. Or both. Maybe everything he’d said to her had been a lie.

She told herself he wasn’t the reason she hadn’t gone out with another man in the past year. It had nothing to do with him. She simply needed a break from dating.

All the while she hoped.

Now she was here and anticipation warred with nerves. She couldn’t really expect him to show up, could she? Theirs had been a once-in-a-lifetime adventure.

Yet here she sat. Waiting. Hoping.

More than likely she’d wind up alone in this place. As she’d expected to be last year.

Only it hadn’t turned out that way. She touched the pendant hanging around her neck as her mind drifted back.



A Christmas to Remember is available from The Wild Rose Press and on Kindle and Nook.

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

Debra
www.debrastjohnromance.com

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