Christmas Stories in June

baby blue christmas 2Is it too early to start talking about holiday romances? Here on Main Street, we’re pretty passionate about Christmas stories. I’ve been working on mine, and I’m pretty sure my author friends are busy polishing theirs, as well. Here’s the first chapter of my Baby Blue Christmas. If you have a holiday romance you’re working on and want to post a sneak peek, please do! baby blue christmas 4

Baby Blue Christmas

By Kristy Tate

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Chapter One


 “So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny; so long as the three great problems of the century—the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light—are unsolved; books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.”

Sophie glanced at the spine and wondered again why she’d picked up Les Miserable. She didn’t need to read about the crippling of children, the corruption of women, or the degradation of man. She needed something light and funny. And this was not it. In fact, the actual physical book was almost as heavy as its subject matter. But according to the Mommy Blogs she followed, intellectual stimulation was important for new moms. So…

Sophie glanced at the dark night through the frosty windows and watched the trees shake their barren branches. Clouds shrouded the moon, but they were wispy rather than stormy, and for that she was grateful. It had taken an hour to calm and lull Jamison to sleep and she didn’t need a thunder clap to wake him.

She’d been living in her sister’s house for a little more than six months now and she still felt like the babysitter. Lauren told her that any major move requires an adjustment period of a year, but on dark nights such as this, Sofia wondered if she would ever feel at home in her sister’s house, filling in her sister’s life. Maybe this place, like her sister’s shoes, would always rattle around on her. A little too big. Not quite right.

Sofia propped her feet on the ottoman, and pulled a quilt around her legs before returning to the novel. “Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she realized the ideal expressed by the word “respectable”; for it seems that a woman must needs be a mother in order to be venerable. She had never been pretty; her whole life, which had been nothing but a succession of holy deeds, had finally conferred upon her a sort of pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired what may be called the beauty of goodness.”

Sophie did not want to grow into a Mademoiselle Baptiste, but she wasn’t sure how to stop it. Her work as an attorney had given her plenty of social interaction, but didn’t win her many friends. Her new-found motherhood left her plenty of empty hours, but few opportunities for social connections. She’d decided to join the book club hosted by the downtown bookstore, but she didn’t want to slog through Les Miserable. Maybe she’d watch the movie—the one with Hugh Jackman. She would enjoy an evening with him.

The moaning changed in tone and the door shook again. Sofia put down her book and stared into the flames dancing in the fireplace. Lauren had suggested she replace her sister’s furniture with her own, but her sleek contemporary style didn’t suit the old farmhouse, and so her belongings were stored in the basement in a holding pattern. She wasn’t ready to let them go.


That was not the wind.

Bark! The door shook again.

Sophie kicked off the quilt and padded to the front window where she saw nothing but wind tossed trees and dancing leaves. After undoing the latch, she opened the door. The cold wind circled the room and the flames in the hearth jumped and flickered. A bundle of fur quivered on the front step and pleaded at her with giant brown eyes.

Sophie dropped to her knees and rested her hand on the puppy’s head, trying to ease his trembling. He whined and tried to lick her hand.

“Who are you?” she muttered, avoiding his tongue while searching for a collar or tag.

He whimpered in response.

She picked him up and nestled him against her chest, horrified by his bony rib cage and splotchy fur. “You can’t stay here,” she told him. “I’m still learning how to take care of a baby. I can’t add a puppy to my chaos, especially not a sick one.” She glanced at the dark woods surrounding her house. Lights from the Jespersen’s farm told her that they were awake, but she couldn’t imagine either of the aging couple traipsing through the forest that separated their properties to deliver a puppy to her doorstep.

After bringing the dog inside, she snagged the quilt off her chair, wrapped the shivering puppy in it, and headed for the kitchen. “But I can’t leave you outside. Not on a night like this. Are you hungry?”

What did puppies eat? Other than puppy chow? She couldn’t drag Jamison from his crib and into the cold to pick up dog food at the store. The closest store was the Millie’s Mini-mart, and it was seven miles away. Besides, it didn’t make sense to buy a whole package of chow for a one night stay.

Sophie smiled at the thought. While most people her age were partying and having one night stands, she was babysitting her sister’s child and rescuing puppies. She blew out a sigh, sat down in front of her computer, cradled the dog in her lap, and Googled how to make homemade puppy food.

The Internet had been her lifesaver since her sister’s death. It staved off loneliness by keeping her connected with her city friends and introducing her to Mommy blogs where millions of moms could answer any and all baby questions while she struggled to find her own parenting legs. Briefly she wondered if there were puppy blogs.

But, no. She didn’t need to connect to online puppy owners since this creature was leaving first thing in the morning. He couldn’t be a permanent fixture in her life. The puppy nestled against her, and as she surfed the web searching for chow recipes, the tiny creature fell asleep, reminding her that she also needed to sleep. Jamison kept early-bird hours.




Luke sat the corner of Main and Olympic not quite sure where to turn. It was an odd sensation, one that he hadn’t felt since…actually, he couldn’t remember a time when his life hadn’t been planned out in an air-tight schedule. Was it his brother’s death that brought him back to his hometown in a herculean effort to create a do-over?

That had something to do with it. He glanced down Main. During the spring, summer, and even into the late fall, the streets would be teeming with surfers and beach-goers, but on this gray November day, Main Street matched his bleak mood.

His thoughts strayed to Matt, as they often did. In the force he didn’t deal with violence, as most of his work had been the cyber-sort, but he’d witnessed plenty of deaths. But none of them had shaken him like Matt’s.


Luke shook himself, glanced in his rear view mirror, and waved a half-hearted apology to the car behind him before rolling through the intersection and pulling to a stop in front of the hardware store. But as soon as he climbed from his SUV, the delicious smell of Betty’s Bakery hit like a blow to his hungry gut and lured him in like a fish on a line.

Seconds later, he emerged with a cup of coffee and a chocolate éclair. In the few minutes he’d been in the bakery, the morning sun had burned off the marine layer, and Hamilton didn’t look so bleak.

“Valjean! Stop!”

Luke pushed himself against a clothing rack as a tiny bundle of fur streaked past. A woman pushing a stroller barreled after the dog.

Could it be Sophia?

She looked…good. Really good.

And the baby…that had to be Jamie.

His heart twisted.

Jamie had only been a few months old when his parents had died. Now, he would be six or seven months old, getting teeth, sitting up, and maybe even crawling.

And Sophia…He had last seen her at the funeral. She’d been livid with him, of course. Dimly, he’d been aware that she’d lost a lot of weight since high school. She’d worn a black suit worthy of Madam Hillary, and she’d thrown a lot of accusations at him.

“Valjean! Come here!” Sophia tried to sound commanding.

She hadn’t known about his position, of course, so he’d automatically forgiven her. He only hoped that now that he’d returned and hoped to settle down that she’d forgive him. He followed her into Tina’s Timeless Treasures and found her very attractive backside sticking out of a circular clothing rack. The clothes jostled as she moved. He tried not to stare.

Squatting beside the baby, Luke smiled at his nephew, searching for signs of Matt. Jamie waved a chubby fist at him. He was blond, blue-eyed, and pink-cheeked like his mom…and his aunt. Other than the curls, Jamison looked nothing like his angular, strong-jawed father.

“I heard you were back in town.”

Luke tore his gaze away from his nephew to smile up at Tina Moon, the owner of the Timeless Treasure shop. She’d been old when Luke was in high school, but like her collection of what-haves and what-evers, she hadn’t seemed to age at all in the past fifteen years.

“Bought the Jacoby’s farm, have you?”

“Just the barn,” Luke told her.

Sophia scooted out of the clothes, clutching a puppy with a red ribbon tied around his neck to her chest. She had a smear of dust across her cheek and her hair was mussed. She probably had no idea how adorable she looked.

“Luke.” She made his name sound like a cuss word.

“Hey, Sophia. How are you?”

She climbed to her feet, hugged the puppy with one hand, and pushed her hair out of her face with another. He’d heard that she’d been practicing law at a prestigious firm in San Francisco before the accident. Her baby-doll appearance had undoubtedly thrown her opponents a curve ball as soon as she opened her mouth and filleted them with her wit.

“I see you’re reacquainting yourself with Jamison.”


“Yes,” he said softly. “It’s about time,” he said before she could.

She pursed her lips, but he didn’t know how to read that or the look in her eye.

“I want to talk.” He pressed on, despite the scowl forming between her eyebrows. Straightening, he gave her his best smile. “Can I take you to lunch?”

“Now?” She shook her head. “I’ve got to pass out these fliers and after that it’ll be time for Jamison’s lunch and nap.” She appraised him before lifting her chin. “He’s on a schedule and so am I.” And there’s no wiggle room for you, her tone told him.

Luke grinned. He liked a challenge. “Well, I can help you pass out the fliers. What are you advertising?”

She handed him one. Below the words FOUND DOG was a picture of the puppy followed by her phone number and address.

“You can’t pass these out!”

She grabbed the flier from him. “Why not?”

“It has your number on it!” He swallowed. “And your address!”


“Are you still living at Matt and Chloe’s place?”

“Yes, she is,” Tina said, her voice thick with disapproval.

Luke, so wrapped up in Sophia, had nearly forgotten about Tina. Sophia’s wide eyes told him that she had also. Luke took Sophia’s wrist with one hand, and picked up the folder of fliers and placed it behind his back with the other. “Let me take you to lunch.”

“No. I told you I have to—”

“You are not passing out your name and number.” He rubbed her inner wrist with his thumb.

“You can’t stop me!” She jerked her hand away and folded her arms across her chest.

“Come on, Sophia,” he said.

“That’s Sofa to you!” she spat out.

“Oh, that’s low. Seriously, you’re going to drag out junior high stuff?”

She put the puppy in the back of the stroller, and turned to flounce away. He followed, knowing she couldn’t go very fast while pushing Jamie.

“I want to help with Jamie,” he told her backside as they walked down Main at a brisk pace. “I know you gave up your job in the city…I admire that.”

Sophia acted as if she hadn’t heard him. She paused at a lamp post, pulled a roll of tape from her jacket pocket, and reached into the stroller for the folder of fliers. Straightening, her gaze flicked between the folder in his arms and his face. “Give them back!”

He shook his head. “Be reasonable. You’re living alone on nine acres and you’re going to invite everyone who passes by this street post to come and claim the dog? I don’t think so. Not while my nephew is living with you.”

She stared at him for a moment. Her eyes narrowed. Seconds later, she shoved the puppy into his arms.

“Fine. Now he’s your problem!”

The dog, a bundle of curly fur with big brown eyes, smelled of lavender soap. But no matter how adorable it was, Luke couldn’t keep it. “Sophia! Come on, I can’t take care of a dog.”

“Yes, you made that perfectly clear six months ago.”

Luke glanced around at the nearly deserted street, hoping no one was listening. An elderly gentleman was washing the windows at the Pizza Palace. A woman browsed through the potted plants at the Finicky Florist Shop. He lowered his voice. “I couldn’t be here then, but I’m here now.”

“Thank you very much for taking care of Valjean.” Her voice caught and she stroked the puppy between the ears. “He’s just a puppy. He likes chow made with carrots. I know it sounds weird, but according to the dog-bloggers, it’s the best. If you’ll come by, I’ll give you his things and the recipe for the chow.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “His things?”

“Well, yes. He has a quilt and some toys. Actually, the toys had been Jamison’s…”

“You weren’t going to keep this dog, right?”

“Well, no, but…” she paused, then shook her head. “This isn’t going to work. Give him back.”

Luke edged away from her. “Are you going to pass out fliers with your name and phone number on them?”

“No. I’m going to keep him.” She motioned for him to hand over the dog.

“I’ll give him back on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“If you decide you can’t keep Valjean, I get first dibs.”

“It’s a deal.”

“And you’ll meet me for dinner tonight.”


“Because I want to be a part of Jamie’s life and for that to happen, I need your cooperation.”

Sophia sucked in a deep breath. “Okay.”

Luke gently placed the dog back in her arms.

Sophie tried to ignore her trembling knees, but if she were honest with herself, meeting Luke again had shaken her. When he’d stroked her inner wrist, she worried she would pull an Valjean and roll onto her back for a belly rub. Of course, she’d heard he had bought the Jacoby’s barn and had plans to renovate it, but she didn’t know what that meant for Jamison.

But she did know that other than an occasional free babysitter and a back-up plan for Valjean, it meant very little to her.


About Kristy Tate

USA Today bestselling author Kristy Tate has come a long way from small-town Washington. Her avid curiosity and love of reading have carried her to thirty plus countries. (She loves to travel to the places she reads and writes about.) She's the author of more than twenty books, including the bestselling and award-winning Beyond Series and the Kindle Scout winning Witch Ways series. She writes mysteries with romance, humorous romance, light-hearted young adult romance, and urban fantasy. When she's not reading, writing, or traveling, she can be found playing games with her family, hiking with her dogs, or watching movies while eating brownies. She is also a popular public speaker and presents writing workshops for schools, libraries, and fundraisers. All proceeds donated to charity. References available upon request.
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7 Responses to Christmas Stories in June

  1. ginaarditoauthor says:

    Wow! This sounds terrific. I can’t wait to see what happens. What a great first chapter.

    Liked by 3 people

  2. Carol says:

    Fabulous first chapter, Kristy! Looking forward to reading in our Christmas set this year. 🙂

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Kristy says:

    Thanks, friends. Have you started yours?

    Liked by 3 people

  4. Carol says:

    Yes, I have started my Christmas story. I’m also finishing another book.

    Liked by 3 people

  5. jackiemaurer says:

    Love that baby picture at the top, and I can’t wait for these romantic Christmas baby stories! 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  6. E. Ayers says:

    Kristy, we did it again. My story is going into edits. And mine starts with a twin sister, Breanna, who has died and left behind an eight-month-old little girl, Geraldine…and she left behind her boyfriend, Craig…and a bunch of other stuff. That twin sister must be sitting on a cloud laughing while watching her prissy, corporate sis, Brandy, cope. Brandy doesn’t need her sister’s boyfriend. She has one. It’s gets a little complicated, especially when Craig kisses her, for no reason other than he thinks she needs to be kissed. And to make matter worse, Craig had no idea he’d fathered a child. It’s a romance that’s like a beautiful red rose – with thorns. Luckily, there’s no dog.

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  7. leighmorgan1 says:

    Sucked me right in, Kristy! Can’t wait to read the rest of this one!


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