Don't let the title fool you - Sing We Now of Christmas is much more than just a holiday read. The Fourth of July is a very pivotal day...here's all the details including the blurb and an excerpt:
Sing We Now of Christmas
Rebel Ink Press
Word Count: 44, 300
Author: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
When Jessica Martin met Johnny Devereaux that December, holiday magic filled the air but their love was no enchantment….he was, without doubt the love of her life and by summer, they were happy newlyweds with all their life and holidays ahead.
But when he failed to return home from a fishing trip on the Fourth of July, Jessica’s world is rocked to the foundation and when the authorities tell her that her husband is missing, presumed dead, she refuses to believe it.
As the months and seasons pass, no one else holds out hope but Jessica believes.
She knows he’ll be home for Christmas no matter what. Her family calls her crazy, Johnny’s family tries to help her find closure but Jessica’s heart refuses to surrender hope.
When Christmas comes, the truth will come out to shock them all.
It might as crazy as some people, including her own family, wanted to think she was but Jessica felt closer to him here. She could envision him here with clarity; remember every nuance and each expression. Thinking about the way his dark brown eyes lit up whenever he reached the lake gave her a quiet joy. What made him happy made her happy too. Mental images of Johnny fishing from this dock, a cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on baiting a hook or tying a spinner onto his line returned and she sat, lost in memory.
“Hey, pretty girl, do you like to fish?” he asked that first time he brought her down to the lake. It was January and very cold but clear.
“Sure,” she’d told him and wasn’t lying. Although she hadn’t been fishing since childhood, she savored the times she’d gone to Shoal Creek or Elk River with her grandpa. Once or twice, they’d even gone fishing over on Lake Taneycomo.
Johnny lips curved upward in that sweet, soft smile she loved so well at her answer.
“That’s good ‘cause I love fishin’. There’s just something almost holy about being out on the water under the sky that suits me.”
Jessica, tucked into his arm on the shore just above the dock, gazed up him, adoring the line of his face, loving him more than she could find words to say but she tried, anyway,
“I love you most of all, Johnny.”
His smile broadened into a full, high wattage grin. “Even better, honey, because I love you too, even more than I do fishin’.”
“Show me, Mr. Devereaux,” she told him, “then show me.”
So on the banks of Grand Lake O’ the Cherokees, he did. He wrapped his arms around her like a tight cocoon that shut the world and everything in it but the two of them. His embrace protected her from the cold wind that whooshed in from the water and he supported her as she leaned into him, comfortable and comforted. Johnny kissed her then, his lips teasing hers until they kindled from a slow warmth into fire, a sizzling, smoky flame of desire that consumed them both.
His kisses fused them together, body to body, and deeper still. Whatever connected them within, that went beyond the physical, strengthened with each kiss and caress. This time, his kissing, hindered by the winter coats that they wore, brought a fever for which there was just one cure.
Frustrated because he could not get to anything beyond her mouth, Johnny picked her up into his arms and still kissing, carried her all the way to the lake cabin. When they entered, Jessica noticed a musty aroma, product of being mostly closed and empty since fall, but nothing more. He carried her into the bedroom, one with a big window that overlooked the lake and on that sunlight afternoon, he loved her every way he could, removing coats and clothing so that they tangled together, naked.
Without hurry, using the same patience that made him a good fisherman, Johnny made love to her. His big hands stroked her body as if it was fragile and precious yet he found the spots that gave her pleasure. He used his mouth, those hands, his individual fingers, and his cock to bring delight and she gave back all he gave, gloried in it, and afterward, basked with such sweet completion that she drifted to sleep in his arms.
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