Two fresh starts. One unexpected Christmas romance.
The one woman he shouldn't love is the one he can't forget.
Will the midnight bell bless their loveβor seal their fate?
He ghosted her ten years ago. Now sheβs stuck with him for Christmas.
Christmas is sweet. Family secrets can be deadly.
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Jean Hackensmith
I have been writing since the age of twenty. (Thatβs 36 years and, yes, Iβm disclosing my age.) I am the proud mother of three, stepmother of two, and grandmother to twelve wonderful children. I lost the love of my life, my husband Ron, in November of 2011 when he died in an accident at work. He took my heart with him and, for a time, my desire to write. Time, as they say, heals all wounds, however, and I have again discovered my passion for the written word. In fact, I find it strangely comforting to delve into the intricate webs that are my characterβs lives and immerse myself in their existence instead of dwelling on my own.
Next to writing, my second passion is live theater. I founded a local community theater group back in 1992 and directed upwards of 40 shows, including three that I authored. I also appeared on stage a few times, portraying Anna in The King and I and Miss Hannigan in Annie. I am sad to say that the theater group closed its final curtain in 2008, but those 16 years will always hold some of my fondest memories.
My husband and I moved from Superior five years ago, seeking the serenity of country living. We also wanted to get away from the natural air conditioning provided by Lake Superior. We moved only 50 miles south, but the temperature can vary by 20-30 degrees. I guess Iβm a country girl at heart. I simply love this area, even though I must now enjoy its beauty alone. I love the solitude, the picturesque beauty of the sun rising over the water, the strangely calming effect of watching a deer graze outside my kitchen window. Never again, will I live in the city. I am an author, after all, and what better place to be inspired than in Godβs own back yard.