Jan Selbourne

When history whispers,
I pass it on.

Finding a Christmas Miracle
Jan Selbourne and Anne Krist


Two historical novellas of new love and second chances

[#Christmas #Christmasromance #VietnamWar #AussiesInVietnam #woundedsoldiers anthology novellas romance historical romance]

Blurb

Two exceptional novellas featuring two men engulfed in a war no one understands or wants—Vietnam. They’re both hoping for a miracle with little expectation of finding it.

Jan Selbourne lends her award-winning writing talent to A Miracle in the Outback. Nick Saunders is in a hurry to escape a family argument and also to return to his Army base in Wagga Wagga. He doesn’t need another complication. Rachel Garth is a woman with a broken down car, a small girl, a deadly snake, and a baby on the way. She needs Nick’s help. He doesn’t know it, but he needs hers, too.

In award-winning author Anne Krist’s The Miracle of Coming Home, Army PFC Tom Stabler wins a trip to his parents’ Nebraska farm for Christmas. He needs the time away from the war. Lately, he’s been feeling lost and too alone. Trouble is, being home is almost as bad. Then Susan Swensen arrives, just as sweet and pretty as he remembers. Can Susan help him find himself again, or will it take a miracle?

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Reviews

Two fabulous reads with relatable characters and heartwarming emotion. Both stories dealt with war but we saw the personal side of it and the way the horror impacts normal people. The locale in “A Miracle in the Outback” by Jan Selbourne was perfectly done. I could picture everything she described. Nick is such a great hero and Rachel is a wonderful heroine.

“The Miracle of Coming Home” by Anne Krist had such a unique premise. I love the idea of the contest and how it brought Susan and Tom together.

I was rooting for both couples to find their Happily Ever After.

Heart wrenching and poignant, this novella set is a must-read.
5 Stars T.P. Warren


Both stories grab your attention quickly and carry you along with the fast moving plot lines! Both main characters are flawed perhaps due to the service to their country! One saves a young mother about to deliver her second baby alone in the outback. The other brings the Vietnam war home! Kudos to both ladies for their exemplary stories!
5-star Gail Beardslee


Jan Selbourne and Anne Krist creatively interweave emotional circumstances with developments that are frequently unexpected, and the result are stories which I will long remember for their realism. Both novellas are stirringly heartwarming holiday romances. 5 Stars, Amelia Richards


Well done, both ladies. 5 stars, Lesley Wilson


For heart-warming Christmas romance, the two novellas in Finding a Christmas Miracle certainly fit the bill. 5 stars, jcbooks736


5 stars on Amazon with no review Thank you, whoever you are!


Two wonderful books I enjoyed every turn of the pages. So good to feel the love Always in awe of this wonderful talent Of putting words to paper. Looking forward to the next novellas 5 Stars Daph M


I admire how you make women feel like their fantasy can come true. … Well done! Anonymous reader


Selbourne and Krist created two short stories to touch your heart and make you think of family. Selbourne's story speaks to destiny. Her characters are real, harsh, and struggle with their lives. You want to reach into the book and help them both.

Krist's story seems straight forward. Boy goes off to war and becomes lost in the viciousness of it. Girl worries for him and wants nothing more than a moment with him. There's a twist which was unexpected - no spoilers don't worry. This twist transformed the story from the expected to the extraordinary.

The writing of these two authors is stellar. They both have good pacing, good character building, and a good plot. This is a quick read which will be well worth your time. 5 Stars, BookDragon


YOU CAN'T GO WRONG READING THESE TWO BOOKS!! 5 Stars, Hotcha

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Excerpt from Miracle in the Outback in Finding a Christmas Miracle

Noelle’s face turned red as she let out another loud wail.

Ellie pointed to the crib. “Mum, Noelle’s crying.”

“I know, I know.” Rachel closed the sliding glass doors and pushed the hair out of her eyes.

Another louder squeal.

“Mummy, Noelle.”

“I can hear her, Ellie,” Rachel snapped, and went to the sink to wash her hands. “The whole bloody street can hear her.” She picked up the little noise machine and felt the wet clothing. Pulling off the soaked nappy, she reached for a clean one to wrap around the squirming baby.

“Scream, feed, and pee,” she muttered as she opened her blouse. Like an alarm clock, every three and half hours, day and night. So different from quiet, placid Ellie and she was so tired. As soon as the little piranha finished feeding, she’d give Ellie colouring pencils and toys and try to snatch an hour’s sleep.

Rachel rested her head against the back of the sofa and reached over to Ellie. “You are such a good girl, come sit next to me. When we go shopping tomorrow, I’ll buy you a present for helping me with this noisy baby.”

Twice a week, she pushed the pram, with Ellie sitting on the toddler’s seat, to the shopping centre. Always early to avoid the heat and between feeds so Noelle would, hopefully, sleep. Then wash the pile of baby clothes and nappies. She’d take a few more dollars from her stash and buy more disposables.

Fifteen minutes later, Noelle had fallen asleep against her breast. She gently laid her in the crib, turned on the fan, and lay on the sofa.

A shrill noise jerked her awake. Blinking, she sat up and rubbed her eyes as the front doorbell shrilled again. No way was she climbing the stairs to see who it is. They can come back later when her mother was home. Probably the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Last week it was the Mormons and she’d told them where to go in very blunt language.

She lay back down and felt herself drifting off when footsteps on the side path made her sit up. Two men in suits were walking towards the sliding glass doors. They looked around the back garden before knocking.

Now alarmed, Rachel hesitated before opening the door a couple of inches. The two men produced ID badges.

“Rachel Garth?” The tall man with piercing eyes asked.

“Yes.”

“Detective Thomas and”—his hand flicked to the man beside him—“Detective Jones. Sydney City Police. We’d like to talk to you.”

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