What am I thankful for? So many things:
A healthy, happy family;
Good friends who love and support me;
A writing career I enjoy;
The opportunity to write a Hanukkah book.
As we head into the holiday season, I wish my readers,
family and friends time with those they love, doing what gives them
satisfaction, and a joyful new year!
Blurb
Benjamin Cohen, widowed
father of six-year-old Jessie, is doing his best to hold it together through
order and routine. The last thing he needs is his matchmaker mother to set him
up with her next door neighbor, no matter how attractive she is.
Rachel Schaecter's dream of becoming a foster mother is right within her grasp,
until her meddlesome neighbor tries to set her up with her handsome son. What's
worse? He's the father of her favorite kindergarten student! She can't afford
to let anything come between her and her dream, no matter how gorgeous he may
be.
Can these two determined people trust in the miracle of Hanukkah to let love
and light into their lives?
Excerpt
Six-year-old bodies were good at many things—
bouncing, hugging, and racing. Rachel was thankful they were also good at hiding
her surprise. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her favorite student,
and her student’s father, would be at her neighbor’s house the same night she
was invited to celebrate Hanukkah.
She met the hard gaze of Jessie’s father across
the room. Eyes narrowed as if he suspected her reasons for being here. His
broad shoulders were stiff. His jean-clad muscular legs were spread apart in a
solid stance. Square hands fisted at his sides, and one of them held a menorah.
Did he plan to throw it or club someone with it?
Giving Jessie a last pat, she rose. With an arm
around Jessie, she extended her other hand to her father. “Happy Hanukkah.”
“Ms. Schaecter.”
“Mr. Cohen.”
“Oh, please,” Harriet said, “Such formality
between you two. Rachel, this is my son Benny. I mean Benjamin.”
Benny. Rachel filed the information away for
later, along with his flushed skin at the nickname. Interesting.
“And Benjamin, this is my neighbor, Rachel.
We’re not at a school event. You can call each other by your first names.”
Harriet pointed at Jessie, who gripped Rachel’s hand so hard, Rachel’s fingers
lost their circulation. “Except for you,” Harriet added. “You have to call her
Ms. Schaecter.”
Jessie giggled. “Yes, Grandma.”
Buy Links
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/waiting-for-a-miracle-jennifer-wilck/1134117349?ean=2940161018385
Bio
Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl
when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with
these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she
thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or
walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite
stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome,
strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily
ever after.
In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters
and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only
way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.
She writes contemporary romance, some of which are
mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with
The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes
& Noble.
Author Links:
Website: http://www.jenniferwilck.com
Facebook Readers Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2055470311366345/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JWilck
Beautiful post, Jennifer. And I just love the cover and excerpt! Happy (early) Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet. :) Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteYou summed up thankfulness very well, Jennifer!
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