How I Wrote a Christmas Novel in the Middle of Summer

I absolutely adore the holidays. So much that I’ve told my husband if we ever build our own house, I want to have a dedicated Christmas room—one that stays decorated all year long. 

One of the best ways to keep the holiday spirit alive all year is to write Christmas books in the middle of the summer! When I started Mistletoe Malarkey, the temperatures were at their peaks and the humidity was turning my hair into a massive fluff ball. 

It can be hard to get into the Christmas spirit when it’s so warm outside (I don’t know how they do it in Australia when Christmas is actually in the summer), but I do a few things to get me in the mood to write a holiday novel. 

First, I light a holiday candle from one of my favorite places—Chalk Full of Love. My favorite scents are Santa’s Cookies or Christmas Tree Farm. 

Next, I turn on a YouTube video of a fireplace crackling. With this in the background, it makes the holidays seem that much closer. 

The third thing I do is play holiday music. I love that Apple Music and Spotify have playlists ready and waiting for my Christmas in July fix. 

And finally, if I’m really desperate to get in the mood, I’ll turn the AC up and pull a blanket around me. Usually this is a last resort item because AC is expensive! But I’ll do just about anything to get in the right frame of mind to write a book. 

For Mistletoe Malarkey specifically, I went back through all my notes about my time spent in Ireland and looked at photos I took from that trip. Though I wasn’t there during Christmas, it definitely helped get me in the right frame of mind! 

I hope you have a very cozy holiday season! Find Mistletoe Malarkey on Amazon (Free with a Kindle Unlimited Subscription.) 


Stella Bixby


Chapter One: Mistletoe Malarkey

Flying made me nervous. 

Flying with the man of my dreams, who I suspected had an engagement ring in his pocket, gave me anxiety. 

Flying to a new country for my favorite holiday to meet his entire family made me feel like I might have a full-blown panic attack. 

Thankfully, Seamus held my hand and looked at me with his charming Irish stare that said—Me eyes are only for you, Shayla.

As the flight took off, his coffee tipped, spilling the entire contents of steaming liquid into his lap. 

Not a single passenger batted an eye when he threw curses around like candy at a Fourth of July parade. 

That was the Irish for you. 

“Do you need to go to the bathroom and sort out your pants?” I asked Seamus, trying to help him mop it up with the teeny cocktail napkins. 

“Only if yeh come and help me,” he said in the Irish brogue I was so in love with. Heck, I was in love with everything about him. 

And he’d convinced me he loved everything about me. 

It had been practically love at first sight. 

Though I’d been about thirty pounds overweight, so I wasn’t quite certain how it had been love at first sight for him—the gorgeous older foreign guy. But I’d since dropped the weight and was in the best shape of my life.  

When I didn’t respond to his suggestion, he shrugged. “I’ll take care of it at the airport.” 

“I’m really excited to meet your family,” I said. 

“Yeh’ve told me about a thousand times.” He laughed. “Now stop worryin’ they’re gonna love ya.” 

I stopped picking at my cuticles. 

“And even if they don’t,” he said, “at least you get away from work for a while.” 

Just the thought of work made me cringe. “That is a plus.” I was a police officer for the Prairie City Police Department. Just like my mom had been. 

She was a PCPD legend. Everyone knew her name. 

And, because of that, they knew mine. 

When I’d started, everyone expected me to be just like her. Tough. Callus. Doesn’t take no for an answer. 

Too bad I was practically the opposite. Much to their disappointment. 

Which meant I became a glorified coffee runner. 

I tipped my head back on my seat. That would change. Eventually, they would appreciate the qualities I brought to the table. Even if they weren’t the same as my mother’s. 

Seamus pushed a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I’d curled it like I did every day, but it had taken me twice as long. We’d almost missed our flight because I was so worried about how I looked. 

“Don’t think about work,” he said. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” 

I turned and smiled at him. 

He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. “You’re beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” I said. “I love you.” 

“And I adore you.” 

# # #

When the flight landed, we were almost the last ones off the airplane. 

Seamus darted into the bathroom to clean up the coffee, leaving me to collect our luggage from the carousels. 

Though the sun was peeking up over the horizon, my brain told me to go to bed immediately. I thought I’d be able to sleep on the airplane, but that proved to be unrealistic, given my state of worry. 

I waited for our luggage to come around on the conveyor belt with several other people from our flight. I reached for Seamus’ bag and pulled it off, almost running directly into a man who wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him. 

Most of the people around the conveyor belt weren’t paying attention to the circling luggage. All their heads pointed to the entrance, where it seemed someone very important had just arrived. 

A glamorous woman stood by the doorway with gigantic sunglasses, stick-straight orange hair, and a figure to die for. She wore black platform sandals beneath hot pink bell-bottomed pants and a white off-the-shoulder top with tiered bell sleeves. 

Several people next to me pulled out their phones to take photos of her as she posed for the paparazzi. They called out her name—which sounded like Eva only with an F in place of the V. Seamus had quizzed me about the spellings and pronunciations of Irish names several weeks before, and this was one of them. I highly suspected her name wasn’t Eva with an F, but Aoife with an A at the beginning and a whole slew of other letters that didn’t add up to the pronunciation in American terms. 

Aoife lived up to the meaning of her name as well. She was the embodiment of beauty and radiance.

I glanced down at my trendy ripped jeans and oversized sweater and felt more like a slouch than a trendsetter.

“I heard her cousin is back in town,” a woman next to me said. 

It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me. 

“Right,” I said. “Her cousin.” 

“Tis about time, if you ask me.” She spoke in an Irish accent so thick I had to concentrate extra hard on what she was saying to understand her. 

“Why’s that?”

“He’s been skirtin’ his responsibilities, don’t ya know,” she said. “Needs to deal with the family business, and if he doesn’t move quickly, he won’t be the prime eligible bachelor in Ireland for long.” 

“Who is she?” I pointed at Aoife. 

“Aoife O’Malley,” she said. “Of the Ballywick O’Malleys.”

“Ah, right,” I said. “Of the Ballywick O’Malleys.” 

She looked at me, tearing her eyes off Aoife. “You’re not from around here, eh?” 

I shook my head. “How could you tell?” 

“The accent’s a dead giveaway,” she said, then leaned closer. “The Ballywick O’Malleys are one of the top ten richest families in the country. They’re in the horse business.” 

“The horse business?” 


“And Aoife is in the racehorse business?” I asked. 

“Aoife?” The woman laughed. “No, no. She was Miss Ireland a few years back. Now, she’s one of them social media influencers.” 

I glanced around to see if Seamus had emerged from the bathroom. 

“There’s another of my suitcases,” I said. “Thanks for the information.” 

“It’s my pleasure,” she said. “Enjoy your visit. Ireland’s the best country in the world if I do say so myself.” 

I retrieved the suitcase from the carousel and felt a hand on my lower back. 

Seamus kissed me on the cheek. “Sorry it took so long.” 

“No problem,” I said. “I was just getting a lesson in Irish wealth.” 

“Irish wealth?” Seamus looked confused. 

“The former Miss Ireland is here.” I pointed behind us. “I’m sure you’ve heard of her—Aoife O’Malley? Her family is in the racehorse business.” 

Seamus glanced behind us quickly, grabbed a suitcase and my hand, and pulled me toward the door. 

“Is everything okay?” 

My heart skipped a beat. What if he knew Aoife personally? What if they had dated? If he’d dated Miss Ireland, there was no way he’d want to be with me. 

“Everything’s grand,” he said, though his tone of voice didn’t make it sound very grand. “I just want to get you to my parent’s home as quickly as possible.”

“Seamus?” I heard a high-pitched voice behind us. 

I turned to look, but Seamus kept tugging on my arm. “Come on, keep going.” 

“Do you know Aoife?” 

“Seamus,” Aoife was running after us in her platform sandals now. “Why are you running from me?” 

The photographers clamored to keep up. Then I heard someone say, “Is that Seamus Healy?” 

“Damn,” Seamus said. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.” 

He turned just in time for Aoife to reach us. She wrapped her arms around Seamus’ neck and said, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Cameras flashed all around us as my stomach dropped. 


Read the rest of Mistletoe Malarkey when it releases December 7th.

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Lifepro Eye Massager

Yes, this seems strange. I thought so too until I tried it and WOW—it is awesome! After spending so much time looking at a computer screen, this has been a lifesaver! ($59.99 @ Amazon)

Travel Kettle

This little beauty saved my bacon when I went to Vegas. I love coffee and this made enough piping hot water to fill my entire travel thermos! See the next item for the coffee pour over bags I used. ($17.99 @ Amazon)

Pour-Over Bags

I’m a bit of a coffee snob, so I wasn’t certain whether I’d like this coffee, but I was pleasantly surprised by its yummy flavor. It was also fun to pour over! ($11.99 @ Amazon)

Portable Charger

I never go anywhere without a way to power my computer and phone just in case there isn’t an outlet available! ($35.99 @ Amazon)

Hair Waver

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The Evolution of Rylie Cooper

Hello! Today I’m going to delve into how Rylie became Rylie. 

But before we begin, I have to let you in on a secret . . . Rylie wasn’t initially Rylie’s name. 


I know, I know. Settle down. Breathe. 

At first, her name was . . . 


Courtney Cooper? 

Well, in the first draft her last name wasn’t Cooper—she didn’t actually have a last name at all at that point. 

But to get to Rylie we must begin with Courtney . . . 

Pinterest is typically where I begin when thinking about my characters. It helps me to have an image in my mind of what my character looks like. 

In my head, Courtney was a pretty young blonde. 

She’s pretty, but almost too pretty. Too made up. 

But I had to start somewhere. 

Then I looked up Blonde in Aviator Glasses because Rylie/Courtney would obviously wear Aviator Glasses. 

Good. But not quite right. 

Then her name changed to Rylie. With a new name in mind, I eventually settled on this initial image: 

She’s probably skinnier than how I envision Rylie since Rylie is more muscular, but I liked how her hair wasn’t perfectly done, how she wasn’t wearing lipstick, and the overall flirty vibe she puts off. 

It worked to get me started. 

Next, I had to work on her life. How old was she? Was she in college? What were the circumstances of her becoming a park ranger? 

At first, I thought she would be in college. Maybe only working on the weekends at first. I tried to think of how I could include college into the stories. I even wrote this little passage as a possible beginning for Catfished(which wasn’t called Catfished at first, but that’s a story for another time): 

College classes were supposed to be challenging and ultimately rewarding. But as I sat in a room of almost fifty students learning how best to create a game that seven year olds would enjoy, I could feel my patience slipping. Getting a degree was something I’d always wanted to do. In fact, I always wanted to be a lawyer. Something about arguing for money really made my interest pique. 

So I went to one of the top colleges in the state as a pre-law student with a hefty academic scholarship. I studied really hard for about a semester and then dropped out so I could be closer to Troy. My parents, who had paid for that very expensive first semester, promptly informed me that they were cutting me off. I wasn’t worried, though. I had the fire department and Troy and everything was going to be great. Right? 

Yeah, so here I was getting a degree at one of the cheapest colleges in the state in one of the easiest majors. My student loans were amassing but I don’t have to pay for them until I graduate, which I hoped would be next fall. 

Okay, aside from the lack of polish, this passage was interesting for me to go back and realize that I thought Rylie wanted to be a LAWYER? 

Say what!?!

When did that happen? 

It must have been a fleeting thought, though, because she ended up with a degree in Parks and Recreation Management and loves it. 

I axed the idea of including college in the mix, because it added an element that wasn’t necessary to the stories. 

Now Rylie is a full-fledged park ranger who, in my head, looks nothing like any of the above pictures. 

She’s strong and fierce and makes lots of mistakes, but I love her nonetheless. 

What do you think? How do you picture Rylie? 

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Serena Chase

This series is fantastic! It’s one of my favorites of all time! Start with The Ryn.

Kelly Hashway

Kelly is hilarious on TikTok and her humor is reflected in her books!

Ada Bell

This is such a fun series! Start with Mystic Pieces!

Tracie Banister

Rom-com lovers, check out Tracie’s books! Straight from the Hart is her newest!

Evelyn Mae

I know it’s a bit early for Christmas books, but seriously. Look at this cover! Falling Under the Mistletoe is so good, you won’t want to put it down!

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