Friday 10 November 2017

❅ Sugarplum Way (Harmony Harbor #4) ❅ Debbie Mason ❅ Blog Tour ❅

Part of the Harmony Harbor series
will be published on October 31, 2017 by Forever.

Mass Market: $7.99 | eBook: $5.99 | ISBN: 9781538744154

"Heartfelt and delightful!" -RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author

Romance writer Julia Landon knows how to write a happily-ever-after. Creating one for herself is a whole different story. But after a surprising--and surprisingly passionate--kiss under the mistletoe at Harmony Harbor's holiday party last year, Julia thought she might have finally found her very own chance at true love. Until she learns her Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broodingly Handsome has sworn off relationships. Well, if she can't have him in real life, Julia knows just how to get the next best thing....

Aidan's only priority is to be the best single dad ever. And this year, he plans to make the holidays magical for his little girl, Ella Rose. But visions of stolen kisses under the mistletoe keep dancing in his head, and when he finds out Julia has written him into her latest novel, he can't help imagining the possibilities of a future together. Little does he know, though, Julia has been keeping a secret that threatens all their dreams. Luckily, 'tis the season for a little Christmas magic.


ARC received via Netgalley for an honest review

This is the 4th book in the Harmony Harbor series, and you really should read the previous books, or you will be pretty lost with the who's and the what's of this town.

Aidan Gallagher's story is the one I have been waiting  for in this series.  He's been all kinds of gruff and grumpy in the previous books, and I wanted him to get his HEA.

Julia Landon is the town's Christmas spirit.  She is the good fairy that wants to make everyone's life perfect.

Ugh, so me she was just a little too perky and perfect, and at times it made me want to shake her up!

I kinda did want Aidan and Julia to get together, but then at times, I just didn't feel them.  Can't quite put my finger on what it was, but I did flip-flop between wanting them together and not.

And don't get me wrong, I do love a slow burn in my romance - but a sloth swimming through treacle would have been quicker than these two! I think that may be why I erred about them? And why I nearly tapped out on their story.

I pushed through, and I am glad that I did, as I was happy with the arc the story took and where our lovelies ended up.  Secrets revealed, mysteries solved. So much happening.

Sugarplum Way is a great way to get into the Christmas spirit (and I am sure we all know someone like Julia!)

Can't wait to see what Ms Mason brings us next

Aidan smiled that slow, sexy smile of his just before he lifted his gun and fired. The glass shattered, and the. . . 
A shrill beeping sound pulled Julia out of the story. Startled, she jumped. Her initial thought was that shed put on the teapot and had forgotten to turn off the burner. She blinked and opened her eyes. Shed been trying to get deeper into her characters point of view by typing with her eyes closed. It hadnt worked as well as shed hoped. But it had ensured that she didnt see the smoke . . . Smoke! There was smoke filling her living room. Again.
Duckety, duck, duck, duck. 
The annoying voice on the smoke detector bleated fire, fire.
Julia, open the damn door!
       Frantically searching under the papers littering her desk for her cell phone, she ignored the voice. Though she was impressed. It was amazing how real Adrian sounded. Like he was right outside . . . Wait a minute. He was calling her name, not Gillians. Crap, it was Aidan. Double crap, she knew why he was here. Shed thought shed have until morning to face him.
       Hang on! I—” She heard a loud bang at the same time she found her phone. Im coming! she called, running to the outside entry door as she punched in the assigned number for the alarm company.
At the same time she realized there was no dial tone, Aidan kicked in her door. It bounced off the wall and the hulking shadow of a man filled the open doorway. If she hadnt recognized his voice, shed be terrified. Given the intimidating expression on his face, she wondered if maybe she should still be afraid.
       Fire, the smoke detector bleated again. Right, fire, smoke. Hurry, I need your phone! She made grabby motions with her fingers.
       He looked at her like shed lost it and strode into the room. Your alarm is connected to the station. Theyll be on their way. Wheres the fire? Do you have an extinguisher?
       No, no, I dont need the fire department. I need your phone. She rushed forward. He didnt seem to understand the urgency of the situation, and she began patting him down.
       He reached in his pocket, punching in a code before handing her his phone. Of course his would be password protected.
       Thanks, she said to his back as he prowled around her apartment, no doubt looking for the source of the smoke. Um, I think my nachos are on fire.
She made a face at his muttered, You have got to be shitting me. And then went to look up the alarm companys number on her phone, only to realize she couldnt access it because her cell was dead. Duck.
She raced to her desk searching for the alarm companys business card while muttering to herself, I need the number. Where would I put the number for the alarm company? Laptop. Of course. Laptop, no! It was on and open for him to see. She slammed the lid shut at the same time the oven door bang closed.
Aidan strode from the kitchen wearing her burned oven mitt and carrying a charbroiled tray of smoking ash. Its usually on the unit, he said dryly before heading out the door.
Which went to prove that the man didnt miss a thing, even her half-whispered conversation with herself.
At the return of his heavy footsteps, she turned her back to her desk, attempting to use her body as a shield. Widening her stance and her arms, she wrapped her fingers around the edge of the desk and leaned back in hopes of concealing any evidence of her book from his all-seeing cops eyes. 
       He glanced at her and then did a double take. She thought she heard a muttered, Jesus, before he retrieved his phone from her hand and continued across the living room, dodging a basket of laundry, a box of decorations shed yet to put up on the tree, and a half-eaten bowl of cereal.

Wondering what was with the double take, she looked around. She didnt see anything out of the ordinary. Sure her place was a little messy, but he was a guy. He probably wouldnt even notice. She thought of something he might notice and looked down.
Yep, that was probably the reason for the look. It was obvious she was cold, and her body-hugging black T-shirt read Santas Favorite Ho with the jolly old elf ho, ho, hoing, paired with black-and-white plaid flannel sleep pants.
When Aidan reached the other side of the living room, he placed the cell phone between his shoulder and ear and raised the window. Yeah, its Aidan Gallagher. The call from 232 Main Street is a false alarm. Thats her. Five times, is that so? Ill tell her, thanks.
       It wasnt five false alarms. It was four. She faced her desk to quickly bury a paperback copy of Warriors Kiss and her contract for Warriors Touch under some paper and turn her notepad upside down while doing a visual search for any other incriminating evidence.
Doesnt matter. You still broke the record for false alarms in a six-week timeframe. Dispatch says Mrs. Rosenbloom had three.
Are they charging me?
No He answered his ringing phone and then bowed his head. Hello, Dad. Yes, shes fine. Is that right? Nachos. No, smokes not too bad. Okay, Ill do that. Dont remind me, he grumbled and then disconnected.
Whatever his dad said to Aidan didnt improve his already not-so-happy mood. She really didnt feel like talking about the suggestion shed made to Harper and why. Fending off his probing questions would be difficult, and she wasnt exactly equipped to handle him tonight. She was tired, and her throat had passed sore an hour before. 
 I really appreciate you dropping by, but its late, and I have an early day. She forced a smile and moved to see him . . . out her broken door. She barely managed to stifle an anguished moan. She couldnt face the thought of dealing with repairing the door tonight.
He lifted his chin to the left of the kitchen. Is that your bedroom?
She ignored her inner hussy who yelled who needs a bed and suggested Julia throw herself on the floor at his feet. Her inner hussy was way more optimistic about their chances of getting lucky tonight.
Yes, but I dont see . . . What do you think youre doing? she said as he walked over and opened her bedroom door. Umm, more like shoved it open. The clothes that had been hanging over her door this morning had fallen off when she closed it, and shed been running late.
Im not going anywhere until you tell me what you said to Harper and why. Youre tired? Fine, you can talk to me from your bed while I fix your door. He looked around her bedroom. If we can find your bed.
She grabbed a pink lacy bra off the doorknob and held it behind her back. Ive been busy. I havent had time to tidy up.
What, like in a year?
Very funny. Im sure your room isnt any better.
Sugarplum, my bedroom didnt look this bad when I was a kid.
She kind of liked that he called her sugarplum but could do without the sarcasm. She scooted past him to scoop up her bras and panties and any other embarrassing items that were lying on the floor . . . and on the bed . . . and on her dresser. And half sticking out of her nightstand drawer! As breezily as she could, she moved to the front of the nightstand in hopes of blocking his view. Its a little smoky in here. Maybe you should open that window too?
She smiled. He sighed.
As soon as his back was turned, she thigh-checked the nightstand drawer closed. Only it didnt close. Instead it acted like a rocket launcher, and her fluorescent pink vibrator sailed through the air to land with a splash in the goldfish bowl sitting on the bench at the end of her bed. Her mouth fell open, and then she covered it, releasing a muffled, Ive killed Eric and Ariel!
Aidan looked from the fish bowl to her and started to laugh, a deep rumbly sound that she would have enjoyed if it wasnt at her expense and if . . . Its not funny! My fish are drowning. Save them!
That made him laugh harder, and his shoulders started to shake. Death by vibrator. Not a bad way to go.
Thats a horrible thing to say, Aidan Gallagher. She cautiously removed the vibrator from the water, her shoulders sagging in relief when Erik and Ariel swam to the surface. And FYI, this is not a vibrator. Its a personal massager. She rubbed it against the back of her neck. See, you should try it.

 Debbie Mason is the USA Today bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado and Harmony Harbor series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, three wonderful children, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella in Ontario, Canada.