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February 3, 2020

A Very Purrfect Valentine's - Sneak Peek!

Ginny Baird Happy February! Welcome to the month of LOVE. I'm very excited to have just completed a new heartwarming Valentine's novella involving two rescue kittens and two single parents, who unwittingly set out to adopt the same pair of felines for their daughters. It's a really cute story, filled with tender moments--and also some laughs. Here is a preview from the book, which releases February 11th on Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and Apple Books. I hope you'll order your copy and let me know how you like it!

Alex was drinking his morning coffee when he saw Melanie springing through the back gate wearing an open overcoat on top of some sweatpants and a sweater, with sturdy duck boots on her feet. Snow streaked down from the gloomy sky as she traipsed after…wait a minute… Sugar?

The kitten darted toward some hedges at the side of the yard, and Alex dashed for his parka. All he and Melanie needed was for one of the kittens to become lost in this blizzard.

“What’s happening?” Vicki asked with a worried frown. She held Spice in her arms, cradling him like a baby. The orange cat was very compliant and didn’t seem to mind.

“Hang on to Spice and don’t let him go,” he instructed.

Vicki scooted up to the dining room window overlooking the backyard. “It’s Ms. Brooks!”

“Yeah,” Alex said. “Sugar’s gotten loose. And, I’m going out to help her. You stay put.”

He zipped up his parka and hurried outside, meeting Melanie halfway through his backyard.

Little white flakes speckled her hair and eyelashes. “It’s Sugar, she—”

Alex spotted a flick of tail beneath a hedge. “There she is!”

He cautiously stepped toward the kitten, his boots crunching the snow as he went. He didn’t want to startle Sugar into squeezing between the fence boards and sprinting toward the street. “Here, Sugar,” he cooed. “Here, kitty-kitty.”

The tip of her tail disappeared and she turned to face him with curious cat eyes.

“Careful,” Melanie muttered, as he inched closer.

Alex reached out a hand, squatting toward the frozen ground.

The kitten crept forward, craning her neck toward his fingers.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in low tones. “Just want to get you inside where it’s warm.” He shifted toward her ever so slowly. Then—aha! His hand made contact.

In a flash, he scooped the small animal into his hands.

Sugar trembled in his hold, blinking up at him. “You poor thing,” he told her, walking over to Melanie.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Alex passed her the kitten, and she tucked the miserable creature under the folds of her coat. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

He hadn’t even realized how close they stood until now. Melanie’s breath clouded the chilly air, its warmth nearly gracing his chin. It occurred to him then that Melanie was more than pretty. She was a beautiful woman. Stunning, standing there in the snow. And the way she looked at him made his heart beat harder. It was almost like she was wondering… wondering if he felt this, too. This unspoken tug between them.

“Well, I… I’d better get Sugar back inside.”


The winds picked up, swirling snowflakes around them, yet neither one moved.

Then, Melanie peered toward his house and said, “The girls.”

Alex looked over his shoulder to see Vicki watching them from his dining room window. Far across the fence, a small figure stood in the bay window at Melanie’s house, and he knew that Lisa was waiting, too.

“Ah, right.” His crooked smile felt off-kilter.

She took a giant step backward and then another, leaving footprints in the snow. “Lisa was hoping Vicki could play again today. Seeing as how there’s no school, and all.”

“Why don’t you let Lisa come to our house?" he offered. "Vicki would like that. Besides. It’s our turn.”

She blushed brightly. “I’m not keeping score.”

“Neither am I. But, still.”

“Okay. You’re on.” Suddenly his coat felt way too warm. “What time?”

“Early afternoon? Right after lunch?” An instant later, he added, “Oh, and bring Sugar!”

Purrfect,” she said, and he chuckled.

“Love that.” Alex grinned, thinking he could get used to this. Or maybe, to her. Uh-oh. He warned himself not to go there. But something in his soul said it was already too late.


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June 3, 2019


It’s funny the difference fifteen years can make. Then again, perhaps it’s not so surprising in the end. Life goes along and things change. One thing that was true for me years ago, and that still holds true today, is my commitment to being a writer. And, the longer I write, the more I understand that no stories are really wasted. Each precious kernel of inspiration we writers have is special in its own way, whether we use it sooner—or much, much later. I like to compare my story ideas to gems in a treasure chest. Some are great for developing now, while others are simply joys to rediscover and explore years, or even decades, after their initial conception.

My September 2019 release with Hallmark Publishing, An Unforgettable Christmas, is based on one such historical premise. After presenting a first book to Hallmark that wasn’t quite right for them, I was asked to submit another. Thinking back, I came across a story that I hoped might be the perfect fit. It concerned a self-absorbed hero (Sam) who had some innately good qualities, and yet who’d lost his way in life by becoming wholly focused on business while neglecting those things that should matter most: friendships, home, family. When a sudden accident leaves Sam with amnesia, he’s granted the chance to rediscover himself with the help of his capable and good-hearted accountant, who is a caring single mom with challenges of her own.

Though I’d originally written the piece as a screenplay, I could easily see ways to adapt it to novel form. Needless to say, I was totally thrilled when Hallmark was just as enthusiastic about the project as I was, particularly as it’s extra personal with regard to the heroine and her background, which is Puerto Rican like mine. My late mother was Puerto Rican, and I spent every summer in Puerto Rico with her until I was fourteen, so I grew up with a good bit of the culture, being reared in a bi-cultural home. Though my dad was from the mainland (Florida) and of Irish and Scottish descent (the Scottish side is where the “Baird” pseudonym comes from), he had a PhD in Spanish and was a Spanish professor, so he and my mom made a very good match.

When I conceived of the story that would become An Unforgettable Christmas, my father had been gone for many years, but my mom, who was in her eighties and appeared decades younger than her physical age, was still vibrantly active. The heroine in my story, Angie, runs a multi-generational household, which (in addition to her son) includes her mom and grandmother. At the time I wrote the script, I still had young children at home and so saw myself more as “Angie” and her mom sort of as my mom. The grandmother was a nebulous elderly character, based on a combination of folks I’d known, but oh…how all that changed during the course of fifteen years.

I had to stop and hold my heart several times while writing this novel as the dawning realization came. Now being middle aged myself, and having daughters close to thirty, I found myself relating more directly to Angie’s mother, Elena, as I wrote. In Angie, I could spy glimpses of my daughters, but also still a small element of myself, since I understand the difficulties inherent to being a single mom. The thing that touched my heart and made me weep was grasping that the elderly grandmother, Alma, had come to represent my departed mother, who had been such a role model to our entire family and was extremely beloved by her children and grandchildren alike.

I lost my mother two years ago on Memorial Day weekend, and she lived to be nearly a hundred years old. I was the youngest of five children and she had me in her mid-forties, yet she never for a second felt like an “older mom.” On the contrary, her vitality shone through and she cast bright rays of sunshine on all who knew her. Fifteen years before she died, my mom was not using a walker and wheelchair to get around, like she was near the end of her life; she was actively seeking out her newest boyfriend and ballroom dancing. She also took up painting, and was honored as “Artist of the Month” in her community, not once—but twice! Apart from that, she was truly my biggest fan, always believing in my writing, and telling all her friends I was going to “make it to Hollywood one day.”

Well, I may not be in Hollywood, but I’m certainly writing for Hallmark Publishing, and in many ways I have my mom to thank for that. She instilled the belief in me that when you want something badly enough, “You go, and go, and go, and don’t give up until you get it!” And so, I did keep at it, and here I am, with the story of my heart that became much more personal than I ever could have imagined, even as I was pitching that old gem to Hallmark.

An Unforgettable Christmas is a heartfelt novel about the healing power of love, the enduring value of family, and the transformative holiday magic that renews our faith in miracles. There are several relatable characters in this tale, each very real—and all ultra deserving of their own special happiness. It was a joy to be a part of Angie and Sam’s romantic and touching, sometimes bumpy, and occasionally humorous journey, as they helped each other rediscover the true meaning of Christmas. I hope that you’ll love their story too, and many thanks to Hallmark Publishing for letting me tell it.

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March 1, 2019

What's up with Basketball Mom?

Authors are often asked where they get the ideas for their books, and you might be curious about my newest novella, Basketball Mom. In this tale, a boy wishes on a shooting star to become great at basketball, but the magical stardust falls on his unwitting single mom instead. It’s a delightfully magical story, including some outlandish laugh-out-loud scenes, warmhearted, tender moments, and a whole lot of fun. If the plot sounds reminiscent of an old Disney film, that’s likely because this story was originally crafted as a screenplay.

The year was 2003, and I was attempting to sell wholesome romantic comedy scripts. The idea for this one came from an interesting experience I had after setting up a freestanding basketball hoop for my then seven-year-old son. He had friends who played basketball and wanted to become good at the sport. He also aspired to joining a recreational team, which he eventually did.

After I’d set up the hoop in our drive, my kids would occasionally challenge me to a game of HORSE. You know, the one where you earn a letter for each shot that you miss, and then you lose the game once you’ve spelled the whole animal name. As I’d never been especially athletic, imagine my surprise when I suddenly began scoring goal after goal! My kids thought this was pretty amazing too, and jokingly started calling me Basketball Mom.

Since I couldn’t play in a real basketball game (involving dribbling and fast moves) if I tried, I attributed my astounding skill at sinking free throws to strong hand-eye coordination. I was writing both screenplays and fiction then, and spending long hours each day at the computer. After a while, my typing improved to the point, like most everyone’s does, where I didn’t even need to look at the keyboard to write. Somehow…some way…that ability of being able to focus visually on one thing—and have my hands obey with targeted success—transferred into my usual and totally unexpected basketball acumen.

Though we moved from that house years ago and I haven’t tried my hand at basketball in more than a decade, the fun and magical story stayed with me that I’d written based on my kids dubbing me their “Basketball Mom.” This spring, I decided to dig that old tale out of my writing archives, dust it off, and give it new life as a novella. There were updates to make and fresh details to add, but all it all it came off in the same spirit of the original light and lively tale.

Basketball Mom releases on March 5th in time for the “March Madness” basketball season. If you’re in the mood for a lighthearted read that will warm your heart and remind you of that childhood belief in the fantastic, I hope you’ll download a copy of Basketball Mom and learn about two special families destined for a little bit of magic. You can find Basketball Mom for sale on Amazon and also read it for free in the Kindle Unlimited Reading Library. Enjoy!

Basketball Mom A Sweet and Magical Romantic Comedy Novella by Ginny Baird
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January 2, 2019

The Long Road Home: How I Came to Write for Hallmark

Many moons ago, when I was a kid of not more than fourteen, my high school headmaster called me into his office to ask what I was considering as a career. At that point in my young life, I had no ambitions beyond my study of boys. Naturally, I didn’t say this in reply, and I was astonished when Dr. Fox recommended I become a writer. It turned out my English teacher had shared a volume of poetry with him that I’d written for a school assignment, and he thought it was quite good. My parents, however, were less than enthusiastic about my embarking on a path to poverty, suggesting I pursue a more practical profession. Though I did for a time, that old seed had already been planted.

Fast forward to several years later, when upon exiting a job in international development to become a full-time mom, I became plagued by recurring nightmares. Not one to take such matters lying down (ha-ha), I read several dream analysis books until I diagnosed my ailment. I had a “novel” inside me, which was dying to get out, and the personalities I'd dreamt of were my characters. Problem solved, I set out to write that book in a rapid fury, only to discover I’d have a devil of a time selling it. Finally, my little spy thriller found a home with a small Australian press that was on the leading edge of electronic publishing. In year 2000, that novel released in e-book (which meant on floppy disk) and print-on-demand. Its sequel saw publication six months later.

Unfortunately, in the day before e-readers, there wasn’t much of a market for e-books of any sort, and so—despite winning a few modest awards—those early books tanked. The first one did, nonetheless, catch the eye of a German film producer, who contacted me about it, asking me to send the script. While I’d never written a screenplay before, this sounded like too big of an opportunity to pass up! And so, I did a lot of self-educating the old fashioned way, meaning at the library and bookstore, as the Internet was still in its fledgling stages. The producer sadly passed, but since I’d written the screenplay anyway, I decided to enter it in the Nicholl Fellowship competition, sponsored by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Though I didn’t place or final, an extremely kindhearted judge sent me a handwritten note saying, “Top ten percent. Don’t stop writing.”

Wow! That was cool, and frankly so much more than I’d hoped for. And, that wee bit of encouragement spurred my ambition. By then, I’d sold a romance novel to Kensington Books in New York, and had a second one in the queue to be published. Romance was fun! Romance was hopeful! And, I loved adding humor to my stories. SO, why not try my hand at a romantic comedy screenplay? I seriously had nothing to lose, apart from a lot of postage, since all queries were sent by snail mail in those days, and scripts were mailed hard copy with some weird rule about only inserting two brads in the three-hole-punched paper.

The screenplay I wrote was called “All I Want for Christmas” about a child who asks Santa for a new mommy for Christmas, then wakes up to find one on her living room sofa—much to her bachelor dad’s surprise. By then, it was 2003, and I actually got interest in the script! It was (different producers told me) perfect for Hallmark! I signed an option. Yay! It got walked in. Yay! Nothing ever happened. Oh, well. Then the same project got optioned again, and again. Eventually, several times… Soon, I had a manager in LA and next an agent in New York City. I wrote more screenplays, and, well… The results were disappointingly the same. No matter how great a project is, it’s very difficult to get it set up for film. Those in the industry know this. I knew it, too. But, after a while, being human and all, I began to get discouraged.

Right around that time (2011), indie publishing came along, just as I was considering renewing my novel-writing career. I’d written a new romance I’d planned to pitch to publishers, but author friends urged me to consider releasing it on my own instead. Since this seemed like a good way to test the waters after my fiction-writing hiatus, I dipped my toe in gently with the two novels I’d regained rights to from the New York publisher, which had since closed that line. Then, I thought of my screenplays! Those poor little lost pups, with so much love and promise inside them—and yet nowhere to go. It wouldn’t be too much work to convert some of those to novellas. And so, I began with what ultimately became Books 1, 2, and 3 in my Holiday Brides Series and Books 1, 2, and 3 in my companion novella series, Summer Grooms.

These stories were a little different from most romance books out there in 2012 in that they were very sweet, with clean language, no love scenes, and a wholesome family feel, although they were clearly targeted toward adults. The books were, essentially, Hallmark-style novellas, and, luckily, they found their audience. When I discovered the readership for sweeter romances was broader than I’d originally anticipated, I decided to write more of them. And then, last year, a groundbreaking event occurred. I learned that Hallmark had opened a publishing division! This seemed almost too good to be true, and also such a great fit for my work and my brand.

I submitted to them immediately, and though my first concept wasn’t exactly what they were looking for, they enthusiastically accepted my second idea, which sent me over the moon! I’m totally thrilled to have my Christmas novel, An Unforgettable Christmas, releasing from Hallmark Publishing on September 24, 2019. It’s a really fun and romantic story, which is very close to my heart, as some of its elements are based on my family and also my Puerto Rican heritage on my mother’s side. There’s no guarantee that the book will become a Hallmark Channel movie, but the distinct possibility is there. I’ll be crossing fingers and toes, and hoping for the very best in that regard!

Ginny Baird Meanwhile, it’s pretty amazing to think that my initial ambition of writing for Hallmark in 2003 will finally come to fruition in 2019. Yes. Sixteen years later! So, my message to all you struggling writers out there is the same as what that generous contest judge said to me. “Don’t stop writing.” The only sure way you won’t succeed is by giving up. Happy New Year, friends! Here's wishing you great health and happiness in 2019. May your fondest dreams come true. <3
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September 15, 2018

Noelle's Best Christmas

Ginny Baird I'm so excited to share that the final book in the Christmas Town series, Noelle's Best Christmas, releases on Tuesday, September 18th!

Noelle Christmas's story represents the final installment in the eight-book Christmas Town series, and I hope that readers find it an enjoyable and heartwarming read that wraps up the series in a satisfactory way. Because this is Christmas Town, and Noelle is a Christmas, there is naturally a bit of "Christmas magic" involved.

The first dose of it hits Noelle full force when her hidden attraction to her handsome work colleague, Tom Wilson, begins surfacing. I almost felt sorry for Noelle as I wrote the following scene, but I also giggled at her situation, too.

I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek into Tom and Noelle's story. They're a darling couple, who are in for a few challenges, a touch of mystery, and whole lot of fun, as they discover the richness of their romantic feelings for each other.

If you're an e-book reader, there's still time to order your copy of the book at the discounted preorder price US $3.99 (33% off) before it goes up to the retail price $5.99 on release day. The 258 page paperback is also for sale at a 15% discount off the $13.99 list price, so if you're a print reading fan, now's a great time to pick up a hard copy.

To all who do, thanks so much for reading Noelle's Best Christmas, and for supporting my Christmas Town series. I hope you really enjoy this last trip to the charming town of Christmas Town, Tennessee, where everyday dreams come true.

Noelle's Best Christmas (Christmas Town #6.6) by Ginny Baird Noelle's Best Christmas


Noelle threw open the bathroom door and it hit the wall with a bang.

Tom stopped walking mid-stride. He’d been carrying two mugs of coffee into the living area from the kitchen and now stood stock-still by the coffee table.

Hey, Tom.” Noelle’s heartbeat quickened when she realized she’d said that all low and sexy. What? Why? Next, Noelle’s right hand shot up and gripped the doorframe as she leaned against it, in a way that was not exactly professional. Not in Noelle’s profession, anyway. Gee! What’s going on?

Tom viewed her wide-eyed, like he was wondering that, too. “Uh, hey…Noelle.”

“I think that maybe I should go home.” Still with the guttural tones… Nooo!

Did I just wink—wait a minute—at Tom? Ahhhh. What’s happening?

“Noelle?” Tom asked concernedly. “Is there something in your eye?”


“You keep blinking.”

Noelle pried her hand off the doorframe and tried to pull herself together. “Oh yeah, ha-ha! Sorry! Must be the contacts.”

“I didn’t know you wore them.”

“Yeah, I do!” Noelle pinched the skin above and below her left eye and finally got it to stop “blinking.”

“I think you’re right,” she said with a gasp. “I must be reacting to something!”

“What did you have for breakfast?”

“Breakfast? Er… I kind of skipped it.”

“Well, maybe that could be your problem.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Noelle marshaled her reserves and attempted to walk past him, but as she did her left hip jutted out sideways. “I’m just going to grab my coat, and…” She took another step. And, then her right hip swished… Noelle wanted to sink into the floor. Was she actually swaying her hips? She didn’t even know she was capable of moving like that! “…G-go!” she finished with a squawk.

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August 8, 2018

Meet Joy Christmas!

Ginny Baird I'm proud to introduce Book 7 in my Christmas Town series, His Christmas Joy. If you've been following the series, you know that each book advances the storyline in Christmas Town, Tennessee by one consecutive year.

When we first meet Joy Christmas in Book 1 (The Christmas Cookie Shop), she's a talkative teenage twin, and she and her slightly more reserved sister, Noelle, are in the eleventh grade. The following year, Joy has a boyfriend, and by Book 7, when Joy is twenty-three, she gets a grown-up romance of her own. Adventuresome Joy has fallen in love with an amazing Italian guy and relocated to Florence, but will her heart's desire have her returning to the mountains of East Tennessee?

Joy has some tough choices to make in this book, as well as some serious soul-searching to do. I hope you'll accompany her on the exciting journey that plays out during her tale, which turns on a dime, providing some last-minute surprises.

Here is a brief excerpt from the beginning of the book, with a glimpse at Joy from the perspective of her former beau, Devon Slade, when she runs into him in Christmas Town during the holidays.

Preorders are available and the book releases on September 1, 2018, if you're interested in reading the rest of Joy's story. Vendor links are included after the excerpt, and you can expect the paperback soon.

I hope you enjoy your return to Christmas Town, where everyday dreams come true!


“Maybe we should catch up sometime?” she said, before Devon could broach it. “Grab a coffee, or something?”

“That would be…” He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Great!”

“You can tell me what you’re working on, and I’ll fill you in on my life in Italy!” Joy’s eyes sparkled merrily, and Devon wondered if he’d made a tactical error. He’d thought he was over Joy. Way over his feelings for her. Now, he found himself starting to wonder how true that was.

“When and where?”

“I’m watching Xavier for my folks in the morning. Gloria’s working on a production at the children’s theater, and Dad’s helping Olivia and Nick with some stuff at Sleigh Bell Stables.” Joy’s smile brightened. “But, I’m free in the afternoon!”

“Want to say three, then?”

“Three sounds good.”

Devon’s gaze darted across the road. “Jolly Bean Java?”

“Er…” She hedged and Devon got why. He and Joy had hung out together at Jolly Bean Java all the time as a teenage couple. Maybe another spot would prove better for reconnecting. On a purely platonic level. Which this was. Platonic. Purely. Even though, now that he’d remembered it, Devon was finding it hard to forget about his and Joy’s first kiss. Joy’s lips had been soft, wonderful, and warm—as she’d wound her arms around him. “How about the café at the Elf Shelf Bookshop? I hear their scones are really good.”

“I love scones,” Devon said, his tone unintentionally husky.

Joy gave him a bemused smile. “Yeah. Me, too.”

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June 25, 2018

A Corner Church Christmas - Sneak Peek

Are you a fan of "Christmas in July"? I know I am! What better way to beat the summer heat than by immersing yourself in a Christmas romance filled with wintry white snow? I'm SO excited to have A Corner Church Christmas (Christmas Town, Book 6) releasing on July 12th. Have you preordered your copy? If not, I hope you will! Liz Martin's story has been a long time coming, and I'm extra happy to see her meeting a really great guy, David Chavez. Though their romance is a little unusual from the start, thanks in part to some special holiday cookies... If you've been following the series, you can probably guess what I mean. Though this story contains some surprises, which I'm hoping will catch readers pleasantly off guard. Here is a sneak peek at Liz and David's story and a preview of the holiday magic that begins brewing between them very early on. I hope you enjoy this excerpt and wish you a very merry Christmas in July!


Liz nodded numbly, mesmerized by David’s sudden, dire need to spend time with her. It felt interesting, and exciting, and perhaps a tiny bit dangerous. Oh, if he only knew how much she’d been thinking about him! But, Liz would never tell. She was determined for that not to happen. She wouldn’t embarrass herself by being the wanton older woman next door.

David was probably just being…charitable. Yeah, that word seemed to fit. Perhaps he saw her as a lonely parishioner in need of a friend, and he was doing his pastorly duty? Although Liz wasn’t that lonely. Not for friends, anyway. Romantically, though…? Liz choked on the thought, and started coughing.

“You okay?” His brow creased concernedly, as Liz covered her mouth with her gloved hands.

“Um-hmm. Just…got a little tickle….”

David leaned toward her and Liz’s car seemed to rock. What? Liz clutched her steeling wheel, deciding she’d imagined it, because David clearly hadn’t noticed.

“How about water?” he asked, and Liz felt a whoosh, like a big balmy wind or something. It was like David’s overwhelming charisma had pushed Liz’s car sideways, causing it to tip up ever-so-slightly on its two right tires. Jumping jelly beans, she was cracking up!

“No thanks!” Liz said, hacking harder. “I’ve got a….cough drop in my purse.” She tentatively released the wheel and frantically searched for one, digging it out and unwrapping it. The instant she popped it her mouth, Liz felt better. She stared down at the wrapper noting the candy’s flavor and her heart stilled: peppermint.

Sweat broke out on Liz's hairline and underneath her coat, as her car settled back on the ground. Liz had no idea what was happening, but she needed to get home, and far away from David. At least until tomorrow… Sugar. Plum. Fairy.

“That seems to be helping,” David observed with a smile. By now, his eyelashes were coated with heavy white flakes.

“You should probably get inside,” she urged him. “It’s below freezing out.”

All of a sudden, David seemed to notice the weather. He hugged his arms around himself, giving a shiver. “Wow. You’re right.”

“Bye, David!”

Liz started to roll up her window, but David knocked on the glass.

“Four at Jolly Bean Java, right?”

“Yeah, sure! Sounds good!”

Liz’s head pounded at her temples as she pulled out of the parking lot. That was the most unusual exchange she’d ever had with a man. Maybe with any person—period.

Liz caught a glimmer in her rearview mirror, and peered into it, seeing David slipping back inside the church through the door to the Fellowship Hall. But that wasn’t the amazing part. It was those beaming bright lights shining out from the church’s tall, white steeple. They seemed to shimmer and dance with a multitude of sparkles: thin silver slivers and shiny gold stars.

Liz slammed on her brakes and turned with a gasp to stare back at the church, viewing it over her shoulder.

But the building just looked normal, sitting there in the falling snow.

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April 22, 2018

A Glorious Christmas - Sneak Peek

I'm excited to announce that A Glorious Christmas is now off with the editor receiving its final polish. Look for the e-book to release May 10th, with the paperback following soon afterwards. To celebrate this upcoming release, I'm happy to share this "Sneak Peek" from the story: the scene where the hero and heroine first meet.

If you've been reading the Christmas Town series and enjoying the magic, you're sure to have fun with Walt and Gloria's tale. While it's Book 5 in the series, A Glorious Christmas is also a standalone read. Though you might get a bit more out of the secondary characters, if you've read the preceding books. Thanks for your interest in Christmas Town, Tennessee, and happy reading! Wishing you a very early merry Christmas in May, and a happy second half of the year!


The wind chimes sounded again—more fiercely this time—and Walt leapt to his feet, hustling into the hall and toward the front door. Walt kept three sets of wind chimes of various sizes on the covered front porch of the Christmas Inn, and each was tuned to a different key. The stoutly made Gregorian chimes could generally tolerate winter weather. Even in Christmas Town, where winter weather persisted from early November through late March. Normally, the wind chimes’ gentle timbre played a soothing symphony on Walt’s front porch, their various tones blending harmoniously like ancient Gregorian chants. Yet, at the moment, those faithful chimes were howling sharply, their ferocious gongs, pings and tinkles clanking back into the house like percussion instruments gone haywire.

Walt quickened his pace, beholding a strange sight through the sidelight window to the left of the front door. Gusty winds blew snow sideways as huge white flakes sailed up onto the stoop and slammed against the glass. Wait! Huh? Walt fixed his gaze out the window, sharpening his focus. There was something fluttering through the air above Walt’s front lawn! Lots of somethings!

For the life of him, the floating and soaring rectangles looked like—envelopes?
Walt jerked open the front door, his heart pounding. He could scarcely believe his eyes. It seemed his daily mail delivery had somehow broken free from his mailbox, like a stampede of galloping horses wild-hoofing it out of a burning barn. Letters danced up toward the sky, then spun toward the ground, before fluttering their way towards the clouds again. Something that appeared to be a real estate flyer hovered above the walkway, and a postcard stood on its end twirling around and around and around, just out of reach of a woman’s white gloves.

She had long brown hair and wore an unusual-looking boxy white hat that matched her knee-length white coat and boots, as she bounded after the evasive object. “Oh! Whoa! No! Come back here!” She reached up high and snagged the dancing postcard, pinning it to her chest with a clutch of mail she already held there. Then, she cagily sprang to the right and caught an errant letter. The pretty brunette spied the vibrating real estate flyer over the walk and she grabbed that next. She finally looked up in a panic and stared straight at Walt.

He viewed her dumbstruck, as heavy white snowflakes coated her shoulders and hat, and dusted her ebony locks. Her hair fell in long, loose coils past her shoulders as her cheeks burned bright pink. And, her big dark eyes were the loveliest shade of chocolate brown Walt had ever seen.

“Walt Christmas?” she asked, her brow furrowing sweetly.

When he nodded, she grimaced and raised her shoulders, still gripping his mail. “Hi,” she said, appearing the slightest bit abashed. Though Walt was the one who should be embarrassed by the wacky correspondence display. While Gloria couldn’t know this, he was quite sure he’d caused it. Which could only mean one thing.

Walt’s heart stuttered and the mysteriously floating mail abruptly tumbled to the ground.

The woman blinked, glancing around in awe, then she settled her eyes back on Walt.

She spoke trance-like, carefully surveying Walt’s eyes. “I’m—”

“Gloria Chavez,” Walt said, utterly dazed. “I know.”

© 2018 Ginny Baird

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March 25, 2018

A Glorious Christmas - Get ready for Christmas in May!

Now that it's springtime and we're moving into longer days and warmer weather, probably the last things on your mind are winter and snow. I, on the other hand, am deep into Christmas.

Like many writers, I work several months ahead of a season. But, it's not only that! This year, I have a Christmas book coming out in May. Yes, May. As offbeat as it seems, I've elected to continue my Christmas Town series while we're approaching summer. A Glorious Christmas (Christmas Town, Book 5) is scheduled for release in e-book on May 10th, with the paperback following shortly afterwards.

Though I'd originally planned to release this book in fall 2018, series fans wouldn't have it. They wanted the next story much sooner than that, and sent me e-mails, Facebook posts, and Tweets to say so. And, you know what? Although I had a few other projects to jungle around, I listened. :)

I'd already launched one Christmas Town book, Only You at Christmas (Christmas Town, Book 3), successfully offseason, so why not try it again? This frees up the fall for the release of the next sequential book, A Corner Church Christmas (Christmas Town, Book 6), which will be Liz Martin's story.

But first, there's Walt and Gloria's happy tale to deliver. If you've been following the series, you read the set up for the relationship between Savannah Livingston's best friend, Gloria Chavez, and Kurt Christmas's older brother, Walt, in The Doctor Orders Christmas (Christmas Town, Book 4). Now, dedicated single dad, Walt Christmas, will finally have his day, and, boy, I'm having a blast writing his and Gloria's romance.

You've likely heard about "meet-cute" openings in fiction and film. Well, things don't get any cuter than the way Walt and Gloria first lay eyes on each other. Gloria's come to Christmas Town to help Savannah, who's about to have her first baby and is in a panic about it, and Gloria's staying at Walt's establishment, the Christmas Inn.

Gloria arrives at the inn, accompanied by a mysterious gust of wind that just happens to hit while she's helpfully bringing in Walt's mail. When he dashes out the front door at the sound of his wind chimes going wild, Walt encounters an unusual sight: a very beautiful, dark-haired woman dressed from head to toe in wintry white. She's leaping all over his front lawn and darting through the driving snow, while trying to catch the errant letters fluttering beyond her grasp and twirling through the air.

If you've read the previous Christmas Town books, you might suspect these letters take flight not only on account of the wind. There might be a bit of Christmas magic at play... More of that develops quickly, as Walt's attraction to pretty Gloria grows, and he fumbles with controlling certain abilities he hasn't had surface in years.

Meanwhile, Gloria is awfully intrigued by this gallant and gorgeous blue-eyed guy, although she tries hard not to be. Gloria's only in Christmas Town for a short time, and her life is in Miami. She has a job there she loves, and important family connections, too. Gloria can't imagine leaving all that behind. But sometimes imaginations get tested. Particularly in Christmas Town, Tennessee. ;)

Are Hannah Livingston's famous Virginia Cookies involved? You bet! So are certain well-meaning matchmakers, and other friendly faces we get to see again. I hope you'll read the book and partake in the holiday magic that unfolds in the town where everyday dreams come true. Will dreams also come true for an eligible bachelor dad and a winsome theater teacher from Miami? Be sure to preorder your copy today to find out!







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November 17, 2017

Jingle Bell Babies - A New Holiday Bride!

Releasing December 12, 2017!

Jingle Bell Babies (Holiday Brides Book 6)

A bachelor finds a pair of twins on his doorstep on Christmas morning, then is even more stunned to learn from a pretty social worker that the baby girls, Mary and Bryte, have him listed on county paperwork as their father. A sweet and poignant tale about accepting the gifts of the season.

The Christmas Catch (Book 1)
The Holiday Bride (Book 2)
Mistletoe in Maine (Book 3)
Beach Blanket Santa (Book 4)
Baby, Be Mine (Book 5)
Jingle Bell Babies (Book 6)

Christmas Day delivers
Santa’s sweetest surprise!

Emergency room physician Mark Holiday thinks he’s seen just about everything life can deliver. That is, until twin baby girls land on his doorstep on Christmas morning. At a loss to explain where these babies came from, Mark’s even more perplexed to learn from a pretty social worker that county paperwork lists him as Mary and Bryte’s dad. Though he long ago gave up believing in Santa, Mark can’t shake the niggling feeling that Old Saint Nick had something to do with this special delivery. Especially since it leads Mark to meeting the woman of his dreams.

Feisty social worker Natalie Church is sick to death of deadbeat dads. She certainly can’t believe a guy would deny his own kids at Christmas! But the more Natalie gets to know Mark Holiday, the more she starts to wonder if his story is for real. When the pair becomes stuck at Mark’s house during a blustery snowstorm, Natalie and Mark are forced to work together to care for the twins, while trying to solve the mystery of their unexpected arrival. As the holidays unfold, new facts emerge—exposing Mark and Natalie’s minds to new possibilities. Will the magic of the season help them open up their hearts as well?

Jingle Bell Babies (Holiday Brides Book 6) by Ginny Baird


Mark set his mug down on the kitchen counter, thinking the morning paper should have arrived by now. Even though the snow was piling up quickly outdoors, the news carriers in this western North Carolina town were accustomed to making their rounds in all kinds of weather.

Jingle! Jangle!

Mark tilted his head, his ears alerting at the unaccustomed sound. He didn’t think it was his doorbell.

Jingle! Jangle!

There it is again.

Mark cut through the kitchen on long, brisk strides, emerging in the front hall beside the staircase.

Jingle! Jangle! Jingle!

It was the most peculiar noise and it seemed to be coming from right outside the front door. Just as he thought that, Mark spied movement through the front door’s decorative glass pane. The oblong window contained colorful blue, green, and yellow stained glass encased in ornamental gold wire. Yet, on the other side of that, Mark thought he saw… What? Someone in a red and white hat…? A Santa hat?

Mark walked toward the door at a clip and yanked it open.

The moment he did, a shocking cacophony assaulted his ears.

Crying! No, it’s wailing!

Mark stared down at the stoop and blinked.

Two tiny babies were nestled side by side in car seats on his front porch. They were covered with blankets, and small red hats sporting white pom-poms on dangly pointed tips perched on their miniature heads. Their cherubic round faces burned bright red, as the infants called out like a pair of startled seagulls.

Waahhh! Waahhh! Waahhh!

Mark’s heart thudded in his chest. Then it pounded harder.

What on earth is going on?

He scanned the road in front of his house, but there was no sign of tire tracks anywhere. Mark’s gaze traveled back to the screeching infants. Next, he noticed the huge stack of stuff that had been off-loaded beside them. A portable, pack-and-carry furniture contraption of some sort… Hefty canvas bags stuffed with… Mark inched forward and braved a peek. Baby food and formula? And, in another pile next to that… Package after package of disposable diapers. A very large red denim diaper bag decorated with a smiling white snowman leaned against the porch railing. The diaper bag was bedecked with a set of enormous jingle bells attached with sparkly red cord to its shoulder strap.

It suddenly dawned on Mark what was happening.

Nooooo. No way!

Someone had dumped a set of twins on him at Christmas!


Ginny Baird How will bachelor doctor Mark handle his new arrivals? And, will pretty social worker Natalie become a part of his plan? Download Jingle Bell Babies to find out!


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