Starla's Christmas Conundrum
Carol E. Keen
Carol E. Keen
Contemporary Fiction, Clean Romance
Contemporary Fiction, Clean Romance
In the greatest conflict of her life, can she figure out who to trust?
Starla Devaroux is at the peak of her music career. Life as a popular Christian music artist is good. This Christmas she finds herself at the crossroads of several life-altering choices. It's quite a conundrum; the path she takes this time will not only define her future but alter the lives of others as well.
"The main characters were very likable, I could really put myself in Starla's shoes."
"It was charming and romantic, and I want to marry Mason, lol."
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“My name is Mason. I’m sorry to stare, but you’re interesting to watch, and for some reason, you seem so very familiar. That sounded horribly cheesy, but it’s the truth.”
“I appreciate your honesty and candor. I fear I have a familiar face for certain reasons that shall remain nameless for now. I will share my first name, though. It’s Starla.”
The blonde haired, dark-eyed man stood up and came over to her table. He reached out to shake her hand, and then, to her shock, kissed the top of her hand.
“The pleasure is definitely mine in getting to meet you. Do you mind if I sit here?” He was already sinking into the seat, so there was no time to object. Mason placed his iced tea and newspaper on the table and settled in.
Well, I’d go back to reading, but I can’t concentrate with him sitting here. Starla sipped her tea and glanced at Mason again. He was reading his paper without an obvious care in the world, other than his foot tapping to the various seasonal songs that were playing. What should I do now? Right about then, he peaked at her over his paper. Great, now I’ve really done it.
His eyes sparkled and dropping the paper, he smiled. “It’s nice to have someone to sit with. I’m sure you’ve noticed.” Mason inclined his head towards the rest of the cafe and out the windows beyond. It was teeming with couples. Couples holding hands, couples sitting close with their heads together giggling and smiling, walking and holding hands, laughing, and overall, appearing happily in love.
“Um, I see what you mean. I think I’ve been so involved in my work for so long that I hadn’t fully realized…” Starla left her sentence unfinished.
“Quite right. I know that feeling well. My work has kept me very occupied and then there seems to have been somewhat of a timing issue in my life. I hope you don’t mind if we look like we aren’t alone for a little while?” Mason had a questioning look on his face.
“No, it’s actually, well, a bit nice.” Starla smiled a shy smile, her dimples showing just a little. Just then, one of her Christmas songs came over the radio. One of the classical ones, not one she’d written.
Mason listened briefly, then his eyes widened. “Ah. You’re that Starla. That’s your voice on this song, isn’t it?”
“Oh my, guilty as charged. Yes, that’s me.” Starla held her breath. What would his next reaction bring?
“Then, we have more in common than I’d anticipated. It might help if I shared my last name, now that I have discovered yours. Mason Dixxon.” Mason winked.
“Ah! Are you the Mason Dixxon that I think you are? Are you the lead singer with the British accent I so adore, from the Christian rock band, ‘The Edge’?”
“Yep, hopefully, the one and only.” Mason chuckled.
Carol E. Keen enjoys fresh coffee, hot tea, and a good book. She was published for several years in FAMA magazine (Freshwater And Marine Aquarium) as a contributing editor. She published her first book on CD, called Simply Seahorses.
She is the author of The Beauty Series and The Corandira Station, to name a few of her works. She currently resides in the South with her husband and family and spends her time writing, reading, working in photography, and being with her much loved critters.
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I think I’m the only fiction author I know of who’s raised seahorses. Does that count as quirky?
Tell us something really interesting that's happened to you!
Ak! Which thing? I have many! Lol! Since this interview is for Starla’s Christmas Conundrum, I’ll share a Christmas one. When I was two my mom hired a “Santa” to come to the house for me. Now, keep in mind that at two I told stories without stopping for hours on end, and I remember things from an extremely young age.
“Santa” showed up and let me tell you, he smelled weird. He was holding me standing up, and I wasn’t impressed. He kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas, and I wasn't answering. I finally decided he wasn't going to go away until I answered him. Unlike other men’s beards, his was slipping and fake and I knew it. The exasperated man finally said, “You don’t seem happy to see old Santa.”
This I could answer. “No, I want to see Jesus and the angels.” He turned pale, he stuttered, and next I found out what flying was like. He threw me at my parents and ran out the door yelling and screaming. Years later I’d learn the smell was alcohol, and I scared him sober. He told the neighborhood he couldn’t be a Santa anymore.
I’ll probably put that in one of my books soon, but you read my true experience here first.
What are some of your pet peeves?
Outside shoes on inside my house. Ewwee. Tell me I’m silly if you must, but I like to be barefoot, and walking on germs isn’t my idea of fun. On the bed is a call for washing the linens!
Talking constantly in the movie theater. Please, just don’t and if you have the need to “make out” I don’t want to listen to that.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
I read, watch TV, or listen to music.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
The first time I was published in an international magazine and added as a contributing editor.
Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
Evil Forebodings could be a movie pretty easily, I think. It's got plenty of drama and action that would lend well to a script and acting.
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