Anyone who knows me knows I’m not much of a romantic. I don’t read romances, can’t stand “alpha” males and have no use cowboys-and-babies or sheik stories. But. I do like a believable, solid romance as part of the greater story. Like Karen Abrahamson‘s romantic suspense stories, or Toni Anderson‘s. And every year at about this time, I find myself hankering to write a love story. So without further ado, here’s the cover of my third annual Christmas romance short story, A Yukon Christmas.
A YUKON CHRISTMAS
After her 20-year marriage collapses from inertia, Beatrice Talsma sets off on a year-long, cross-Canada journey to discover where she truly belongs. When she reaches the Yukon, however, her short pause turns into a decision to settle down in this strange new place.
In a complete break with the past, she rents out a cabin in the Yukon wilderness. It’s a wonderful spot, except that her closest neighbor, Henry Pekarik, also her landlord, seems determined to help Beatrice out, whether she wants it or not. It’s becoming harder and harder to resist the man but the real test comes when he invites her to Christmas dinner with his family.