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A Small Town Christmas
(Four Irish Brothers Winery #1)
By Nan Reinhardt
Paperback & ebook, 185 Pages
October 29th 2018 by Tule Publishing
Winemaker and single father Conor Flaherty is determined to make this Christmas holiday special for his daughter even though his family’s winery, Four Irish Brothers, is facing some challenges.
High-octane Chicago attorney Samantha Hayes is looking forward to some delicious food, fine wine, small town charm, and a break from her hectic big city life when she agrees to do a favor for her boss and help his younger brother with a lawsuit that’s been slapped on his family’s historic winery in River’s Edge. She’s not expecting that her sexy new client will have a smile that will melt her heart and remind her that there’s more to life than work.
Sam falls hard for Conor, his daughter and the small, friendly town, but can she trust her instincts and risk her heart? Sam hasn’t seen a lot of happy-ever-afters in her life, but Conor and the magic of Christmas make her want to believe.
About the Author
Nan Reinhardt is a USA Today-bestselling author of romantic fiction for women in their prime. Yeah, women still fall in love and have sex, even after 45! Imagine! She is a wife, a mom, a mother-in-law, and a grandmother. Nan has been a copyeditor and proofreader for over 25 years, and currently works on romantic fiction titles for a variety of clients, including Avon Books, St. Martin’s Press, Kensington Books, Tule Publishing, and Entangled Publishing, as well as for many indie authors.
Although she loves her life as an editor, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring passion. She can’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t writing—she wrote her first romance novel at the age of ten, a love story between the most sophisticated person she knew at the time, her older sister (who was in high school and had a driver’s license!), and a member of Herman’s Hermits. If you remember who they are, you are Nan’s audience! Her latest novel, A Small Town Christmas, which is the first book in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series from Tule Publishing, releases on October 29, 2018.
Visit Nan’s website at www.nanreinhardt.com, where you’ll find links to all her books as well as blogs about writing, being a Baby Boomer, and aging gracefully…mostly. Nan also blogs every sixth Wednesday at Word Wranglers, sharing the spotlight with five other romance authors and is a frequent contributor the RWA Contemporary Romance blog, and she contributes to the Romance University blog where she writes as Editor Nan.
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A Small Town Christmas Excerpt 1
Conor trudged through the rain, which had now subsided to a chilly drizzle. As he drew closer to the car, the air was fairly blue with the woman’s frustration and he couldn’t help grinning as he approached the back of the vehicle. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, crap.” When she released the handle of the cable holding the tire, her foot slid on the wet gravel and her arms wheeled as she tried to keep herself upright.
He bolted around the rear fender and caught her just before she hit the ground. He kept an arm around her waist to steady her. “You okay?”
She was tall, really tall. Her high-heeled boots were completely inappropriate for the wet gravel, let alone for changing a tire, and they made her seem even taller—their eyes were nearly level.
“I’m fine, you just startled me,” she grumbled and stepped away from him to plop down on the bumper with a grimace. “Oh . . . and thanks.” The hood of her raincoat had fallen back, revealing a mass of dark auburn curls. When she shoved her fingers through them and he finally saw her face, her cheeks were rosy, either from the cold or embarrassment, and her eyes signaled that she was beyond frustrated. “I can’t get the damn . . . er, darn tire to drop. It’s stuck.”
He gave her a smile. “Want me to give it a try?”
She moved aside with a sweeping gesture. “Be my guest.”