✨🎄Release Day!🎄✨

“I half expect her to throw on a Santa hat and start handing out candy canes from the driver’s seat.”

Yippee!!!

A Christmas Wish Come True: A Mistwood Bay Novel is officially available today, exclusively from CurtissLynn Publishing!

This story holds a special place in my heart. Set in the fictional small town of Mistwood Bay, Oregon, it’s a heartwarming romance about love, family, and the unexpected magic of Christmas.

Here’s a glimpse of what’s waiting for you in this sweet holiday romance:

When celebrated children’s book illustrator Clarissa Bishop finds herself facing a creative block, she takes her aunt’s advice and heads to Mistwood Bay for Christmas. She’s hoping a change of scenery will rekindle her artistic spark, but her first stop at Wishing Well Farms leads to a surprise she never saw coming.

Hudson Howard, the farm’s rugged but oh-so-grumpy owner, isn’t thrilled to have anyone meddling in his carefully managed world. But his seven-year-old daughter, Nellie, has other ideas—especially when Clarissa overhears Nellie making a heartfelt wish into the farm’s famous wishing well: she just wants her dad to be happy again.

Before Clarissa knows it, she’s swept up in the farm’s holiday preparations, using her artistic touch to transform it into a winter wonderland. And as she and Hudson work side by side, the walls around his heart begin to melt.

But with Clarissa’s future still uncertain and Hudson’s guarded past threatening to hold him back, can they find the courage to believe in the magic of second chances—and grant Nellie’s Christmas wish?

This story is filled with festive charm, community spirit, and moments that remind us all of the unexpected gifts of the season. Whether you’re curled up by the fire or stealing a moment of peace amid holiday preparations, this book is the perfect way to get into the Christmas spirit.

I hope you’ll fall in love with Clarissa, Hudson, Nellie, and the magical world of Mistwood Bay as much as I did while writing their story!

Chapter Ten Excerpt:

Clarissa’s breath caught when she opened the door to find Hudson standing there, looking more handsome than she’d ever seen him. Gone were his usual flannel shirt and worn jeans. Tonight, he wore a rich burgundy dress shirt tucked into tailored black slacks, polished black dress shoes, and a dark chocolate brown coat that perfectly matched his eyes. He’d even cut his hair. Seeing him like this—refined yet still unmistakably Hudson—sent a flutter through her chest.

Then there was Nellie, standing proudly by her father’s side, her loose curls framing her face. She wore a black dress with a bright red sash at the waist, black shoes she clicked together with a grin, and a green coat that made her brown eyes sparkle. She looked every bit the little lady, and Clarissa couldn’t help but beam at both of them.

“Well, don’t you two look sharp,” she said, stepping back to let them in.

Hudson chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “We don’t get many chances to dress up on the farm, so we take advantage of special occasions.”

Nellie grinned up at her dad, then turned to Clarissa. “Daddy says it’s like a date—for the three of us!”

Clarissa’s cheeks heated at the thought, but she smiled at Nellie, grateful for her cheerful presence. It felt more like a date than she’d anticipated, and she was relieved to have Nellie there as a delightful chaperone.

“Well, don’t the three of you look dapper tonight!” Celia’s voice floated down the stairs.

Clarissa turned to see her aunt descending in her usual unforgettable style, now with a holiday twist—a shimmering gold sweater that caught the light, a red faux fur wrap draped over her shoulders, and red boots to match. Dangly Christmas ornament earrings swung as she moved, and her red lipstick completed the festive look. Clarissa had never seen her look quite so delighted.

Hudson stepped forward, ever the gentleman, and leaned in to kiss Celia’s cheek. “Aunt Celia, it’s always a pleasure.”

Celia giggled like a schoolgirl, her eyes bright with amusement. “Oh, Hudson, stop—you’ll embarrass an old woman!” she said, patting his shoulder playfully. “You three make such a handsome little group.”

He grinned. “Care to join us, Celia? You’d make our outing even better.”

Celia waved a hand dismissively, still smiling. “Thank you, but I have plans of my own. I’m meeting friends in town for the ceremony. You kids go on and have fun.”

With fond farewells, Hudson, Clarissa, and Nellie bundled up and stepped outside, their boots crunching on the frosty ground. As they headed toward Hudson’s truck, Clarissa’s eyes landed on the car parked next to it—a teal green ’57 Pontiac Bonneville convertible, adorned with a Christmas wreath on the grille and a bobble-head Santa merrily nodding from the dashboard.

Hudson stifled a laugh. “I have to say, that car is… unforgettable. Celia really knows how to make a statement, doesn’t she?”

Clarissa chuckled, glancing at the car with affection. “She calls it her ‘Christmas sleigh.’ Says it’s a shame there’s no reindeer option for a Bonneville.”

“Of course she does,” Hudson said, grinning, his eyes twinkling with fondness. “I half expect her to throw on a Santa hat and start handing out candy canes from the driver’s seat.”

“Wouldn’t put it past her,” Clarissa replied. “She’s nothing if not original.”

Sharing another grin at Celia’s “sleigh,” they climbed into Hudson’s truck, Nellie happily settling herself in the middle. As they drove off, conversation flowed naturally, their voices blending with laughter that softened the chill of the winter night. The cab of the truck felt like its own little world—a pocket of warmth filled with stories, playful teasing, and a quiet connection that bound them together.