Wednesday, October 14, 2015

**GIVEAWAY** Showcase Home For Christmas by Lily Everett

Today I'm happy to showcase Lily Everett's newest and number four in her Sanctuary Island novels, Home For Christmas.
Lily's publisher, St. Martin's Press is also sponsoring a giveaway for one print copy of the book, US ONLY. Giveaway details below.

Here's a review from friend and fellow blogger Kathryn at The Book Date
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ISBN-13: 9781250074041
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Release Date: 10/06/2015
Length: 320pp
Buy It: B&N/Amazon/Kobo/IndieBound



Overview

Celebrate Christmas on Sanctuary Island, where the love light gleams. There will be snow and mistletoe...and two lonely hearts yearning for love, family, and above all, home.
Magazine columnist Libby Leeds has made a name for herself sharing heartwarming stories from her perfect life on Sanctuary Island. There's just one minor detail she's left out: she hasn't set foot on the island since her childhood. Orphaned and heartbroken, she departed years ago and never looked back-except in her fictional columns. Now a wounded war hero is returning to Sanctuary Island, and Libby's editor insists she cover the story by taking the long road back...
HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
Army Ranger Owen Shepard is a tall, handsome single father, and now a media sensation. He wants to reconnect with his daughter, Caitlin, and make up for lost time by giving her a Christmas to remember. When "America's Favorite Homemaker" Libby Leeds offers her help, he jumps at the chance. But the sweet, reclusive writer is more intriguing, and more tempting, than Owen could have imagined. Soon, Owen and Caitlin are spending their holiday with Libby, decorating trees, making gingerbread houses, and warming up by the fire. It's the closest Libby has come to love and family since she was a child-but until she and Owen admit what is in their hearts, the home they are creating together will be only in their dreams.
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Read an excerpt courtesy St. Martin's Press:

Chapter One Libby sat with her fingers poised over her laptop keyboard, her deadline looming over her shoulder like a stern, demanding schoolteacher. You could excel if you'd work a little harder, she imagined Mrs. Deadline saying. Are you stupid or just lazy, Ms. Leeds? Why don't you apply yourself? Libby sighed in the dark silence of her small home office. Another week, another column forSavor magazine ... another shame spiral. Imaginary Mrs. Deadline was right, Libby told herself firmly. Why did she put herself through this every time? She ought to buckle down, grind out a few sentences, and see what she came up with. If it sucked, she could fix it later! She wasn't curing cancer, here. All she was doing was describing a Thanksgiving feast-and that should be easy! The main course was predetermined. It had to be turkey! So what was she waiting for? Nothing. She was going to start typing. Libby rested her fingertips on the smooth keys and took a deep breath in. The blank white page glared back at her, painfully bright in the dim room. Any second now ... Without conscious thought, Libby's right hand twitched and her pinky hit the button that maximized her internet browser. Before she could get her rogue fingers under control, they'd clicked her mouse and restarted the video that she-and more than a million other people-had been watching on repeat since the clip first aired on theGood Morning Show. "And how are you recovering from your ordeal?" The talk show host's platinum blonde bob quivered with sympathy as she leaned over the hospital bed's railing. Libby held her breath, her gaze eating up the details of this image she'd already viewed at least fifty times. The man being interviewed didn't shift a single hard muscle. Copper glinted from his short-buzzed hair under the fluorescent lights. His broad chest was barely contained by the plain white hospital gown, his muscular shoulders straining the material where he sat propped against several flat pillows. Even with his right leg in a cast and raised slightly in traction, he sat at attention, looking ready to spring from the bed and into action at the first sign of danger. His left arm was in a sling that held it immobile across his chest, the tanned skin dark against the pristine fabric. Next to the hospital bed was a small open box framing a bronze medal hanging from green and white striped ribbon. It was the Army Commendation Medal for distinguished service and valorous conduct, usually awarded to those who had risked their lives above and beyond the normal duties of combat. Libby knew, because she'd looked it up yesterday after the first time she'd watched the video. When Sergeant First Class Owen Shepard finally spoke, it was with quiet authority, his rough voice stroking over Libby's skin like a callused palm. "Recovery is slow but steady." Rhonda Friend, the premier network morning show host, blinked big blue eyes at him. "And was it just awful?" she asked in hushed tones. "The explosion that nearly took your life?" It was only because Libby had basically become a PhD-level expert in Sgt. Owen Shepard's facial expressions that she caught the miniscule tightening of his sharply angled jaw. "I can't speak about that," he said, clipped but polite. "Of course, of course," Rhonda rushed to reply, still simpering. "An active military operation-we wouldn't want you to compromise it. But you can share a few teensy little details with us, can't you?" Something shifted behind Sgt. Shepard's blue-green eyes, and suddenly he smiled. Bright, charming, effortless-but Libby's gut told her it was fake. "I'd rather talk about the future," he said. "Rehab is hard work, but I'm committed to getting back on my feet and going back to my men. They tell me it might not happen, but I'm not good with accepting limitations. I'll get there, even if it takes a few months." Rhonda, who hadn't seemed to notice anything off about her interview subject's easy smile, gave him another smile dripping with sympathy. "It will be wonderful to have some time off, I'm sure! Time with your family, to reconnect, before you return to your unit overseas to fight for our freedoms back home. And speaking of home, where is that for you?" For the first time in the interview, a hint of something real and joyful warmed Sgt. Shepard's weary eyes. "My sister, Andie, and my daughter. Caitlin. Wherever they are, that's home." Libby's heart skipped ahead two beats, the way it had every time she'd watched the clip. Obviously sensing the nearby presence of gold, Rhonda dug deeper. "Your sister is a small-town sheriff, isn't that right? Heroism must run in the family." "I don't know about that-but Andie is pretty great. Her town is lucky to have her standing watch over them." "And what about your wife? Is there a Mrs. Shepard waiting for you at home?" Something flickered through Sgt. Shepard's gaze, and his smile dimmed a bit. "No. Caitlin's mother passed away ... almost a year ago, now." "Tragic," breathed Rhonda, clearly delighted. "I'm so sorry for your loss." "All that matters to me now is Caitlin." A muscle ticked in the wounded soldier's jaw, and he glanced past Rhonda's startled face to stare directly into the camera as if making a vow to his little girl. "All that matters is getting home to her in time for the holidays. I want to give my daughter the perfect Christmas." The moment held, intense and riveting. Libby's lungs seized, her throat tightening and eyes burning. He was so intent, his fierce need to be there for his young daughter was almost palpable. With a jerk of her chin, Rhonda gestured for the cameraman to re-focus on her tight smile. "I'm sure you will." Sgt. Shepard shrugged, sinking back into the pillows. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. The doctors tell me I'll be recovered enough to get out of the hospital and down to Sanctuary Island in time-but whether I can manage anything approaching a good Christmas is less certain. I'm not even sure I'd know a good Christmas if it ambushed me in the desert, much less how to make sure Caitlin ... well. I'll figure it out." "There you have it, ladies," Rhonda purred, turning back to the camera and flicking her hair back. "He's single, handsome, and a real-live hero-and he needs you. Send us your holiday ideas and help a genuine American hero give his daughter the Christmas she deserves." With only seconds left on the video, Libby ignored the talk show host's babble in favor of staring at Owen Shepard's handsome, angular face. There was a bone-deep confidence to him-not arrogance, exactly, but a deep assurance in his own strength. The only hint of vulnerability was the way he softened over his daughter ... and the pain that hardened his mouth when he shifted his weight against the hospital bed. Libby noted the sharp slash of his cheekbones as he glanced down, one hand dropping to massage the muscle above his leg cast. Even partially veiled by his dark chestnut lashes, his eyes were an extraordinary color, a blend of blue and green that she'd spent way too long trying to come up with the perfect word to describe. And when he looked up, Libby paused the video right before it cut out, her breath catching in her throat at the way his gaze burned through the screen and into her soul. She stared, caught up in the unfamiliar feeling of connection. For a girl who spent most days hiding out in her living room in yoga pants, not speaking to anyone other than her impatient editor and the coffee shop guy on the corner who supplied her caffeine needs, what she felt when she looked at Owen Shepard defied understanding. Libby wanted to know him. Everything about him. And she wanted him to know her, the way no one had since ... Enough. Huffing at the silly fantasy, Libby determinedly clicked out of the video and shut off her internet connection for good measure. It was time to get to work. This Thanksgiving piece wasn't going to write itself. Unfortunately. Libby rested her fingertips on the keyboard and stared at the blinking cursor at the top of the screen. This was good. She was working. She sighed, her mind as blank as the page in front of her. When she closed her eyes, her imagination betrayed her with visions of Owen Shepard's strong, weathered face. Cracking her knuckles in frustration, Libby forced herself to focus. She started typing. I sometimes think I must have done something especially wonderful in a past life to deserve the riches of this one. Not the material things-although I'm grateful for every stick of furniture and every crumbling brick holding up the walls of this old house-but our wealth is in the air. So sweet and clear it almost sparkles in the morning sun. Our wealth is in the deep blue of the ocean stretched under the horizon and the swaying boughs of the pinewood trees leaning over our back porch. Our wealth is in the warm, friendly community of Sanctuary Island, where wild horses thunder across the sandy beaches and autumn shades everything in tones of russet and gold. This Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for so many things, especially- When the phone rang, she jerked in surprise. Cursing silently at the distraction just when she'd been getting into a good rhythm, Libby didn't even check the caller ID before answering. She knew who it had to be. No one but the sweet, caring nurses at Uncle Ray's assisted living center ever called her. Bracing herself for bad news from Sunnyside Gardens, Libby was startled by the brisk masculine voice asking, "Is this Elizabeth Leeds?" "Yes," she replied cautiously. "May I ask who's calling?" "This is Hugo Downing." Libby's blood froze. The publisher of Savor magazine. "Your boss," Hugo continued, as if Libby might not recognize the name. "And first of all, I want to say how glad we are to have you atSavor." Keeping her voice calm and pleasant, Libby tried to contain her panic. "Thank you so much, Mr. Downing. I appreciate that more than I can say." Clearly having had enough small talk, Downing cleared his throat and barreled on like a jovial, speed-talking Santa Claus. "An incredible promotional opportunity has fallen into our laps, Elizabeth. May I call you Elizabeth? Ha, ha, ha, at any rate, I'm thrilled, absolutely thrilled, to inform you that you and your family will be hosting an extra guest at your holiday table this year. A famous guest, no less." Libby nearly fell off her ergonomic desk chair. "But Mr. Downing! I couldn't possibly!" The cheer dropped out of his voice, leaving only steel. "You can and you will. This is not a request, Ms. Leeds. I've already committed you." Mouth dropping open in shocked horror, Libby groped for the upper hand. "Mr. Downing, I'm so sorry but I must decline. My family, my privacy-" "Are nothing," Downing declared, "when weighed against the need of a true American hero." A true American hero. The phrase echoed in Libby's swirling brain, familiar as her own name. Her fingertips prickled, and blood rushed to her head so quickly she felt faint. He couldn't possibly mean ... "Sergeant Owen Shepard," her boss said. "You've seen the video? Yes, you and everyone else in America. Well, it turns out that the man's daughter and sister live ... guess where? Sanctuary Island! Small world, eh? You can imagine how your many readers reacted when they made the connection. My assistant sifted through an avalanche of fan mail, and each one contained the same plea-that you and your husband host the Shepard family for Christmas. I know you would not want to disappoint your loyal readers, so obviously, you must give Shepard and his daughter the perfect Christmas." Or you will be fired. He didn't say it, but Libby heard it anyway. Loud and clear. There was just one problem ... the truth. Squeezing her eyes shut, Libby scoured her mind for a way out, any other option, but there was none. This was it. The moment she'd been dreading for two years was breathing down her neck. She opened her eyes and stared around her. Instead of the spacious and homey living room she envisioned as she wrote her column, with handmade quilts draping comfy couches and a handsome husband contentedly tying fishing lures in the corner by the crackling fire, Libby saw her cramped, empty studio apartment. Outside, instead of the whisper of wind through pine boughs, she heard the loud rumble of the 7 train passing practically beneath her feet on its way to Flushing. Libby thought of all the reasons she'd started this terrible deception in the first place-well, the one, single reason, actually. With a quick and silent prayer for her uncle Ray, who'd taken in a grieving orphan girl and raised her with love, Libby took the plunge. "Mr. Downing. I have something to tell you. And you're not going to like it." Copyright © 2015 by Lily Everett


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Editorial Reviews:"Sanctuary Island is a novel to curl up with and enjoy by a crackling fire or on a sunny beach. It’s a beautifully told story of hope and forgiveness, celebrating the healing power of love. Lily Everett writes with warmth, wisdom and deep insight. The island, with its wild horses and natural beauty, is a place of dreams, and the story will live in your heart long after the book is closed." –Susan Wiggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Willow Lake series

“With richly nuanced characters and able plotting…Everett’s sweet contemporary debut illustrates the power of forgiveness and the strength of relationships that may falter but never fail.” –Publishers Weekly



Library Journal
02/15/2015
Although not a native, after three years on Sanctuary Island, Sheriff Andie Shepard knows this is the perfect place to put down some long-needed roots. She certainly isn't seeking out a companion in the process—especially a distrustful, lost eight-year-old who hardly says a word. But Caitlin is the daughter Andie's army ranger brother, Owen, never knew he had, so when Caitlin's mother is killed and Owen is sent overseas, naturally Andie welcomes her. Trust comes slowly, but horses and loner Sam Brennan's perceptive insights play their part, helping a fearful child to heal and bringing Sam closer to Andie, as well. VERDICT A resilient, caring sheriff and an emotionally wounded hero find love against all odds in a soul-satisfying romance that highlights the importance of family, second chances, and loyalty; adds a dollop of danger; and treats fans to the magic of the idyllic Sanctuary Island and its elusive wild horses. Everett (Shoreline Drive) also writes as Louisa Edwards; she lives in Austin, TX.








MEET LILY:
Lily Everett writes deeply emotional, heart-tugging contemporary romances full of wild horses, windswept beaches, the bonds of family, and the joys of love.




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16 comments:

  1. Debbie, i am a sucker for all holiday stories...I think romance takes on a magical element at the holidays.

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    1. I know you are Kim :) and I agree about holiday romances

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  2. This sounds like it will be a great Christmas read!

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    1. it does Ali and I can't wait to read my copy

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  3. What a captivating book which interests me greatly. Thanks for this lovely feature. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com

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  4. Thanks for the mention Debbie. This series gets better with each book. Hope the winner is delighted to receive a copy!

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  5. I can already tell this novel will be beyond touching

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    1. I know I've heard so much about this series now I just need more hours in the day to read them :)

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  6. The description reminds me so much of that old Barbara Stanwick film, Christmas in Connecticut. Loved that so this is definitely a possibility for my holiday reading list.

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    1. That's exactly what I said when I saw this reviewed on another site. It's one of my favorite holiday movies.

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  7. Thanks so much for sharing, Debbie! I love these types of romances for the holidays. Nothing is better than curling up with a mug of cocoa and a good Christmas romance :)

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    1. Hi Sarah, I know right! Thanks for the visit!

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  8. Woots! That one is on my list. Love a holiday read :D

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    1. I know Anna there's just something about holiday romances ahhhhh ;)

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