Today we have a sneak peek from the holiday romance by Martin Crosbie: Believing Again – A Tale of Two Christmases.
Two weeks before Christmas, Becky gets what she always wanted. James proposes and promises that they’ll have lots of Christmases together.
When Stephen returns home after serving overseas all he wants is to spend Christmas with his new wife, Myra. All he can think about is her touch, her warmth.
A compelling story of two couples, traveling separate paths, building their lives together, until one day a secret is revealed that changes all of their lives.
And, afterward, nothing will ever be the same again.
A heart-warming tale of love, commitment, family, and, of course, Christmas.
Believing Again – A Tale of Two Christmases is available from Amazon and Amazon UK.
Here is an excerpt from Believing Again – A Tale of Two Christmases…
“Go on, honey, open the door. Open it up.”
I took the four or five paces down the hall, pulled the sleeve of my parka over my hand, and turned the dirty old doorknob. It swung open as easily as the main door had, and inside the room there was a table, teetering on three legs, and it had an envelope on it. James was right behind me, but he didn’t need to tell me this time. Dirt and dust kicked up as I walked over to the table and picked up the envelope. On the front it said, “For Becky.”
I knew that there was more than just a note inside, and I thought I knew what the envelope was going to contain. That’s probably why I waited. I didn’t wait long, only a few seconds, but I did wait. We’d talked around it and talked about it but never really talked about it for us. I wanted it though, and in that moment I knew for sure that he did too. I just wanted to take a few seconds to have it feel the way it always felt, because I knew that things were about to change.
Inside the envelope there was a folded up piece of paper and, again, in James’s handwriting it said, “Becky, will you marry me?” And there was a ring with one shiny little diamond on it. I read the note and held the envelope open, looking at the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. I almost knocked James over as I turned around and ran straight into him.
I thought it was just me crying, and I was crying, but it wasn’t only me. James was crying too, crying and trying to speak at the same time.
“Is that a yes, Becks? Does that mean we’re doing it?”
It would have been yes no matter how he’d asked me, but this was better. This was something we’d always have, and it was something I’d never forget.
I punched him in the side with one hand while the other held on to him as tight as I’d ever held anyone.
“Of course it’s a yes, mister. Of course it’s yes.”
And that was it. We drove home, and in between making plans for our future I cried my eyes out. I suppose I was crying partially because I felt bad for being angry with him when he kicked the door open and partially because it was just like the first time I told him I loved him. I had this feeling that I loved, and needed, I just hadn’t ever known how much I needed it.
“This is going to be a great Christmas, James.”
“We’re going to have lots of them, Becks. Lots of them.”
We married six months later, right after graduation. We were very happy and about to become even happier.
