Guest Post & Book Giveaway: Christmas Eve Traditions by Marcia Lynn McClure #BIR2011

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Marcia Lynn McClure’s intoxicating succession of novels, novellas, and e-books, has established her as one of the most favored and engaging authors of true romance. Her unprecedented forte in weaving captivating stories of western, medieval, regency, and contemporary amour void of brusque intimacy has earned her the title “The Queen of Kissing.”

Marcia, who was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has spent her life intrigued with people, history, love, and romance. A wife, mother, grandmother, family historian, poet, and author, Marcia Lynn McClure spins her tales of splendor for the sake of offering respite through the beauty, mirth, and delight of a worthwhile and wonderful story.

Guest Post: Christmas Eve Traditions
Oh, how I love Christmas! I’m one of those “Christmas all year long” people—bathing in the wonderful music, gift-giving preparation and delicious anticipation of the holiday season—and beginning in March! I never tire of it—never!

Now, I know everyone is busy this week—but I wanted to share a few simple pleasures I enjoy on Christmas Eve. They may or may not be different from some of your own, and I cherish them.

The majority of my “growing up” years were spent in the North Valley of Albuquerque, New Mexico. And like everyone, the cultural wonder of my home town molded many of my family’s Christmas Eve traditions.

Each Christmas Eve my mom would make Posole (a traditional New Mexican stew-like soup made of hominy, pork, chili peppers, cumin, etc.) and serve it with warm flour tortillas slathered in butter, tamales, etc. What a warm, comforting meal it was, and my sister and I looked forward to it all year long.

Following our Posole dinner, we’d hop in the family car and take our Christmas Eve drive down into the local neighborhoods that hosted fantasy-like luminaria displays. Luninarias (a Christmas “lantern” made by placing a lighted votive candle set in sand inside a brown paper bag) lined the streets, driveways, yards, and houses of certain neighborhoods, and it was always so fun to turn out the car lights and follow the long line of cars snaking through the streets as people lingered in awe at the beauty of the luminarias.

When I got married and then had children, Kevin (my husband) and I, instituted a similar tradition in our own family. Posole, tortillas, tamales and luminarias are, and always have been, part of our Christmas Eve tradition—and though the food and luminaria tour were my contribution, coming home from enjoying the luminarias to sit down and bask in the wonderful message the old black and white version of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” was Kevin’s!

In truth, not all of my children love posole as much as I do—but every one of them loves luminarias, tortillas slathered in butter and watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” each and every Christmas Eve.

Oh how I love it! Oh how I love Christmas—all of it! Sometimes during the rest of the months of the year—in times of stress, fatigue, discouragement, etc.—all I need to do is to close my eyes as I lay in my bed at night, and visualize the wonders of Christmas—the smiling faces of children, the lighted Christmas tree, the steaming pot of posole, the familiar strains of “Feliz Navidad” wafting through the city streets—and suddenly, all is right with the world.

If you read my blog for a while it will come as no surprise that Marcia Lynn McClure is one of my all time favorite authors!  I love to escape into her clean romance novels.

In 2011 Marcia released 3 new books.

Title: The Chimney Sweep Charm
Author: Marcia Lynn McClure
Publisher: Distractions Ink
Released: December 7, 2011
Currently Available only through Marcia’s WEBSITE

“There was the muffled sound of audience members standing up, and Baylee and Candice turned to look behind them.
“Holy smokes!” Baylee breathed.
“It’s like a Navy SEAL convention or something,” Candice added.
And it was! Baylee couldn’t believe that over twenty-five of the people in the orientation audience were tall, dark, handsome, buff guys dressed all in black. Each man stood with his feet apart and hands held at his back—similar if not exactly like a military “at ease” stance.
“They’re all packing heat too,” Baylee whispered to Candice as she noted all the holstered sidearms.
“I guess Mr. O’Sullivan wants to be prepared,” Candice said.
“I suppose you girls are all wowed now, right?” Tate said from the front row.
“Let’s see,” Candice began, looking to Tate and feigning an expression of thoughtfulness. “Let’s say I’m being assaulted by some weirdo in street…and who am I going to look to for protection? One of these guys?” she said, nodding toward the security staff. “Or you, Tate? You…who freaked out in June when we were in New York and you thought some guy was looking at you funny. You freaked out and slammed Megan’s finger in the door and cut it off! Who do you think I’m going to trust?”
“It was an accident, and you know it,” Tate grumbled.
Baylee did know it. Still, she found her eyes glancing down the row of chairs in front of her to Megan—to the missing first joint and fingertip on her right hand.
“Yeah, it was,” Candice admitted. “But you still cared more about yourself than Megan. The guy was stalking Megan…not you. Real heroic, Tate. Way to go to instilling a sense of confidence in me that you would have my back.”
“Whatever,” Tate grumbled, turning around in his seat to pout.”

Content: Clean

Rating: 5 Stars – I loved it.

Title: The Haunting of Autumn Lake
Author: Marcia Lynn McClure
Release Date: October 26, 2011
Publisher: Distractions Ink
Tags: Clean Romance

Autumn Lake stopped cold in her tracks. She puffed a breath of summoning courage as she gazed at the old covered bridge before her. Ever since she was a child and Sawyer had read to her the fascinating yet thoroughly haunting story of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Mr. Washington Irving, Autumn had secreted a fear of bridges. Each time she was meant to cross a bridge (especially the old covered bridge on the far side of the orchards), she expected the ghostly headless horseman to appear and attempt to decapitate her. Oh, certainly the tale of the Specter did nothing to soothe her either, for it was said that this was to be a year of the Specter. As the story went, the local phantom, the Specter, only appeared once every ten years—but this was to be the year of the Specter, and Autumn did not like crossing bridges even when it was not a year of the Specter.
Gulping down her fear, however, Autumn glanced behind her, assuring herself that there was no headless horseman riding up behind her intent on stealing her head.
“He wouldn’t want a woman’s head anyway,” she mumbled to herself, even as rising fear caused her heart to pound in her chest. “And besides,” she said, looking back to the old bridge, “I’m eighteen years old…nineteen in less than a month. Surely I can cross the bridge without runnin’.”
Pulling her sketchbook to her chest and tightly folding her arms across it, she spoke aloud to the cattails. “Wish me luck, my darlings…for I do prefer to keep my head attached to the rest of me.”
As Autumn stepped onto the bridge, the roof blocked the warm sunshine, making the space inside the bridge dark and gloomy. Yet she’d expected this. What else would one expect of a covered bridge? After all, its very purpose was protection from the elements, and that included the heat of the summer sun. Naturally, Autumn preferred to think of its purpose as being made for something else—the seclusion necessary for the romance of lovers’ trysts.
She sighed with disenchantment for a moment—disappointment at never having had a lover of her own. She thought how different it would be to cross the old bridge if her arm were linked to that of a strong and handsome lover. Still, she had no lover, and the fact remained that she must indeed cross the bridge.

Rating: 5 Stars – I loved it!

Content: Clean

Title: The Trove of the Passion Room
Author: Marcia Lynn McClure
Released: August 10, 2011
Publisher: Distractions Ink

The Trove of the Passion Room is not simply a story. Nor is it only a fable, a legend or mere nonsensical superstition. It exists. There is a trove hidden in The Passion Room…a trove that has never before in its fullness been found—for it is hidden by the spell of passion that lingers within the room itself. The passion inspired of the room cannot be denied. It cannot be controlled or resisted. And as the influence of The Passion Room cannot be evaded, neither can the trove be revealed without absolute and consummate surrender to…” She paused as her eyes widened. “What?” she breathed. “No way!”

Content: Clean

Rating: 5 Stars – I LOVED IT!

As you can see I loved all of the books she released this year and am happy to have the chance to offer a copy of one of these books as part of BIR2011.


1 winner will receive their choice of either The Haunting of Autumn Lake, The Trove of the Passion Room or The Chimney Sweep Charm.
Paperback available to US only or Ebook available Internationally
Ends 12/31/11

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