Please help me welcome Annabeth Albert to the blog today chatting about her newest release, the delightful holiday story Wrapped Together:
Thank you so much for having me! My new release, WRAPPED TOGETHER, is a holiday story featuring two competing shop owners and a wager over a decorating contest. Watching these frenemies come together was one of the most fun writing experiences I’ve ever had. I thought it might be fun today to give you a “behind the scenes” look at how the novella came together.
In KNIT TIGHT, an earlier book in the series, I mentioned two competing shop owners in passing. A single line reference really, but with that line, a plot bunny perked up its ears and demanded a story for the two men. I knew instantly that it would be a holiday story because how better to showcase this odd couple than to show off their vastly different decorating schemes?
I could immediately picture their shop windows—Hollis’s pristine and serene in its simplicity, Sawyer’s crowded and noisy and full of fun and good cheer. But I needed more than just windows. I needed a reason for them to interact throughout the holidays. What if they were thrown together over and over against their will? Almost as soon as I asked the question, the characters told me that Hollis’s sister married Sawyer’s brother. Problem solved! Lots of command appearances that neither could get out of!
This super sexy holiday novel was sweet, heartwarming, and scorchingly hot with wonderful romance and a lovely HEA.Belen's ReviewBut how should I get them alone? Because I needed them alone. As fun as public Christmas kisses are, these guys needed some serious alone time too. But I shouldn’t have worried. Sawyer came to me with a plan. He knows that Hollis can’t resist a bet, and he had big plans to use that to his advantage.
Those big plot questions decided, I started plotting in earnest. I use Scrivener, a special writing software tool, but I’ve done plain paper and pen and notecard plotting in the past too. I laid out enough notecards in scrivener to equal a novella’s worth of scenes, and started adding the major turning points as the characters handed them to me. I started brainstorming the love scenes (one of my favorite parts!) when Hollis quietly revealed a little kink to my careful plans. A very, very fun kink 😉 So I listened to him, and the love arc of the book took shape along with the rest of the plot.
Plot in hand, I asked my pair who was going to narrate. And they tussled over this a bit. All my Portland Heat books are first person, and Sawyer rather loudly protested this choice. But in the end, Hollis started talking and wouldn’t shut up. I drafted faster than I’ve ever drafted a novella before, all because I kept listening to Hollis, and he kept talking and it was all so FUN. Then came the edit which surprisingly was also a ton of fun, mainly because I loved these heroes so much.
And now they get to meet my readers, and I’m so unbelievably excited for this book to be out. I hope you enjoyed this peek at my process, and I can’t wait for you to meet Hollis and Sawyer in WRAPPED TOGETHER!
Title: Wrapped Together (Portland Heat #5)
Author: Annabeth Albert
Publisher: Kensington Books
Release Date: December 6, 2016
Page Count: 112
Reviewed by: Renée and Belen
In the bustling restaurants, shops, and cafés of Portland, Oregon, things really heat up for the hard-working men behind the scenes when the holidays come into town . . .
For a stationery store owner, the holidays are great for business. But for Hollis Alcott, Christmas reminds him of the tragic events of three years past, and the last thing he wants to do is take part in Portland’s over-abundance of festive cheer. But Sawyer Murphy, a hunky gift shop owner whose brother is married to Hollis’s sister, has made it his mission to pluck Hollis out of his holiday blues. And his plan is beginning to work. Wrapped in the warm glow of newfound passion, the former business rivals hit up Portland’s finest holiday traditions—and Hollis’s icy attitude begins to melt like snowflakes on his tongue. But he isn’t sure he can trust anyone with the only gift he has—his heart—without breaking it like an antique ornament. Unless he can find the courage to take a leap with the one lover he never expected . . .
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This excerpt comes from chapter one of WRAPPED TOGETHER, when Hollis and his long-time frenemy Sawyer engage in a friendly bet sure to put their holiday cheer to the test!
I took a sip of my now tepid, almost-gone tea. Ugh. The good barista was on duty, the one who went with Ev from the knitting store and who always happily made my tea with the same care he did the fancy coffee drinks. I left the group, happy to have the excuse of needing a refill, but as I stood in line, Mary Anne joined me.
But all in all, this was a sweet holiday read, and I enjoyed it overall.Renee's Review“Hollis Alcott, we almost never see you at these things!” Her voice seemed to ring out above the din. “Will you be participating in the contest this year?”
“I doubt it. My fall display is already set.” I tried not to sound too dour—she always had the best houseplants and had custom-ordered the rare fern I’d wanted.
“Ah, well, that’s too bad. You let me know if you change your mind. I’d be happy to lend you some poinsettias or other decor. I know you could do a splendid, tasteful window.”
It was my turn to order, so I gave her a smile as a reply before handing Brady my stainless-steel tumbler for tea and ordering a scone to go. I had to wait down at the other end of the bar for my order, and as I was waiting, Sawyer came loping over, a smile on his boyish face. His wide shoulders stretched the hoodie in distracting ways.
“Hollis! Did I hear you say you’re not decorating?”
He frowned. “I know how much you hate the holidays, but I bet you’d get an uptick in sales if you decorated. I heard Mary Anne offer to help. I could, too. I’ve got gobs of lights.”
“Thank you but no.” Truth be told, I could use the increase in sales, but it wasn’t enough of a motivator to get me ready for the onslaught of red and green.
Sawyer’s head tilted, considering. Oh no. I knew that look too well. A Sawyer who was scheming was downright dangerous. “We should bet, you and I.”
“No,” I said firmly. I stepped away from the coffee bar to let Mary Anne and others wait for their orders, but Sawyer kept step with me, effectively pinning me in between two tables on my path to the door. I sighed and repeated my objection. “No. The last time we bet, I believe you cracked a wrist.”
Sawyer waved a hand, dismissing my concern. “We were fifteen. We’ve had other bets since then.”
We had, but there was one in particular I was determined not to remember right at that moment. This was the peril of having known someone for almost two decades. “How precisely would one even bet on this?”
I let my inner musings escape before I could rein them in, and Sawyer smiled. He knew he had me. Whatever nervousness and shyness captured my tongue around large groups did not, unfortunately, extend to Sawyer. “Well, I was thinking whichever of us makes it into the top three is the winner of our bet, and then the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for an evening.”
Oh, I did not like this. “Anything?”
“That wasn’t a no.” Sawyer’s grin showed the sort of charm that made him so darn popular. “And I wasn’t thinking of something kinky. Trust me here, Hols.”
“Don’t call me that.” And I most certainly did not trust him. I was pretty sure the always-affable Sawyer didn’t have a kinky bone in his body, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t up to something. “But I could get you to do any task of my choosing?”
See, the thing about me that Sawyer knew was that I have a very hard time resisting a bet. Always have, hence the aforementioned bet freshman year of high school about jumping over auditorium seats during drama class. I’m also notoriously cheap. And as it turned out, I did have a job for him.
He nodded. “Anything.”
“I have a bathroom I want painted at my store. Including the trim.”
Sawyer, to his credit, didn’t look remotely pained. “That’s fine. I’m good at painting.”
“And you? What would you want?” I had no idea why I was asking. I certainly wasn’t planning on agreeing to this ridiculous plan.
“A surprise.” He winked at me.
“I don’t like those.”
“I know. Which is why you need one. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll specify no sex or nudity involved.” Sawyer had mercifully dropped his deep, clear voice to softer tones. I still bristled at the thought of anyone overhearing this.
“Or humiliation, public or otherwise.”
“Oh, Hollis, you know me better than that.” He held up his hands. They were big, capable hands, and I had to blink to get my eyes to look away. “Now, come on. I dare you. Bet me.”
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.
Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency
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