Today I’m rediculously excited to tell you about a new novel that was recently released by one of my favorite authors Geralyn Corcillo called A Drakenfall Christmas. In addition to telling you a bit about the book, I’m also going to share an exclusive guest post from the author herself!
A Drakenfall Christmas by Geralyn Corcillo
Mark and Maisy, ahem, that is, Lord and Lady Shiley, get ready to celebrate their first Christmas together at Drakenfall, their renowned estate-turned-resort in the heart of the Cotswolds. The energetic and very un-aristocratic couple spreads holiday cheer as they conspire in guest shenanigans and staff kerfuffles.
In an uncharacteristic turn, unflappable house manager Glynis Ferry seems to be getting her duster ruffled every time she catches sight of Shaun Fletcher, the new head groomsman. Pippa Taylor, a whirling dervish of a domestic, works below stairs to make the magic of Drakenfall happen for everyone else. But will there ever be enough magic left over for her? There will if most worthy valet Kafi Diop has anything to say about it, as he tries to spin holiday enchantment every which way. But his best laid plans always seem to go cataclysmically awry, even with Maisy helping out as his faithful sidekick.
And what about Kafi’s grandest of schemes, set to take flight at the Drakenfall Christmas Ball? He’s depending on guest Jamie Tovell, who’s depending on his secret crush Lea Sinclair.
But even if everything goes off without a hitch, will the secret Maisy’s been hiding from Mark all season pop up at the most inopportune moment to set everything asunder? It’s a Drakenfall Christmas … topsy turvy, but generously sprinkled with laughter and lavishly frosted with romance!
Author Guest Post – It’s Not About the Stocking
When I was in fourth grade, I loved drawing horses. So, I asked my mother for a deluxe art set for Christmas – colored pencils, charcoal, paints, ink. Man, it was, like, professional! It had this totally grown up case. I even showed her the picture of exactly what I wanted in the JC Penny’s catalog. Day after day, I would come home from school and look at the art set in the giant cornucopia of glossy pages, dreaming about the horses I could draw! Christmas arrived and I opened up … a yellow-orange Crayola Caddy with bright markers and crayons.
It had been in the picture in the catalog right next to the art set I wanted. But instead of the art set that would launch my career as an illustrator for Highlights Magazine, I got a toy. For kids. Gaudy primary colors replaced the hoped-for tools of my future trade.
Another year, when pastel cotton Esprit pants with a stripe of white piping down the side were all the rage, I asked for a pair for Christmas. I got orange corduroys with a white stripe down the side … and an orange and white striped sweater vest to match. The Christmas that little round Bermuda bags with their wooden handles and changeable covers were THE purse to have in middle school, I got a big square knitting bag – with a wooden handle. My Mom, you see, overworked, beleaguered, and driven crazy by four loud kids, would always miss, by just a little bit, when it came to fulfilling my Christmas Wish List.
But then there was the time my mom NAILED IT. And I hadn’t even asked for what I found in my stocking. My mom just noticed how I rode my bike to the library every week to get a new batch of mysteries and how I’d be glued to the TV on Sunday nights to watch Masterpiece Mystery on PBS.
I was addicted to Agatha Christie and my mom noticed.
The Christmas I was in sixth grade, I found a box set of four Agatha Christie paperbacks in my stocking! I’ve never in my life gotten a gift that gave me so much joy! That New Year, I got violently sick with the stomach flu and threw up all over Cards on the Table, one of the four books I just couldn’t put down. My mom took the book off me, rinsed it out in the tub, set it out to dry, and I kept right on reading the crinkly, stained pages.
Growing up, I loved to read, especially anything by Agatha Christie. I loved to escape to the simpler yet vastly more exciting world of Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, and Tommy and Tuppence. And my mom noticed. And today, I write to give readers just that same kind of delightful escape.
So no, nothing my Mom got me ever made me look cooler or get closer to silly, unfounded dreams. (Did I mention I cannot draw anything BUT horses?) My Mom is not, after all, a freaking magician.
But thirty-five years later, across two continents and four states, guess what I still have?
What gifts from childhood Christmas do you cherish?
About the Author – Geralyn Corcillo
When she was a kid in Scranton, Pennsylvania, Geralyn Vivian Ruane Corcillo dreamed of one day becoming the superhero Dyna Girl. So, she did her best and grew up to rescue animals and constantly pick up litter. At home, she loves to kick back by watching black & white movies, British mysteries, and the New York Giants. Corcillo lives in a drafty old house in Hollywood with her husband TV writer Ron, a guy who’s even cooler than Kip Dynamite.
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