What fun I’ve had, writing a Christmas novella in December, with carols playing and lights twinkling on my own tree! I’ve loved filling the tale with all the fun of the Christmas season (as well as tiaras and romance, of course) such as snowmen, sledding, hot chocolate, Christmas trees, ornaments, strings of lights, and, almost best of all, little children reveling in the joy of it all.
I thought I’d share a short bit of my novella in Snowflake Tiara.
In this wee excerpt, Marisa (the heroine) has taken her friend Bren, who’s a single mom, to pick out a Christmas tree, along with Bren’s two children, Davy (8) and Emma (6). Jase (the hero) is also there with his niece Charlotte (6) to get a tree for his parents’ B&B.
Emma tugged at Marisa’s hand. “Look! There’s a Christmas angel.”
Marisa peered around the clump of trees to see a familiar pixie wearing white leggings and jacket. Those red-gold curls peeking out from a white cap could only belong to the Mackie family. “Charlotte?”
“Hi.” Charlotte’s brown eyes assessed Marisa then looked at Emma and back. “You’re so pretty.”
Bren chuckled.
“Thank you, Charlotte.” Marisa straightened. “Is your mommy here somewhere? She must be wondering where you are.”
Charlotte waved a hand. “Sir Uncle Jase is over there.”
Marisa’s heart skipped a beat.
Emma reached out and touched Charlotte’s hair. “You look like an angel.”
“I’m not an angel. See?” She twirled around. “I don’t have any wings.”
Emma turned around, too. “Me either. No wings.” Both little girls spun in circles. Emma collapsed in a heap, giggling, and Charlotte stumbled against her.
They might not be angels, but the glee of little girls was hard to surpass. Marisa couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as the two became fast friends.
“Girls.” Davy shook his head, frowning. “They’re not half as funny as they think they are.”
At that, the two clung to each other in a fit of giggles. “We’re funny!” said Emma.
Copyright 2013 Valerie Comer
This excerpt may or may not appear in the final published story in this or in any other form.
It’s Davy’s comment that seals the scene :). It was cute before, but oh the brotherly angst in that comment is tangible.
Aw, thanks 🙂