The Holiday Bride

A sweet traditional romance and classic amnesia story, with a holiday twist! Book 2 in Ginny's Holiday Brides Novella Series.Waitress Lucy West is down on her luck at the diner. A fan of late-night television reruns, she's always dreamed of a nineteen-fifties style happily ever after. But, in reality, she's opted to settle. Barely scraping by on her meager salary and tired of going it alone, she figures marrying affable, yet distractible, Mitch as making the right move. Little does she know that Christmastime--and Santa--have other plans in store...Bachelor dad William Kinkaid has his hands full with a young teenage son and a five-year-old daughter. Since losing his wife to cancer three years before, William's worked hard to keep things as upbeat and normal for the family as possible. After his child makes a special Christmas wish, William's stunned to awaken Christmas morning to find a beautiful blonde on the sofa. The woman can't remember a thing, and his kid thinks Santa brought her. Can William solve the mystery about who she really is, without giving away his heart?THE HOLIDAY BRIDE...William cinched the tie on his robe and paused at the bend in the stairs. Carmella raced down the steps ahead of him, dashing to the large beige sofa facing the fireplace. Two stockings brimming with goodies hung from the mantel."Oh boy, oh boy!" she cried, springing on her heels in a happy dance. Justin appeared on the landing beside his dad."What is it, fuzz brain?" he asked with a yawn.Carmella looked up at them, her cheeks aglow. William had never seen her so excited. "He did it! Santa really did it!"William descended the stairs feeling pleased with himself. He did know a thing or two about fathering, after all. "Well? Is it what you wanted?""Boy, is it ever," Carmella said with a happy gasp.William strode around the sofa, feeling smug. Then, suddenly, he halted, nearly tumbling over the coffee table."Wow," Justin said, gazing straight ahead of him.William stared in shock at the lovely blonde on the sofa who was clutching Carmella's teddy bear! She didn't look much over thirty, and was very reasonably put together.The woman opened her eyes with a start and tried to sit, before quickly lying back down. "Where am I?" she asked with a pitiful moan. "Don't you know?" Carmella asked, taking her hand. "Santa brought you home!"She pushed herself upright, grasping the back of the sofa. "Home?""You're our new mommy!"