Welcome to Wednesday Writers. Christmas is coming and there’s nothing I like better during the holiday season than a good Christmas romance (or movie). So, on Wednesdays and Thursdays I’m filling out the year with a variety of Christmas romance book posts. Today’s guest is Eris Field and her book Jamie’s Christmas Magi. Welcome, Eris.
We usually think of the Magi, the three wise men from the East who brought gifts to the Christ child, as old men. In fact, they are often depicted as three aged Kings wearing crowns and carrying gifts. However, the word Magi is derived from the Old Persian language and was used to refer to a religious order of Zoroastrian priests. They were scientists and scholars, an educated segment of the Iranian people. As part of their religion, the priests studied the stars and were well known for their knowledge of astrology which was regarded as a science at that time. They evolved into a wise and knowledgeable group of scientists who were believed to be able to predict the future of humanity and the Earth. The Magi are the forefathers of the Kurdish people in the Middle East. It is the Kurds and other Iranians who are the owners of the oldest civilization in the history of humanity. They started the first monolithic religion 9000 years BC. While researching the Magi, I learned that there is a 6th century mosaic in the Basilica of Sant’ Appollinare built in 504 AD in Ravenna, Italy that depicts the Magi as handsome, elegant, long-legged, men—one young and beardless, one an older, heavier man with a beard, and an old man with white hair and beard. They all had large dark eyes and aquiline noses and were dressed in splendid Persian garments with swirling capes and soft red Phrygian caps. As soon as I saw a picture of the mosaic, I knew I had found my hero for Jamie’s Christmas Magi.
Jamie’s Christmas Magi
By Eris Field
Descendant of an ancient Kurdish tribe that included the Magi, Rauf, a handsome, Army psychiatrist with the hard body of a desert warrior, feels like a failure after years of fighting ISIS and losing his family. His current assignment: treat veterans struggling with post-traumatic stress disorder, but before he can help them, he must conquer his own demons.
Cast aside by the husband she put through medical school, vibrant redheaded nurse Jamie, her belief in love destroyed, refuses to give up the dream of having a home of her own. She’ll do whatever it takes-avoid romantic entanglements and work two jobs- to climb out of the mountain of debt her ex-husband left her.
Assigned to assist the reclusive Rauf, Jamie reluctantly agrees. Working together, they discover feelings they never knew: throbbing, hot, tantalizing feelings. Will their scars prevent them from seizing a second chance at love? Will Jamie accept the gift of love from her very own Magi?
“Do you know where Jamie is?” Rauf’s usually calm voice was sharp with anxiety. “She was at the party and then she was gone. I’ve tried her phone, and she’s not answering.” His voice dropped. “Her Jeep is gone. I have a feeling something is wrong. Please, Gemma, I must know where she is.”
“She told me she was going home.” Gemma voice was icy.
“I’ve tried to call her but she isn’t answering.” His voice was rough. “She was there. I turned away for a moment and then I couldn’t see her. I have to find her.” He stumbled over the words, “Did she say anything to you?”
“She said your cousin had come here to be married.” Gemma could barely control her outrage. “Oh yes. There was something else. The realtor called to tell her she’d sold her dream house.” Gemma tried for control and failed. “I’d say two bombs in less than five minutes were enough to make any girl run!”
“I told her my cousin was here to be married. In Tennessee. She is going to marry a distant cousin there. It’s all arranged.”
“Did you mention Tennessee to Jamie?” Gemma’s voice was dripping with disgust. “Did you think to tell her your cousin was on her way there to be married?”
“Jamie must be aware of how I feel about her.” He hesitated and then continued haltingly ““My love for her is tuqburni, a love so deep I can’t imagine life without her. How could she not know I want her?”
“Rauf, she wouldn’t know unless you told her. She was hurt terribly before. She shies away at the first hint of betrayal . . . and then to find out the house was sold. She was devastated. I saw her like this four years ago. It’s taken that long for her to function as well as she does.”
“I bought the house for her!” His anguish made Gemma soften slightly. “I couldn’t risk it being sold before I could ask her to marry me.”
“Does she know you want to marry her?” Gemma put the question more gently than she had intended.
She must know I want to marry her! She would know that when I introduced her to my mother.”
“It doesn’t work that way here.” Gemma’s voice was soft. “It’s all between a man and the woman he loves.”
He groaned. “My mother asked me something, and when I turned around, Jamie was gone.”
“She didn’t tell me that but . . .”
“What? Tell me everything. Please, Gemma.”
“She asked me for ten dollars and twenty-five cents. She didn’t say why but it seemed terribly important to her.”
“Oh, Gemma, thank you!”
“Do you know where she went?”
“She told me once that the fee for the ferry from New York to Vermont is ten dollars and twenty-five cents and it must be paid in cash.” He let out a deep sigh. “I think she is going to Vermont, to her grandfather’s cabin on the lake.”
“It will be cold in Vermont and she’ll be all alone.”
“No, she won’t be alone. I’ll find her.”
Want to read more? You can find Jamie’s Christmas Magi at Amazon
About the Author:
Eris Field was born in the Green Mountains of Vermont. As a student nurse at Albany Hospital, Eris met a Turkish surgical intern she would later marry. He told her fascinating stories about the history of Turkey, the loss of the Ottoman Empire, and forced population exchanges–tragically similar to the plight of today’s Kurdish refugees. While amassing rejection letters for the short stories she wrote, Eris earned a master’s degree in Psychiatric Nursing at the University at Buffalo where she later taught psychiatric nursing. Now, Eris writes contemporary, medical romances. Her love of Western New York, her interest in history, her experience in psychiatry, and her desire to eradicate violence against women become a part of each of her stories. While her mind plots the next novel and her heart develops the characters, her fingers knit sweaters for child refugees.
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