A married stay-at-home mom, she writes romance in between running errands and doing household chores. SLEEPING WITH SANTA is her first published book, but there are plenty of unfinished stories in the closet and under the bed, which is probably bad for feng shui, but a good lesson in persistence pays off.
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About SLEEPING WITH SANTA:
When
Nick reluctantly accepts the temporary transfer to the Scenic View Fire
Department he doesn’t plan on playing Santa Claus for the kiddie Christmas
party. Sticking around town for the special assignment will give him a chance
to get to know lonely, local sweetheart Lily and find out why she wants nothing
to do with him.
Lily
is a lifelong fixture in Scenic View, sick of living hand-to-mouth in a place
where everyone’s nose is in her personal business. Just when she’s ready to
move out of town, she meets the gorgeous newcomer, and it’s lust at first
sight. The only thing is she doesn’t date firemen, which is too bad, because
charming Nick seems like a real keeper.
With
a little Christmas magic and help from the Santa suit, will Nick find a way
into Lily’s heart and change her mind?
You’re
gonna have to sleep with Santa to find out.
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Meet the Hero From SLEEPING WITH SANTA —Nick Knight
Thank You,
Diana, for having me on the blog. And Hello to your fabulous followers!
I’m Debra
Druzy, author of the contemporary romance story SLEEPING WITH
SANTA.
It just so
happens that I ran into the hero of the story on the sidewalk outside the
diner, and he has enough time to answer a few burning questions before he needs
to get back to the firehouse.
So without
any further delay, meet Nick Knight.
DD: Hey, Nick, it’s me—Debbie. Do you have a
minute to spare? (He’s juggling two coffees in one big hand and a paper sack
gripped in the other. Knowing Nick, there’s probably a few sticky donuts
inside.)
NK: Well, look at you, out in public like a
regular person. (He winks with a wicked smile that makes my stomach flip.)
Shouldn’t you be home on the computer, banging out the next World’s Best
Seller?
DD: (Nick says banging and my one-track mind goes straight into the gutter. I roll
my eyes and feel my cheeks burn despite the brisk autumn breeze.) I am… I mean,
I was. I’m taking a break to run some errands. I gotta pick up my husband’s dry
cleaning. And then get the girls from school. (I ramble, wishing I could shut
up, but I’m caught in the tractor beam of his whiskey eyes, reeling me in,
wrecking my train of thought.)
NK: So, what’s up?
DD: Just a few questions for another blog
interview.
NK: (He sighs and juts his chin toward the bench
outside Bob’s barbershop, a few doors down.)
I got a feeling we oughta sit for this. Has anyone ever mentioned you
got a nosy set of friends? I’m not that interesting. Really. I don’t know why
they want to know so much about me.
DD: (For a sexy beast, he seems completely
unaware of his magnetism. Lucky for me, this sweet stud is roughly based on my
husband so there’s no chance of Mr. Druzy getting jealous.) How do you like
Scenic View so far? (I could smack myself for wasting words on such a trivial
question when I should be asking steamy stuff, like what’s his favorite
position in bed, or what he’s really doing when he parks his truck down by the
marina at night, alone.)
NK: At first, I couldn’t wait to get the hell
back home to Star Harbor. But the more time I spend here, the more I like it.
Scenic View’s a real peaceful place, and the people are nice, although the
grapevine seems to travel like wildfire. The best part about being here is my
ex-wife has no idea where to find me. What I do find strange is you all start
decorating for Christmas so early. It’s only October and there’s a full-sized
animated Santa Claus dressed up as a wizard. (He points to the plate glass
window of the magic shop across the street where Santa’s dressed up for
Halloween.) That’s gonna be me in a couple of months.
DD: You’re gonna be a wizard? (I tease, knowing
his fate.)
NK: (His lips press together in a tight line,
unamused.) I’m talking about Santa. Don’t play dumb. You wrote the story. You
know damn well I got picked to play the fat man for the fire department’s
upcoming kiddie Christmas party.
DD: Well, you didn’t have to say yes when the chief asked.
NK: (He glares at me from the corner of his
eye.) How could I say no? The guy’s
doing me a favor.
DD: It wasn’t all my idea. My sister was the one
who suggested the title of the story. I just wrote around it.
NK: How is your sister anyway? (He perks up with
a bright smile.) I have a real sweet spot for redheads.
DD: Is that so? (I grin, knowing how the story ends.)
I’ll tell her you asked about her.
NK: I’d love to sit here all day and chat, but I
gotta get back to work. The chief’s coffee is getting cold. (He gets up, and my
eyes zero in on the curve of his bottom in worn, fitted jeans. Then he stalls
and turns, and now I’m staring at his crotch, praying he doesn’t notice me
ogling.) Wait—I didn’t answer your questions, did I? (He smirks when he
realizes where my eyes are aimed.)
DD: I, uhh… (I blink, trying to regain my
focus.) Never mind. I forgot what I was going to say.
Thanks
again, Diana, for hosting me on your blog today. And thank you to your
followers for stopping by. If you haven’t slept with Santa yet, you can get the
e-book on sale for only 99 cents, October 16 – 29.
I wish you
all a Happily-Ever-After,
Deb
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