Posted in Blog tour, e-books, romance on January 4, 2013

cinderella christmasThere’s nothing On Top managing editor Cynthia “Starr” Starling hates more than Christmas. With an important deadline looming, plus her dreaded Christmas Day birthday, Starr just wants the holiday to end. But when she wakes up Christmas Eve night to the ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future—all in the form of the super-hot Matt Landry, the new art director—she knows she’s in for a long night.

Matt is the one person on Starr’s team she can’t boss around and the only one she doesn’t need to. He’s also her employee and totally off limits, even if he does seem interested. Though he’s seven years younger and all kinds of forbidden fruit, he’s the form the Powers That Be decided she’d be receptive to.

Because they have a message for her: learn the true meaning of Christmas spirit or risk being alone for the rest of her life.

Title: A Cinderella Christmas Carol (Suddenly Cinderella, #.5)
Author: Hope Tarr
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 84 pages
ISBN: 978-1-62266-818-2
Release Date: November 2012
Imprint: Flirt

Now a word from the author, Hope Tarr:

I’m writing this post on New Year’s Eve waiting for my freshly manicured nails to dry. 2012 is now down to hours, not months or even days. In about an hour, I’ll step into the shower and start prepping to greet a new year in as grand a style as we can muster.

But for now it’s precious quiet time, time to reflect on the prior twelve months. What were my triumphs? What were my challenges–and above all, what lessons have I learned to carry into the coming year and hopefully make it that much kinder and gentler?

Leading the list of blessings is surviving Hurricane Sandy with our health and home intact. Many of my New York and New Jersey neighbors were far less fortunate. My heart goes out to those who are still without homes at the holidays. For those who feel you can afford to give, The Red Cross continues to accept donations for Hurricane Sandy survivors here.

On the career front, I embarked on an exciting new contemporary fairytale-themed Suddenly Cinderella series with Entangled Publishing. Suddenly Cinderella Book #1, OPERATION CINDERELLA released in mid-October. Two more full-length novels, PROJECT CINDERELLA and THE CINDERELLA CAPER will release in 2013.

With so many people hurting financially, and struggling to afford a nice holiday for their families, price point is more important to me now than ever before. A CINDERELLA CHRISTMAS CAROL, the in-series novella, is a fun, flirty mash-up of “Cinderella” and the Dickens Christmas ghost story available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble for just 99 cents. Cynthia “Starr” Starling, Macie’s Scrooge-like managing editor from OPERATION CINDERELLA, gets her own shot at Happily Ever After with sexy seven years’ younger art director, Matt Landry, but only if she’ll listen to The Powers That Be. Fortunately they’ve dispatched a Christmas Spirit Guide to help her see sense—and he just happens to look, sound and smell exactly like her real life office crush.

Below is my end-of-year “lagniappe” to you: an excerpt of A CINDERELLA CHRISTMAS CAROL. I hope you enjoy Starr and Matt’s sexy winter holiday ghost story and please look for PROJECT CINDERELLA (Francesca and Greg) coming this March 2013.

Wishing you a 2013 brimming with fairytale dreams come true!

Hope Tarr is the award-winning author of twenty historical and contemporary romances including OPERATION CINDERELLA, the launch to her new Suddenly Cinderella Series of contemporary fairytale-themed romances and A CINDERELLA CHRISTMAS CAROL, the in-series novella available for just 99 cents. Hope is also a co-founder and current principal of Lady Jane’s Salon™, New York City’s first and so far only monthly romance fiction reading series now with satellites in four other U.S. cities. Connect with Hope at her website – FacebookTwitter – Goodreads.


“Psst, Starr, wake up.”

Starr cracked open an eye and then quickly closed it again. What was Matt Landry doing in her apartment in the middle of the night? And was he…glowing?

I am so dreaming.

Even though she hadn’t spoken, Matt’s voice answered her. “No, you’re not. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Though used to giving orders, not taking them, Starr complied. She opened her eyes—and bolted upright. Landry squatted beside her sofa. His handsome face wore the same expression of unflappable patience she’d seen in staff meetings when she was being a particular bitch.

He lifted a brow. “I don’t think you’re a bitch. You’re just…very clear on your goals.”

“Jesus, how do you do that?”

He smiled. “You’re easier to read than you might think. All I have to do is look into your eyes. They’re the windows to the soul, you know.”

He’d said almost the exact words to her at work last week when they’d crossed paths in the break room—on purpose, or at least it had been on her part. Like the Pied Piper, he’d been too irresistible not to follow, even if she’d done so on the pretense of refilling her water bottle.

She fitted a hand across her forehead. “If I’m awake, if we’re really having this conversation, then you’re a visual and auditory hallucination. I repeat, visual and auditory. Not winning!”

He chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

“It means I’m bat shit crazy, schizophrenic at the very least. Thanks but no thanks. I’ll take dreaming over a life lived on antipsychotics any day. Good night.” She made a grab for the cover.

His hand shot out, pulling it back. “If I’m a dream figure or a hallucination, then I wouldn’t feel solid, would I?”

Starr hesitated. Before now, she’d never considered what the rules might be. “I…guess not.”

He held out his hand palm up. Like the rest of him, it was rimmed in a gently pulsing white light. “Touch me.”

She hesitated. If only he knew how she’d ached to do just that ever since he’d started at On Top—then again, if he could read her mind, no doubt he did know. Suddenly being schizophrenic seemed the better bargain. Dodging his gaze, she gingerly stretched out her hand and wrapped it about his bigger one.

“Holy shit.”

He was flesh and blood, warm and solid, so solid that she could detect the hint of calluses rimming the inside of his knuckles. Vaguely she recalled from reading his resume that, before moving to New York, he’d worked on old cars. The factoid had been listed at the end under “Interests and Hobbies.” Before Landry, she’d never bothered reading that far.

She pulled away. “Who are you? What are you? And what have you done with Matt?”

Growing up as a latchkey kid, she’d had the Sci-Fi Channel as her babysitter and Invasion of the Body Snatchers as her favorite cult classic film. Still, even with her child’s imagination, the prospect of alien life had seemed a farfetched fantasy—until now.

“I’m Matt, or at least an aspect of him. For tonight, think of me as your Spirit of Christmas Past, Present, and Future.”

“I hate to sound like a stickler, but aren’t those supposed to be three separate spirits?”

A faint frown creased his handsome face. “Well, technically, yes, but this is a very busy time of year. Besides, haven’t you heard? There’s a recession on,” he added with a wink. No doubt about it, he had Landry’s trademark humor and unflappable charm down pat.

“You look like Landry, only more…shimmery,” she admitted.

Even blinged out in a glittering silver-sequined three-piece suit that the late Liberace would have coveted, he looked pretty freakin’ fabulous. Still, the Landry she knew was strictly a jeans and T-shirt guy.

He frowned. “The Powers That Be fashioned me in the form they knew you would be most receptive to.”

Starr didn’t have a comeback to that. Privately she acknowledged that The Powers That Be must be pretty smart cookies.

Matt surveyed the coffee table littered with half-finished takeout containers and shook his head. “Holed up at home, alone, eating greasy Thai take-out when you could have been out enjoying yourself with friends.”

Despite their bizarre situation, Starr bristled. Just because he’d styled himself as some sort of…Christmas ghost guide didn’t mean he got to barge into her life and criticize it. “First, that Thai food isn’t greasy. It’s some of the best in the city, much more nutritious than the fried pub grub I would have ended up eating had I gone along for drinks. Second, I don’t have friends.”

He leaned in. “Are you so sure about that?”

Star caught her breath. He dazzled her and not because of the glowworm thing. Get a freakin’ grip, Starling. Repeat: this is not the real Matt, this is not the real Matt, this is not the real Matt…

“Besides, they didn’t really want me there. You—Matt—just asked me along to be…nice.”

For a few seconds, he looked as though he might argue. Instead he stood and stretched out his hand to her again. “Come on, we have a packed schedule of Christmases to power through and not a lot of time.”



This was a fun and quick read and a great set up for her future books!  A Cinderella Christmas Carol is definitely a take on A Christmas Carol and Scrooge’s experience with Christmas Past, Present and Future!  It is a bargain at $0.99 and I give it 4 1/2 paws!  I will definitely be looking for more books by Hope this coming year.