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Please welcome author Patricia Rosemoor as part of her DUET IN CRIMSON blog tour. DUET IN CRIMSON is available now from Entangled Publishing’s Ignite line of romantic suspense.

Patricia Rosemoor: Marshall Field’s Christmas Memories

As a child, I lived in the far reaches of the city, then in the suburbs of Chicago. I didn’t know much about the downtown area, nearly twenty miles away by electric train, except that I always looked forward to my infrequent trips there. My mom treated me every holiday, taking me downtown to see the Christmas windows of the department stores. My favorites were always the windows of the iconic Marshall Field’s (now Macys) on State Street.

That’s why I used Marshall Fields as the model for Westbrook, the main setting for the two related holiday romantic suspense novels, HOLIDAY IN CRIMSON and NIGHTMARE IN CRIMSON. In thinking about a holiday romantic mystery, I knew I wanted to use a department store like the one I loved as a child. I wanted to involve the Christmas windows. And I wanted the murder victim to be Santa Claus. No, wait! Not the real Santa. The department store one. Rather the one dressed as Santa for the annual Christmas party. Okay, so I have a bizarre sense of humor. I killed him twice!

Duet in Crimson

In Holiday in Crimson…

Westbrook Department Store’s Christmas party wasn’t that wild–but Santa ended up dead and now window designer Shelby Corbin suddenly finds herself the prime suspect in his murder.  While CEO Rand McNabb’s romantic attentions both thrill her and frighten her, is Westbrook’s impossibly sexy co-owner really helping Shelby search for the truth about that fatal night?  Shelby wonders if Rand has a deadlier motive for courting the only possible witness to the crime…

In Nightmare in Crimson…

Last holiday, Pippa McNabb’s faithless husband was found murdered in a Santa suit after a Christmas party. Another year, another Christmas party, and another dead Santa – this time, run down by eight tiny reindeer and a sleigh. And now Pippa is the prime suspect. Sexy sleigh driver Sky Thornton seems intent on helping her, but is the man who knows too much about her really trying to clear her name, or is he trying to frame her for a murder he committed?

For a look at my inspiration, go here:

Marshall Field’s Christmas Memories

I enjoyed creating these intricately plotted (and connected) romantic mysteries. A fun task, and fun stories, which I hope readers will make readers smile.

About Patricia Rosemoor

With 95 novels and 7 million books in print, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor is fascinated with “dangerous love” – combining romance with danger. She has won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and two Reviewers Choice and two Career Achievement Awards from RT BOOKreviews, and in her other life, she teaches Popular Fiction and Suspense-Thriller Writing, credit courses at Columbia College Chicago.

You’ll find Patricia at http://PatriciaRosemoor.com   or at https://www.facebook.com/PatriciaRosemoorAuthor

@Prosemoor is her Twitter handle


He murmured something low and urgent against her mouth, then trailed quick, moist kisses along her jawline to the tip of her chin. Shuddering, she arched her neck for him while splaying her hands through his hair. His lips nuzzled her long throat, his tongue lathed the smooth skin, his teeth bit the soft flesh under her jaw. And then his mouth slipped lower, brushing the valley between her breasts. With a quick intake of breath, Shelby let her eyes slit open.

Through her lashes, blobs of color danced through darkness. Red. Green. Blue. Familiar shimmers.. .gleams of fuzzy brightness. Widening her eyes, she focused on the elongated silver star topping the Christmas tree. The reflected twinkling lights on its gleaming surface reminded her of similar images she’d seen on the door to the inner office the morning after the party…and consequently, they reminded her of why she was in the executive suite now.

So how had she ended up in Rand McNabb’s arms?

Her escalating pulse had nothing to do with the desire that was still fighting to claim her. Horrid images tried to slip past her guard, but she closed her mind to them.

Rand’s head rose, changing her view to softened masculine features and mussed auburn hair. She took a deep breath. His lips loomed closer for another kiss. Panic replaced the more beguiling sensations still zipping through her body. She arched her neck farther in a successful attempt to block him. Determinedly, she placed flat palms against his chest and pushed.

He let go of her immediately, withdrew and stared. His expression changed from passion to surprise to confusion to blankness. Nothing. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She didn’t want to know. Somehow, she’d been lulled into pretending she was in a situation that was, in reality, a fantasy. Rand had forced this evening on her because of Pippa. Because he suspected her…at least of knowing something she wasn’t sharing.

Trying to deny the guilt she felt at deceiving Rand—not that she’d actually lied to him, Shelby told herself—she was relieved to be free of his embrace.


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