
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a–
Okay, hold on here, OF COURSE, no mice would be stirring in this house. This is a jaguar shifter house!
A Very Jaguar Christmas (Book 5)

You
thought I was going to say Santa and the elves, didn’t you? But the
fairies create havoc with everything I do, so I figured I’d hedge my
bets and mention them instead. I was at a luncheon in Old Spring and it
was a gloomy, rainy day, and when I say rain, I mean, icy cold rain all
day. But not to be thwarted as I never get down there and I wanted to
see if they had anything unique for Christmas gifts, I trudged through
the puddles of water in the rain, and every shop was just as cold as I
was.
In Salado, also an old Texas town that reminds me a little of Old
Spring, the shops would be filled with the fragrance of wassail,
Christmas cinnamon spices, or coffee. Not here. The shops would sport a
Christmas tree, each having its own beautiful theme.

But
not here. When I reached the German Gift House, they had mulled wine
and German cookies, and best of all a genuine, beautiful Old Saint Nick.
I was wet, cold and my hair was a mess from wearing the hood up on my
raincoat for two hours in the rain, and when they asked if I wanted my
picture taken with Santa, I said no. Then they talked me into it, and I
was so glad they did. My dad’s paternal grandparents were German, Wilde,
which means wild. Here we thought he was a wild Irishman, but he was a
wild German instead. The Irish and Scottish and French, and the German
Cremers/Cramer were on my mother’s side.

I felt that the rain would turn to snow at any second, I was so cold.
It was perfect to get me in the mood for writing more on Loving the
White Bear. I’m glad they convinced me to take that shot with the best
looking, most realistic Santa I’ve ever met. I’d never had mulled wine
before, and it did help to warm me up a bit, and after buying a couple
of lovely German ornaments for my daughter and son-in-law’s tree and my
son’s, I was off, trudging through the cold rain again.
But I didn’t need to shop any more, looking for that special
Christmas gift. I had already found it. A little bit of Christmas,
German style, on a cold, rainy day in Texas.
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The winner will receive the following Sourcebooks Casablanca titles:
A Cowboy Firefighter for Christmas by Kim Redford
Mistletoe Between Friends / The Snowflake Inn by Samantha Chase
A Very Jaguar Christmas by Terry Spear
A Cowboy Christmas Miracle by Carolyn Brown
True-Blue Cowboy Christmas by Nicole Helm
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