![]() Then we played games.” She pointed to the stack of board games on the coffee table. My class came skiing, but just for the morning. “Last day of school before Christmas break. “It’s your birthday?” Kristen shrugged out of her jacket and hung it. “You can leave your boots on the mat and hang your coat there if you like.” Sarah pointed to a row of wooden pegs by the entrance door, then quickly moved a broom out of the way. Kristen couldn’t resist a peek through the open door next to them, into an empty office with a reception counter and a pair of comfortable-looking chairs in front of an unmanned desk. She took some guests to their room upstairs. “We hear that word a lot.” Sarah grinned as she shook her hand. A home that was both luxurious and homey. ![]() The feeling was rustic and welcoming, yet sophisticated. The fireplace was more of the magnificent river rock from outside and the floor was slate. Raw, polished wooden uprights held up the rail of the stairs and loft. The great room was topped by natural wood in its vaulted ceiling. She could hardly keep her bearings, there was so much to take in. “I’m starting work here tomorrow and, wow.” ![]() He stayed and sniffed the laptop bag that Kristen let slide off her shoulder. “Exactly!” Sarah let go of the dog and nudged him. She leaned over to let the dog smell her hand. “And there’d be no snow left for the skiers?” Kristen guessed, closing the door behind her. If I let him out, he’ll roll in the snow and I’ll have to start all over again.” He’s super friendly, but I just got him dried off. She held the collar of a big, shaggy dog with hair falling over his eyes and paws like mops. Her wide smile of greeting revealed braces and dimples. “Okay, I got him.” A girl of about twelve or thirteen drew the door open and backed up to let her in. There were two sets of steps, but one had a sign that read, ‘Welcome to Mistletoe Chalet.’ She climbed that direction and knocked, then obeyed the sign on the door that said, Please come in.Ī black nose poked out near her knee, trying to muscle the door fully open. She drank in a bracing breath of evergreen and frost and thought, This is it. ![]() In the final touch of magic, snowflakes fell like specks of glitter.Įven though she’d only seen the place online, and only from the outside, she had the oddest sense of homecoming. A layer of snow sat as a thick, rich icing atop this wintry confection while colored Christmas lights reflected through the icicles dripping off its eaves. Massive picture windows reflected the silvery-mauve light of growing dusk while inset lighting warmed the entrance to a welcoming, golden glow. River-rock walls gave it a sense of reliable permanence while accents of natural wood formed crossbeams and railed balconies. It sprawled in gabled wings from an A-frame front, its roof jutting in sharp angles toward the sky, like the mountaintops surrounding it. Nestled against a mountainside, guarded by craggy, muscled peaks of granite, the chalet was everything she wanted a mountain lodge to be. She shouldered her small bag as she closed the door on her sturdy hatchback, ears stinging and nose pinching at the brisk air that accosted her. Kristen Benz arrived at Mistletoe Chalet and knew she was in danger of falling in love. Wedding at Mistletoe Chalet Excerpt Chapter One Their being here imbued Wedding at Mistletoe Chalet with some extra family love. Mom helped me brainstorm titles for this book and cooked meals so I could get it written. They wound up staying with us for two months until they were able to get back in. The next morning, their house was under twelve feet of water. They’d been asked to leave their house in case the river breeched the dyke beside their house. Mom and Dad had come to us as a precaution one night in May. My parents were actually staying with us when I took a call from my publisher and made the decision to change directions. (This cross-over may yet happen!)įor a number of reasons, this turned into a much sweeter stand-alone Christmas story. I thought Petra and Flynn would wind up at Blue Spruce Lodge, meet Skye, and plan a ‘real’ wedding for Trigg and Wren, who had a courthouse marriage in In Too Deep. At one point, I thought this story might be a cross-over between my Love in Montana series and Blue Spruce Lodge.
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