Romancing Wisconsin Volume I includes 2010 Write Touch Award-winning stories Mistletoe Mischief, Mistletoe Magic, Mistletoe Match-Up, and the exclusive bonus short story, Mistletoe Rules.

Christmas recipe for love—combine a matchmaking Santa, lots of mistletoe, one iron-clad rule, fated hearts; mix and stir. The Riley siblings don’t stand a chance.

MISTLETOE MISCHIEF: Christmas in July at the zoo is the last place single parents Eric Riley and Marissa Wilder expect to find love. Thanks to some mistletoe mischief in the form of their two young daughters and Santa, they discover mistletoe rules were not made to be broken.

MISTLETOE MAGIC: Major Mark Riley plays Court Jester to Janelle Walsh’s Snow Queen at the Christmas Parade and is instantly captivated by the cute redhead whose grandpa just happens to be Santa. When Mark learns she’s the tenant he evicted from his newly purchased property, it’s going to take a little bit of Santa’s mistletoe magic to save their romance.

MISTLETOE MATCH-UP: When Lisa Riley comes home for her brother Mark’s Christmas Eve wedding, her high school rivalry with his wife Janelle’s cousin, Derek Walsh, picks up right where it left off, only this time Derek has the upper hand. Santa bides his time as they battle it out because he’s waited a whole year for this mistletoe match-up.

Exclusive bonus story, MISTLETOE RULES: When Benedict Riley first meets Susan Whitcomb at a college holiday dance, she’s engaged to be married to another man. In this story where mistletoe rules, you’ll learn how the Riley Family Mistletoe Rules all began one fateful Christmas, not too long ago…

Excerpt from MISTLETOE RULES:

“Why is a beautiful girl like you sitting all alone under the mistletoe?”

Sue startled at the deep voice from directly in front of her. She jerked her attention up—way up—to meet the smiling face of a guy maybe a couple years older than her.

“I’m not.”

“Alone?” he clarified, his eyebrows drawing together in a slight frown.

No, beautiful. Pretty maybe, but beautiful is pushing it.

Out loud she replied, “Sitting under mistletoe.”

His gaze rose to a point above her head, and in the dim light, she tried to decipher if his eyes were light blue or gray.

“I beg to differ.”

Sue twisted in her seat to look. Nothing—oh, wait, painted on the paper banner taped to the wall was a bundle of leaves that might pass for mistletoe. Her heart lurched for a moment, but she ignored the sensation and faced the guy again.

“All in the eye of the beholder.”

Tall, dark, and handsome immediately came to her mind’s eye looking at him. Unlike most of the other guys in their corduroy pants and wide-collared shirts, his black boots, faded jeans, and gray turtleneck sweater completed the attractive package before her.

He studied her for a moment. “So true.”

“Well, I don’t believe it is mistletoe.”

Feeling at a distinct disadvantage with him towering over her, Sue twisted her fingers in her gauzy, flower-print skirt. Standing seemed the obvious solution, but if she stood, they’d be much too close, and his self-assured stance warned her he wouldn’t back down.

“You know what they say about mistletoe, don’t you?” he asked.

“No, what do they say?”

He grinned, revealing white teeth and a very cute set of dimples. “It’s bad luck to refuse a kiss.”

“Good thing it’s not mistletoe, then.”

“You really want to take that chance?”