It’s my pleasure to introduce Sarita Leone, author of Snickerdoodle Snowmen. This looks like the perfect story to kick off the holiday season.
Jill, thank you for hosting me here on your blog today. I am so grateful for the opportunity to chat a bit about my upcoming release.
Snickerdoodle Snowmen is part of The Wild Rose Press’ Christmas Cookies Series. It releases on November 3 but is available for pre-order now!
I’ve been asked what prompted me to write this holiday story. It was a number of things, really. I love stories about characters who seem so completely different that they look as if they’ll never find a “middle ground”—only to see that they are more alike than either believed. Also, I think setting has a lot to do with a story so placing this unlikely couple in North Pole, Alaska where they face bone-chilling cold and serious snowstorms raises the bar for them. Overcoming challenges is part of love, so I wondered if these two could pull together enough to get through. And then there were the Northern Lights, which are so beautiful and feel so magical. Love beneath the Lights? Yes, please!
I had a blast writing this story and I sincerely hope readers enjoy it. Romance, joy, and holiday magic…I think we could all use some of those things in our lives!
Thank you for having me here today! Readers can find me on Facebook or on my blog, Sarita Leone Author. My books can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other booksellers.
Baker Kris Kringles sends snickerdoodles from North Pole, Alaska, across the globe, spreading holiday cheer like confetti. But she has a secret not dusted with sugar, and an incentive to speak with a slick journalist that isn’t half-baked.
Reporter Santos Kloss hates Christmas. How could he not, with a name that makes him the butt of endless holiday jokes? He’s got one last assignment to complete before he can begin a new chapter in his life, so he grits his teeth, grabs a parka, and heads to Christmas central.
Both expect the interview to be a snap, but a snowstorm, insistent sisters, and a little holiday magic have very different ideas!
“You’re the newspaper man, aren’t you?”
Santos stopped the mug an inch from his lips and looked over the rim into the woman’s eyes. They were green—not merely hazel or a watered-down soda-bottle shade, but vibrantly colored, like the office parrot’s feathers. Polly, the newspaper mascot, looked like a beauty but swore like a sailor, courtesy of the newsmen who got their kicks from teaching the bird to talk. He’d even added some colorful Italian phrases to their feathered friend’s vocabulary.
She stared at him with those piercing eyes so long and hard that his heart began to pound. He wondered if she read right into the truth of him. It sure felt that way. As if despite his nonchalant entrance, small talk, and even observing her figure, she realized he wasn’t some fellow off the street, in for a coffee and cookies. He resisted the urge to pull his jacket closed.
Great. Precisely what he didn’t need. A dame with a brain, a killer attribute that never failed to stir something deep within him.
The stirring hadn’t ever proved deep enough to keep a woman, so he tried to steer clear of romantic involvements. But damn, it felt as if she reached into his soul with those incredible eyes.
Santos lifted his shoulders, then let them drop. He took a long swallow of joe before setting the mug on the counter. “Guilty as charged. I’m from the New York Daily, here to do a story on some cookies that I’m told are made in this shop and sent to crazy, obsessed Christmas fanatics all over the world.”
The minute he said it he realized he’d stuck his foot in his mouth. Pretty far down his throat, too.