SUGARPLUM WAY
Harmony Harbor series
by Debbie Mason
Q&A with Debbie Mason:
Q: Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?
A: Sure. I’ve been married to my husband for thirty-seven years, and he’s still the man of my dreams. Well, most of the time he is. I have three incredible children who I couldn’t be prouder of, and I’m the grandmother of two adorable little girls who I absolutely adore and love to spoil. And I feel blessed that I can make a living doing something I love and I’m passionate about. Although that means writing doesn’t, for the most part, feel like work so I have to be careful I don’t spend every waking minute at my desk. I always make time for my family, of course, but lately I’ve been feeling like I need to have more balance in my life.
Q: Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?
A: I have so many favorite scenes that it’s hard to choose, but this one is cute and it doesn’t have any spoilers.
Julia didn’t have to be told twice and fast-walked to the back of the children’s book section to disappear up the stairs to her apartment. The smell of basil, garlic, and tomato sauce wafted past her nose as soon as she opened the door. Yesterday, she’d mentioned to Aidan that she’d been craving Rosa’s lasagna and garlic bread, and if her nose didn’t deceive her, that’s exactly what the man had brought home.
He met her at the door with a glass of red wine in his hand and laughter on his lips. “Cute headband. One of your lights are out.”
She took off the headband and tossed it in the direction of her bedroom and then kissed him. “You are the best boyfriend ever,” she said, once she’d reluctantly stepped back to accept the glass of wine.
“And you’re still the messiest girlfriend ever.”
She slid off her shoes. “I’m not cleaning tonight. I can’t. I’m too tired. I had to get up at four to get the revisions back to my editor before she leaves for the Christmas break.”
He grimaced. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
She sagged against him. “Please don’t tell me I have to go out tonight. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have something to do.”
“Hang on to your glass,” he said, right before he swept her off her feet.
“Perfect. You can carry me around like this anytime. All the time would be good. At least until the Christmas rush is over.”
He sat on the couch with her still in his arms. “Scooch over and lie back . . .” He gave his head a slight shake. “. . . on the pile of clothes. Leave your feet on my lap.”
As she complied with his order, he raised his hip to pull out his cell phone. He started to knead her tired feet while he waited for whoever to pick up, grinning when she moaned.
“Hey Finn, do me a favor and tell—”
Julia made a grab for the phone when she realized what she’d forgotten. “No, no, I promised Olivia I’d help out for the Snow Ball. I’ll just be a little late.”
“You heard her? Don’t listen to her. She’s exhausted. Tell Olivia to blame me. The sugarplum fairy won’t be helping out or performing at the Snow Ball either. She’s hung up her tutu for the season.”
Q: Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?
A: Aidan used to be a DEA agent, so I did some research into the DEA, like where their New England field offices were located, current cases, and specific agents to build Aidan’s backstory.
The other day I discovered a fascinating fact about sandpipers while doing research for my current WIP, book 6 in the Harmony Harbor series, Sandpiper Shore. But maybe I’m the only one who finds it fascinating that the male Spotted Sandpiper raises the young, and not the female.
Q: Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?
A: Too many to name, so I’ll list a few of the books on my can’t-wait-until-they-release list. Year One: Chronicles of the One, Book 1 by Nora Roberts, Still Me by JoJo Moyes, The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah, High Voltage by Karen Marie Moning, Wild Hunger by Chloe Neill, and I’m waiting impatiently for an announcement as to whether Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon will release in 2018.
Q: Is there a genre you haven't written that you would like to try?
A: I have an idea for a women’s fiction book I’ve been playing with, and I’ve started writing a mystery series that I’m having a lot of fun with, so we’ll see if anything comes of it.
"Heartfelt and delightful!" -RaeAnne Thayne,
New York Times bestselling author
About the Book:
Romance writer Julia Landon knows how to write a happily-ever-after. Creating one for herself is a whole different story. But after a surprising--and surprisingly passionate--kiss under the mistletoe at Harmony Harbor's holiday party last year, Julia thought she might have finally found her very own chance at true love. Until she learns her Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broodingly Handsome has sworn off relationships. Well, if she can't have him in real life, Julia knows just how to get the next best thing....
Aidan's only priority is to be the best single dad ever. And this year, he plans to make the holidays magical for his little girl, Ella Rose. But visions of stolen kisses under the mistletoe keep dancing in his head, and when he finds out Julia has written him into her latest novel, he can't help imagining the possibilities of a future together. Little does he know, though, Julia has been keeping a secret that threatens all their dreams. Luckily, 'tis the season for a little Christmas magic.
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ISBN: 9781538744154
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Excerpt:
Aidan smiled that slow, sexy smile of his just before he lifted his gun and fired. The glass shattered, and the. . .
A shrill beeping sound pulled Julia out of the story. Startled, she jumped. Her initial thought was that she’d put on the teapot and had forgotten to turn off the burner. She blinked and opened her eyes. She’d been trying to get deeper into her character’s point of view by typing with her eyes closed. It hadn’t worked as well as she’d hoped. But it had ensured that she didn’t see the smoke . . . Smoke! There was smoke filling her living room. Again.
Duckety, duck, duck, duck.
The annoying voice on the smoke detector bleated fire, fire.
“Julia, open the damn door!”
Frantically searching under the papers littering her desk for her cell phone, she ignored the voice. Though she was impressed. It was amazing how real Adrian sounded. Like he was right outside . . . Wait a minute. He was calling her name, not Gillian’s. Crap, it was Aidan. Double crap, she knew why he was here. She’d thought she’d have until morning to face him.
“Hang on! I—” She heard a loud bang at the same time she found her phone. “I’m coming!” she called, running to the outside entry door as she punched in the assigned number for the alarm company.
At the same time she realized there was no dial tone, Aidan kicked in her door. It bounced off the wall and the hulking shadow of a man filled the open doorway. If she hadn’t recognized his voice, she’d be terrified. Given the intimidating expression on his face, she wondered if maybe she should still be afraid.
Fire, the smoke detector bleated again. Right, fire, smoke. “Hurry, I need your phone!” She made grabby motions with her fingers.
He looked at her like she’d lost it and strode into the room. “Your alarm is connected to the station. They’ll be on their way. Where’s the fire? Do you have an extinguisher?”
“No, no, I don’t need the fire department. I need your phone.” She rushed forward. He didn’t seem to understand the urgency of the situation, and she began patting him down.
He reached in his pocket, punching in a code before handing her his phone. Of course his would be password protected.
“Thanks,” she said to his back as he prowled around her apartment, no doubt looking for the source of the smoke. “Um, I think my nachos are on fire.”
She made a face at his muttered, “You have got to be shitting me.” And then went to look up the alarm company’s number on her phone, only to realize she couldn’t access it because her cell was dead. “Duck.”
She raced to her desk searching for the alarm company’s business card while muttering to herself, “I need the number. Where would I put the number for the alarm company? Laptop. Of course.” Laptop, no! It was on and open for him to see. She slammed the lid shut at the same time the oven door bang closed.
Aidan strode from the kitchen wearing her burned oven mitt and carrying a charbroiled tray of smoking ash. “It’s usually on the unit,” he said dryly before heading out the door.
Which went to prove that the man didn’t miss a thing, even her half-whispered conversation with herself.
At the return of his heavy footsteps, she turned her back to her desk, attempting to use her body as a shield. Widening her stance and her arms, she wrapped her fingers around the edge of the desk and leaned back in hopes of concealing any evidence of her book from his all-seeing cop’s eyes.
He glanced at her and then did a double take. She thought she heard a muttered, “Jesus,” before he retrieved his phone from her hand and continued across the living room, dodging a basket of laundry, a box of decorations she’d yet to put up on the tree, and a half-eaten bowl of cereal.
Wondering what was with the double take, she looked around. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Sure her place was a little messy, but he was a guy. He probably wouldn’t even notice. She thought of something he might notice and looked down.
Yep, that was probably the reason for the look. It was obvious she was cold, and her body-hugging black T-shirt read “Santa’s Favorite Ho” with the jolly old elf ho, ho, hoing, paired with black-and-white plaid flannel sleep pants.
When Aidan reached the other side of the living room, he placed the cell phone between his shoulder and ear and raised the window. “Yeah, it’s Aidan Gallagher. The call from 232 Main Street is a false alarm. That’s her. Five times, is that so? I’ll tell her, thanks.”
“It wasn’t five false alarms. It was four.” She faced her desk to quickly bury a paperback copy of Warrior’s Kiss and her contract for Warrior’s Touch under some paper and turn her notepad upside down while doing a visual search for any other incriminating evidence.
“Doesn’t matter. You still broke the record for false alarms in a six-week timeframe. Dispatch says Mrs. Rosenbloom had three.”
“Are they charging me?”
“No” He answered his ringing phone and then bowed his head. “Hello, Dad. Yes, she’s fine. Is that right? Nachos. No, smoke’s not too bad. Okay, I’ll do that. Don’t remind me,” he grumbled and then disconnected.
Whatever his dad said to Aidan didn’t improve his already not-so-happy mood. She really didn’t feel like talking about the suggestion she’d made to Harper and why. Fending off his probing questions would be difficult, and she wasn’t exactly equipped to handle him tonight. She was tired, and her throat had passed sore an hour before.
“I really appreciate you dropping by, but it’s late, and I have an early day.” She forced a smile and moved to see him . . . out her broken door. She barely managed to stifle an anguished moan. She couldn’t face the thought of dealing with repairing the door tonight.
He lifted his chin to the left of the kitchen. “Is that your bedroom?”
She ignored her inner hussy who yelled who needs a bed and suggested Julia throw herself on the floor at his feet. Her inner hussy was way more optimistic about their chances of getting lucky tonight.
“Yes, but I don’t see . . . What do you think you’re doing?” she said as he walked over and opened her bedroom door. Umm, more like shoved it open. The clothes that had been hanging over her door this morning had fallen off when she closed it, and she’d been running late.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what you said to Harper and why. You’re tired? Fine, you can talk to me from your bed while I fix your door.” He looked around her bedroom. “If we can find your bed.”
She grabbed a pink lacy bra off the doorknob and held it behind her back. “I’ve been busy. I haven’t had time to tidy up.”
“What, like in a year?”
“Very funny. I’m sure your room isn’t any better.”
“Sugarplum, my bedroom didn’t look this bad when I was a kid.”
She kind of liked that he called her sugarplum but could do without the sarcasm. She scooted past him to scoop up her bras and panties and any other embarrassing items that were lying on the floor . . . and on the bed . . . and on her dresser. And half sticking out of her nightstand drawer! As breezily as she could, she moved to the front of the nightstand in hopes of blocking his view. “It’s a little smoky in here. Maybe you should open that window too?”
She smiled. He sighed.
As soon as his back was turned, she thigh-checked the nightstand drawer closed. Only it didn’t close. Instead it acted like a rocket launcher, and her fluorescent pink vibrator sailed through the air to land with a splash in the goldfish bowl sitting on the bench at the end of her bed. Her mouth fell open, and then she covered it, releasing a muffled, “I’ve killed Eric and Ariel!”
Aidan looked from the fish bowl to her and started to laugh, a deep rumbly sound that she would have enjoyed if it wasn’t at her expense and if . . . “It’s not funny! My fish are drowning. Save them!”
That made him laugh harder, and his shoulders started to shake. “Death by vibrator. Not a bad way to go.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say, Aidan Gallagher.” She cautiously removed the vibrator from the water, her shoulders sagging in relief when Erik and Ariel swam to the surface. “And FYI, this is not a vibrator. It’s a personal massager.” She rubbed it against the back of her neck. “See, you should try it.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say, Aidan Gallagher.” She cautiously removed the vibrator from the water, her shoulders sagging in relief when Erik and Ariel swam to the surface. “And FYI, this is not a vibrator. It’s a personal massager.” She rubbed it against the back of her neck. “See, you should try it.”
About the author:
Debbie Mason is the USA Today bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado and Harmony Harbor series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, three wonderful children, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella in Ontario, Canada.
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