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Today I’m posting a short Christmas season scene from my award winning Civil War romance.

Excerpt:

ConfederateRose_w3122_300Warmth spread through Katie at the woman’s invitation. She hadn’t felt welcome anywhere for such a long time. She’d only had a short time with Rory. After losing him, she’d dreamed of having a family and home again. She swore she’d do better by her own children than what her parents had been able to provide.

With Rory and the farm, she’d had such a chance. But she’d lost that forever. Now, she had a chance to at least start over with Alex’s child, even though she was only an employee at the boardinghouse and she didn’t have him.

As she looked into her landlady’s kind eyes, Katie swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m grateful fer yer offer, Mrs. Borden. ‘Tis been a long while since I’ve had anything to call a home.’

“My own grandchildren don’t live hereabouts. With the war on, don’t reckon I’ll get to see them any time soon. It’ll be wonderful to have a baby in this house.”

Tears welled in Katie’s eyes. Even though it was only a room in a boardinghouse, she felt like she’d finally found a home.

Once the turkey was in the oven, the women sat at the table slicing carrots and radishes Mrs. Borden had stored in her spring room.

“I don’t mean to pry,” the landlady said, “but when the war is over, will you search for your child’s father?”

Katie stared at the knife in her hand and bit her lip. She met the older woman’s gaze. “I honestly don’t know.”

1st place historical category of First Coast Romance Writers 2010 Beacon Contest for Published Authors!

2nd place historical category of 2010 New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award!

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WhispersintheWind_w9628_750And if you like Civil War romances, Confederate Rose is now part of the Civil War boxed set, Whispers in the Wind.

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Third installment from first chapter of my Civil War holiday romance novella.

Excerpt:
thechristmasball_7289_7501She’d joined the army disguised as a man by the name of George Brewster. Although she’d spent time on the battlefield, she was now assigned as a hospital steward. Working closely beside Doctor Ellison made her wish she wasn’t in uniform, but dressed in a gown, her curls long and flowing. She’d watched the doctor gaze at a few of the women volunteers appreciatively and often wished he looked at her that way.

After he completed his examination, Doc turned to Sara, “I need to get that ball out immediately. If you could bring my instruments up here and a clean pan of water, I’ll get started. Thank you for bringing him to my attention, he may have died otherwise.”

“He’ll be all right?”

“Can’t say for sure, but at least he’ll have a chance.” Doc Ellison smiled.

Sara feared she’d swoon. She’d longed to have him smile at her that way, but it didn’t mean a thing so long as he thought her to be a boy. She made her way to the back of the tent, where Miss Marshall sorted instruments.

“I need to bring those up to Doc.”

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Stop by my post on Slip Into Something Victorian today about General Sherman’s Christmas gift to Abraham Lincoln.

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Merry Christmas!

virgin & childI’d like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

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The traditions of the Christmas season, at least in America, evolved during the Victorian period to encase much of what we still celebrate as part of Christmas today. St. Nicholas or Santa Claus appeared as a main part of the season during the Victorian era.

Also, the Christmas tree, thought of by many as being donated by German immigrants, who decorated an evergreen tree in their homes. This tradition, in actuality dates back to pre-Christian times. To the Romans, the evergreen was a symbol of fertility and regeneration. The early Christians adapted the symbol to represent the Tree of Life and Jesus.

The Christmas tree in America dates back to as early as 1812 or 1819. New York was originally a Dutch Republic named New Amsterdam, hence the earliest American Christmas trees may have originated with the German-American population.

VictorianchristmastreeThe Christmas tree gradually increased in popularity over the next twenty years. Universal appeal occurred during the 1850’s and 1860’s.

Godey’s promoted the charm of the in-home Christmas tree, highlighting Queen Victoria and Prince Albert’s celebration. A table-top tree was included, the print appearing in the December Godey’s issue in 1850. Albert had introduced the tree he’d embraced as a child in Germany and years after his marriage to Victoria, stated, “I must now seek in the children an echo of what Ernest [his brother]and I were in the old-time, of what we felt and thought; and their delight in the Christmas-trees is not less than ours used to be,…”

In America, over the next decade, Christmas trees started to appear in both the churches and the marketplace. This in turn, encouraged people to bring them into their homes, making the tree an important part of holiday décor.

From Christmas Trees and Godey’s Lady’s Book/ America’s Victorian Era in the Age of Sail

For more information about trees and the traditions of the early Victorian era http://www.victoriana.com/christmas/tree-99.htm

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ErinsRebel_w1957_300With Christmas fast approaching, I’m posting a short Christmas scene from my Civil War time travel romance.

Excerpt:
Kneeling by the stone, Will pressed his lips against it. The taste of cold granite brought the pain back anew. All he had left of her now was Amanda. Their stillborn son rested by Anne’s side.

He left the small, church cemetery and strolled home as his thoughts filled with Anne and Mrs. O’Connell. Each woman was so different. Anne had been refined and well-mannered. He hardly recalled a complaint coming from her lips. She’d been the perfect wife, mother, and hostess.

Mrs. O’Connell, on the other hand, could be bold and sometimes brash. She often asked direct questions of a personal nature, causing his father’s eyebrows to rise and his mother to shake her head. She was curious about everything, and he’d often catch her scribbling in a journal Jenny had given her to pass the time.

He found her unpredictable, but at the same time, she intrigued him. Anne had been gone two and a half years. And Mrs. O’Connell was a lovely distraction. He caught the glances Jenny gave the two of them. She, no doubt, had matchmaking on her mind.

When he arrived home and entered the parlor, the scent of fresh pine and wood burning in the fireplace greeted him.

Jenny, wearing a forest green frock, stood by the tree lighting candles set in the branches. She wore her hair in a braided ring around her head with a black ribbon hairnet for adornment.

“Lighting the candles so early?” he asked.

She gasped and turned to face him. “You scared me, Will. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He grinned and slid onto the settee.

Her hoop-lined skirt spun about as she turned her attention back to the tree set atop a side table.

Civil War time travel romance, Erin’s Rebel, was a finalist in the Ancient City Romance Authors 2010 Reader’s Choice Award, paranormal category.

Read opening chapters and reviews at my website: http://susanmacatee.com/mybooks.html

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Second excerpt from the first chapter of my Civil War holiday romance novella.

Excerpt:
thechristmasball_7289_7501“I much appreciate it, son.” Combs’ eyes glazed over and he turned his face away.

Sara moved cautiously through the overcrowded tent trying not to jostle wounded patients. Doctor Ellison stood at the back of the tent conferring with a woman nurse, whose honey-colored hair was arranged in a bun at the nape of her neck.

Miss Marshall turned, light brown eyes drifting over Sara’s form, dismissing her as unworthy of more than a passing appraisal.

“Doc,” Sara said. “I have a wounded man…gut shot. I think you should have a look.”

Ellison nodded to the nurse. “I’ll be right back.” He raised a hand. “Lead on, Private.”

She turned and led him to Combs. As the doctor bent to probe the wound, she studied his handsome face. A dark brown, well-tended beard framed his angular jaw, and the thick, wavy hair touching his collar always seemed to have an errant lock grazing his forehead that she longed to smooth back. His intense hazel eyes set her pulse racing as he examined the man’s wound. How would it feel to have him studying her so intently? She warmed at the thought. Unfortunately, when he glanced at her, all he saw was a boy.

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