Star Light, Star Bright (Guest Post by L.A. Sartor)
Star Light, Star Bright
by L.A. Sartor
December 15, 2015My new release this month, Believe In Me This Christmas Morn is the third book in the Star Light ~ Star Bright series. I didn’t start book one, Be Mine This Christmas Night, with the intent of writing a series, but after enough people said I should…I did. And honestly, it’s been darn successful. Yes, I’m blowing my horn here, but the first two books went #1 on Amazon making me a bestselling author. That is a dream come true.
A dream that all started with the star. There truly is a lit star on Flagstaff mountain in Boulder, Colorado. I can see it from my office at night. There’s always been controversy surrounding the star, some see it as a religious icon, others as an eyesore. It’s been vandalized and torn down, and one year it was converted into a peace symbol. But when I was young and a man was complaining to my mom about the star at a neighbor Christmas party, she told him this: That the star is simply a symbol of hope. That instead of trying to pigeon hole it, let it be a bright light for the season. Whichever season you celebrate at this time of year. For him it was Chanukah. And he smiled and never brought it up again. That message stuck with me.
I’ve always loved the star. I’ve chatted with the electrical engineer responsible for it and he requested my first two books, autographed. I was happy to send them. The bulbs have been updated to LEDs and now the star shines its first night on Veterans Day instead of Thanksgiving.
To me it is a symbol of light, of hope, of peacefulness, of finding that beacon.
So my three books in the series revolve around this star, and it plays a role in each person’s life. Oh, and a bit more, Annie in book one, Be Mine This Christmas Night is a children’s author and writes about stars, natch.
I hope you enjoy the series. One day I’ll write Caro’s story in a novella. She’s Brice’s sister in Forever Yours This New Year’s Night, book two.
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I hope you all have a Peaceful and Merry Christmas, and if Christmas isn’t your holiday, may yours be filled with the magic of its celebration.
L.A. Sartor began telling stories around the age of 4 when her mother, at L.A.’s insistence, wrote them down and L.A. illustrated them. As an adult she writes suspense and action adventure novels with a dash of romance, and screenplays—she’s had a contracted adaptation! She lives in Colorado with her husband whom she met on a blind date. L.A. loves to travel and thinks life is an adventure and we should embrace the journey.
It’s the week before Christmas and Belle Grantham has won the best gift ever. A website makeover she’s certain will save her struggling literacy nonprofit.
Mitchell Thomas is giving Belle what she needs, a new website to maximize potential donations. In return, he’s getting the Christmas present he so badly wants, an escape from snowy Boulder, Colorado, and haunting memories.
Their wishes are threatened after Belle meets with a donor and discovers his financial rescue comes with unwanted strings…and a ticking clock.
As Mitch and Belle work side by side against time, Mitch is sure that Texas-bred Belle, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, will have little in common with him, who barely owned a spoon until college.
Will Belle believe in him after being dealt a soul-shattering complication?
The loud rap on the front door startled her even though she was waiting for it. Belle pulled the door open wide to find Mitchell covered in snow, grasping a travel mug she hoped held coffee. Black, or with cream and sugar…none of that mattered, only that he brought coffee.
And that he was here.
He handed her the mug and stepped backward to shake off his dark woolen hat.
“Where’d you get all that snow?” It was still snowing, but not enough to cover the shoulders of his coat and hat with as much as was piled on at the moment in the short distance from car to cabin.
He pointed upward at the slope of the entryway overhang. She stepped out and looked up. The roof was metal and now practically clear of the white stuff.
He didn’t seem mad, just amused by the situation. That was nice.
Most of the men Belle knew wouldn’t have been so accepting of the situation, and somehow it would have been her fault that it happened.
“Yup, so give me a moment to brush off. Then if you’re ready, we can head to the office.”
Belle sipped from her mug as she watched Mitch dust off his dark blue parka and pull his hat back on.
“Let me get my satchel and we’re off. Thanks for the coffee. You have no idea how much that means.”
“Oh, but I do. I’m a bit of an addict myself. I remembered Maisie said you were also.”
She couldn’t believe he’d remembered and been so considerate. Belle shouldered her satchel and locked the door behind her.
“Watch your step. It’s icy after we trampled it down last night. When we get back, I’ll look for a snow shovel and see about cutting a path.”
Just as he finished his warning, Belle slipped and flailed her arms to catch herself. The mug went flying into a snow bank. The dismay on Mitchell’s face was so funny that instead of being angry with herself over her clumsiness, she couldn’t hold back the laughter.
“Your face is priceless.”
“Only because now you’re going to want to drink mine,” he said with a smile.
“Nope, I’m not leaving a great mug of coffee to freeze in the snow.” She handed him her satchel and pushed her way through the knee high snow to the divot in the whiteness that showed her where the mug landed, then sunk. Belle fished around for a second and with a great show of triumph held it high. “Good thing this mug self-seals, so your coffee is safe from plunder.”