Celebrate the holidays with author Joyce Holmes.
If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? This isn’t exactly a thing, but I’d ask for more time with my kids. They all live far away from me and I’d love to be able to see more of them.
What is your favorite holiday candy? Homemade fudge – chocolate and what we call sucre a la creme. We only make it at Christmas to keep it special.
It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? Egg Nog and coffee liqueur, preferably Kahlua. Yummy. Sometimes I even have it with my coffee.
What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Eating homemade cinnamon buns for breakfast Christmas morning.
If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? I’d kiss any of my male characters, for sure, to see if they kiss as good as in my imagination. As for another character, it’d have to be Keanu Reeves from just about any of his movies, except maybe Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure, lol.
Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? My all-time favorite is the simple and sweet sugar cookie, with icing. Although I’m also partial to a good shortbread.
Show No Weakness by Joyce M. Holmes
Secret Cravings Publishing
She’s a free-spirited social worker, looking for Happy-Ever-After. He’s an RCMP Corporal who’s sworn off relationships. Their attraction is so hot, it oughta be illegal.
She’s a free-spirited social worker, looking for her Happy-Ever-After. He’s a distrustful RCMP Corporal who’s sworn off relationships. Their attraction is so hot, it oughta be illegal. Factor in a surly teen heading for delinquency, and you have a case of passion and turmoil too explosive to handle.
As a defense mechanism to deal with his guilt and grief over his daughter’s death, Cole Dennison has become an expert at compartmentalizing his feelings. He keeps his personal life private, while making it his mission at work to rescue children in peril.
Joely Sinclair is fiercely protective and openly compassionate. When she meets Cole Dennison, she falls hard. He’s everything she admires in a man, and because she wears her heart on her sleeve, she can’t understand how or why Cole keeps all his emotions to himself.
As much as Cole resents his interest in the beautiful and outgoing Joely, he can’t deny her appeal, and against his better judgment, he becomes involved in both her and her son, Taylor’s lives. Taylor is in desperate need of a positive male role model and Cole can’t turn his back on the boy. But when Joely starts talking love, Cole’s inability to commit puts an end to their relationship—until a dangerous situation throws them back together.
This time around, will her love have the power to heal this wounded man?
Cole smiled back, encouraged by the slight thaw in her attitude. The elevator door rumbled open and he moved aside to let her exit first. “I’d like to escort you to your car, if you’re ready to leave.”
She brushed a strand of hair away from her face with fingers that were still not too steady. “I can make it to my car by myself, Corporal Dennison. Thanks anyway.”
“That would be Cole.”
“All right, Cole. And please call me Joely.”
For a second, nothing else existed as their gazes locked. And he abruptly plunged into free fall. His senses swam, blood banged inside his head, he forgot to breathe. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this real, this alive. As he opened his mouth to speak, the PA system came statically to life, breaking the spell twining itself around them.
“Corporal Dennison, attend lock-up. Corporal Dennison, attend lock-up, please.”
“Damn. I have to go.” He tugged irritably at an earlobe. “Let me find one of the uniforms to accompany you outside.”
Joely headed for the exit, and Cole kept pace.
“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not necessary.”
“You sure?” When she gave a definite nod of her head, he decided not to push it, although he didn’t like letting her go off by herself while still so obviously shaken. “Please excuse me then, I’m needed elsewhere. Goodnight.”
“Goodbye. And thanks again.” This time, the smile she gave him looked more genuine.
You were saved by the bell on that one, old boy, he cautioned himself, as he watched until she left the office area. She might be a pretty package, but she’s not for you. Don’t ever forget what a mistake it is to let a woman get inside your defenses.
Dark thoughts of another beautiful woman, and the ensuing marriage from hell, scuttled busily through the back of his mind, but he abruptly pushed them out. He couldn’t stand here all evening, daydreaming about Joely Sinclair and reliving the nightmare of his marriage to Debra.
They needed him in lock-up.