Excerpt Reveal: Christmas Spirit

 

🤠EXCERPT REVEAL 🤠

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 (𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬) by Tiffany Patterson releases next week! Check out this sneak peek! 

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What to expect: 

🤠 Neighbors to Lovers 

🤠 Silver Fox

🤠 Texas Rancher/Social Media Influencer

🤠 Christmas/Holiday Shenanigans

🤠 Small Town

Excerpt: 

As I contemplate next week’s menu, a loud thump from my neighbor’s house catches my attention.

I’m reminded of the beautiful woman who moved in six months ago. It’s just her that lives there, though I met one of her daughters when I introduced myself the first week she moved in.

                

The most striking, and perhaps slightly tension-filled conversation I had with her took place just last week. I’d dared to ask for her to let me know if she needed any extra ornaments or decorations to dress up her home for the holidays.

To which she replied that she had no intention of decorating her house for the holidays.

When I politely reminded her of the neighborhood’s annual house decorating competition, she doubled down, telling me all but to mind my damned business.

“Help!”

A scream from a partially opened window brings me out of my thoughts.

“Help! Someone, please!?”

I take off running, absent-mindedly placing my hat on my head, and phone in the pocket of my jeans to free my hands. I sprint over to her front door, but when I try the handle it doesn’t budge.

The door’s locked.

“Hey, you in there?” I call as I pound on the wooden portion of the mostly glass door.

“Help me!” I hear again.

In a split decision, I ram my shoulder into the door.

The door gives, but not completely. It takes two more shoulder shoves before I breach the entryway and make it in the house.

“Where are you? Call out!” I yell, looking around from the living room to the kitchen and seeing those rooms empty.

The house is only one level so there aren’t any stairs to run up to check.

“Back here. Help, please!” The urgency and fear in her voice claws at the insides of my chest.

“I’m coming,” I hear myself saying as I wind down the hall.

There’s a partially opened door on the right side of the hallway. It’s a bathroom and as soon as I push the door open, I find my neighbor sprawled on the floor. A light purple, plastic shower curtain partially covering her body.

“Now, how the hell did you get into this mess?”

Blurb: 

What’s worse than taking a nasty spill out of the shower onto your bathroom floor?

Having your grumpy, silver-haired neighbor rescue you.

The very neighbor I’d gotten into a heated discussion with when I made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that I would not be decorating my home for the neighborhood’s annual holiday competition.

(Which apparently he’s won for the past three years!)

Aren’t grumpy ranchers like him supposed to be more of the grinch rather than one of Santa’s elves?

But ever since my accident, my neighbor shows up day after day to check on me. With each passing visit he drops off a little more holiday cheer than was here before.

His Christmas spirit starts to envelope me the way his strong arms did when he picked me up off my bathroom floor.

And he’s making me forget all of my reasons for wanting to avoid the holidays and love … but is the same true for the widower who swore he’d never fall in love again?

𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒-𝑎𝑡-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝑇𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑑-𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒́𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 

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