Spotlight & Giveaway: The Christmas Contest by Scarlet Wilson

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Scarlet Wilson to HJ!

Hi Scarlet and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, The Christmas Contest!

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

The Christmas Contest is about two Christmas-mad individuals who enter a contest on the radio to try and win money for a charity of their choice. Both have charities that they’re passionate about, and both are astounded to find out they both come from the same small town. Christmas sparks fly!
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Well Hi folks and welcome to KNWZ, and guess what? It’s getting to be that time again. You know – Christmas time!

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

The book was always called The Christmas Contest from the second it formed in my head. I had the most fun finding useless Christmas facts that could be used in the Christmas radio quiz – things that only a Christmas nut would know! I also had great fun on the internet searching for pictures of Christmas cakes, Christmas snowmen, and Christmas decorations – all things included in the challenges the competitors are sent.

Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Ben Winters is a guy who’s had to reassess life. He’d started out playing baseball, almost made it professionally until an injury stopped him in his tracks. He has his own wood workshop now and works as a volunteer coach at the school. He works had to encourage all the kids to find a sport that they love, and to give them some time out from their sometime tough lives.
Lara Cottridge is back staying in Briarhill Falls after a few years away. Her grandmother is in an assisted living facility, and even though it’s the best place for her, Lara’s racked with guilt that she couldn’t take care of her grandmother herself. She spends a lot of time with the residents in the facility and would do anything to help them too. She’s also a star baker!

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

She was so busy thinking about too many things to concentrate on the slippery mixture of ice and snow beneath her feet. As soon as she came into sight of the restaurant, she took a quick check of the road—no cars—then stepped off the sidewalk and onto the road.
It was like stepping onto an ice rink. Her foot barely made contact with the surface before it shot out from beneath her and straight up into the air. One minute, she was looking down the street—the next, she was staring at the dark sky above and the smattering of silver stars.

He was cutting it close. For some crazy reason, he’d started staring in all the shop windows, taking in their Christmas decorations. There hadn’t been time for anything like this lately. While it was just him and the quiet street, he’d decided to take his chance. He caught something out of the corner of his eye. Lara hurried around the corner. He was just about to shout hello, when one minute she was on her feet, and the next she was on the ground with an uncomfortable thud. “Lara!” He ran down the rest of the street, skidding a little as he finally reached her. She stared up at the dark sky, looking completely stunned. She blinked and didn’t say a word. Ben dropped down onto his knees and moved closer, gently touching her shoulder. “Lara, are you okay? Have you hurt anything?” After a few seconds, she gave a shudder as if the shock was finally leaving her. Her face screwed up. “Yeough,” she said as she moved her body a little, squirming on the ice-covered street. “Can you move your fingers, your toes? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Panic was gripping him. Her fall had been pretty spectacular. Her legs had shot clean into the air before she’d hurtled back to the ground. She shook her head. “No, no, I don’t need an ambulance. Just give me a sec.” Pushing herself up onto one elbow, she let out a little yelp. “Do you think you might have broken something?” He watched as she rotated her ankles, then wiggled her fingers. “No, no, nothing’s broken.” It was as if she’d just realized who he was. “The only thing I’ve hurt is my pride.” She gave a rueful smile. “I think I left it back on the street somewhere.” “Here, let me help you.” Before she had a chance to object, Ben slid his arms under her and picked her up, keeping her in his arms as he walked slowly and steadily down the street. She gave a little yelp, “What are you doing? Put me down!” He shook his head. “Watch out,” he said as he kept his eyes on the restaurant door just ahead. “I’m concentrating completely on not slipping on this street. Believe me, you don’t want me to land on top of you.” She stopped squiggling, fearful of landing on the rock-hard ice again. Her butt was sore enough already. When they reached the restaurant door, Ben gently lowered her to the ground and pushed the door open.

What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

Fun and a pure love of Christmas.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I’m finishing a Harlequin book that’s a medical but based on The Holiday and is part of duet with another author. I’m also just about to start writing a Young Adult novel set in space.
 

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Excerpt from The Christmas Contest:

The contest was all anyone in the office had talked about for the last three days. Doctors, nurses, and patients regularly stopped her in the corridors to wish her well or give her their latest bit of Christmas trivia in case it would help her out at the next stage.
Trouble was that the radio station hadn’t exactly been specific about what the next stage would be.
All she knew was she was to turn up at the mayor’s office in the town center tonight. She tugged at her navy-blue shirt decorated with a few sequins. She’d bought it years ago because she thought the pattern looked like Christmas baubles and she loved wearing it. The radio host had told her to wear something festive—if she had it. Lara had almost laughed out loud. No one could do festive clothes like she could.
Or at least she’d thought. Until she stepped into the office and saw Ben standing smiling, with a Christmas sweater complete with crackling fire on the front.
She couldn’t help herself and walked straight over. How on earth could it do that? Her finger automatically poked at his chest, hitting something hard. “Your phone?”
He nodded and pulled it out from a hidden pocket in the sweater. “Isn’t it cool?”
“Hmmm,” was all she could bring herself to reply.
Marty, the radio host, was standing with a microphone. He gave a wave of his hands. “Equipment is all ready, so we’ll start broadcasting live in a few minutes. Don’t be nervous,” he said with the ease of a guy who’d spent years talking on air. He pointed to the corner. “And we’ll do a bit of live streaming, too, for the people who might be watching online.”
“What?” Lara gulped. Now she understood why they’d told her to wear something festive. She should have thought of this. She looked sideways at Ben. He still had that big grin on his face, confidence seemed to abound from him. He wasn’t the slightest bit unnerved by the thought of being streamed online.
She did a silent count in her head while she rubbed her damp palms on her jeans.
Marty gave her a nod. In a way only an older man could without causing offense. “Love your shirt. You look cute.”
“Too bad I didn’t bring my own flaming fire, though.” She sighed. Ben’s sweater was much more festive than her sparkly t-shirt. His would look great for the online viewers. She really, really wanted to win this, but her head told her that if she was online, already she’d want to vote for the cute guy.
Marty pulled a face and waved his hand. “Don’t you bother about that. You’re beautiful just as you are.”
She pressed her lips together as she prayed nerves wouldn’t get the better of her. Already she felt a little swamped. After her parents had died a few years ago, she knew she was the only person left to look after her grandma. She already felt guilty for not looking after Grandma herself. She’d put her career plans on hold and took the first job that she could find in Briarhill Falls so she could be close at hand. It was a lucky break that the job at the hospital was so great. Lara’s supervisor had already suggested putting her in the management trainee program. But Lara still felt as if she wasn’t doing enough for her grandma. Hours at the hospital were long, and she couldn’t always visit every evening. Maybe winning this money could lessen the guilt she felt a little.
Marty paused for a second and glanced between her and Ben. “You know what? You two would make a nice couple.” He nudged her. “Just think, maybe KNWZ will get their own matchmaking wedding!”
She took a step back and shook her head straight away. “A wedding? Are you crazy? I barely know him.” She stared at where Ben was talking to one of the other crew members, she rolled her eyes. “And I don’t even like him.” It was her attempt at a joke. Who wouldn’t like the gorgeous, charming guy? She often spoke quickly when she was nervous, and Marty immediately jumped on the statement.
“What?” Marty’s eyes widened. She could practically see the excitement on his face. “Well, if you don’t want to give me a wedding, maybe you could give me a war?” He gave a thoughtful nod of his head, “That might make even bigger headlines.”
Panic flooded through her. How had she managed to get herself in the middle of this crazy conversation?
“What? No. Scratch that.”
But the expression on Marty’s face told her everything she needed to know. She could almost see the plans formulating in his brain. She looked frantically to Ben, who had no idea what had just happened. She kind of wished she were wearing his shoes—he seemed so cool, calm, and composed—even though he must feel the same pressure she did. She’d have to warn him that Marty had some crazy ideas—without, of course, letting him know they’d inadvertently come from her.
Marty gave a wave of his hands. “Get ready, folks. We’re good to go in, five, four, three, two, one…”
It was like someone flicked a switch somewhere and Marty moved into professional mode. The words just seemed to flow easily from him. And this wasn’t a scripted radio or TV show. There wasn’t a teleprompter with words on a screen that he could just read. No, this guy did everything from scratch.
He was actually really gifted. He seemed to understand that most listeners would be on the radio, so he described both Ben and Lara and what they were wearing. He also described their surroundings and gave a little bit of background about Briarhill Falls. Lara couldn’t help but smile when she saw the mayor in the corner rubbing his hands, thinking about additional tourist opportunities.
But Marty also had a great twinkle in his eye as he joked with the staff member live streaming what was going on. He introduced a few people around the room before he finally settled on Ben and Lara.
And that was when it all started to go embarrassingly wrong.
“Well, folks, we have our two finalists here, and take it from me, we couldn’t have dreamed up a more handsome couple. Do we think there could be a hint of romance in the air?” Marty’s voice dripped with innuendo while Lara—thankful to have a tiny bit of warning as to where his thought processes were going—managed to keep her face as neutral as possible. Ben, on the other hand, looked as if someone had just hit him over the head with one of his tools. This was totally unexpected for him.
She saw him swallow and paste a smile on his face, trying to recover from the initial side wind. But it was too late. Her gut gave a little twist. A romance with Lara had obviously never crossed his mind—not even as a wide possibility. That much was clear. And she couldn’t help but feel a little stung.
It didn’t help that she knew how completely and utterly ridiculous that was. Trouble was, even though she was now trying to deny it, a few errant thoughts about Ben had flitted through her brain. Now that just felt immensely embarrassing. It wasn’t like anyone could see into her brain, but it didn’t matter. She knew, and that was enough.
Marty shoved his microphone into Ben’s face. “So, what do you say, Ben?”
Ben paused, obviously trying to find suitable words. “Well…” he said slowly. “I think Lara…” His gaze met hers “is a very beautiful young lady.” he finally answered.
The fact he’d taken so long to find them made those nice words sound like an insult.
Marty snaked across the room to Lara, putting the microphone opposite her lips. “And you, Lara? What do you think about this great guy?”
Lara kept her face perfectly blank “I hear he makes nice furniture.” she said in her best non-committal manner.
A crease appeared in Ben’s forehead. Then, he raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t in surprise. It seemed more like a challenge.
For the first time, Marty seemed a little thrown. “Well, there we go, folks, Ben makes nice furniture. For those of you who need to know.” He gave Lara a look that made her cringe. It was clear he’d wanted her to play along…and she’d just ruined his game.
But Marty was too experienced to be put off for long. “So, maybe there won’t be romance, folks. Maybe Briarhill Falls is a lot more serious than that. Maybe this challenge will bring out our finalists’ competitive streaks. Wouldn’t that be interesting? I mean, what would you do to win?”
The live stream camera was facing her, so Lara tried not to pull a face. Marty made it sound like they might commit a crime. She might think about it, but she wouldn’t actually do it.
Marty positioned himself between her and Ben. “So guys, you must want to know what the challenges will be? We want you to know that the producers at KNWZ contemplated lots of things for these challenges.” There he went again, emphasizing words and implicating things that made her wonder what on earth she’d done.
Please don’t let it be rappelling down a cliff or doing a black diamond ski run, she thought. Up until this point, she honestly hadn’t been too worried about the next challenges. Yes, she’d been curious, but she hadn’t really expected anything too difficult.
Marty clapped his hands together. “So, each challenge is very different. There will be five challenges over the next ten days. They will test different skills and talents—maybe some our finalists didn’t even know they had. And the most important part, people—the KNWZ audience will get to vote for the winner.”
Oh no. A popularity vote. If viewers went online and got even a glimpse of Ben, he would definitely get the lady vote—both young and old. He had that good-guy-but-sexy look about him, the working man with a glint in his eye that women of any age seemed to adore.
Plus, he worked with kids. She might as well give up now.
But something still burned deep inside. That fly away comment. As if her cause—her grandmother and her colleagues—weren’t quite as worthy as his high school kids. That still rankled. And she hadn’t forgotten it. He obviously hadn’t met someone like her. A guy who looked like Ben—particularly one who’d been a pro-baseball star—was probably used to women swooning at his feet and doing whatever he pleased.
Well, Lara Cottridge wasn’t that girl.
She gave Marty her best smile. “Well, I’m ready for the challenges. I think they’ll be my favorite part.”
Marty smile widened. “Well that sounds like fighting talk to me.”
She kept her smile as she nodded, determined not to look over at Ben. “They just might be.”
Marty whipped around to Ben so fast Lara had to stop herself from bursting out laughing. “So, Ben,” he pressed his microphone back up to Ben’s mouth, “Do you think you have a skillset that will match Lara’s?”
She could almost see Ben cringe. Why did everything that came out of Marty’s mouth seem like some kind of double entendre?
Ben gave her a calculated glance. He had his arms folded across his chest, emphasizing the defined muscles under that crazy sweater. She sent up a silent prayer that most of the people of Vermont were listening right now, instead of watching. When he spoke, his voice seemed a little lower than before. Sexier. “I think…” he glanced at her and licked his lips. “I think each of us will have our own special skillsets. I guess it’ll be up to the listeners to decide who does what things best.”
Darn him. She hated the way he was looking at her right now. As if he actually meant to tease and torment her. A guy should be locked up for looking at a girl like that.
Marty looked delighted “You’re absolutely right about that Ben.” He pulled a red envelope from his back pocket. “And here we have it, folks. The first challenge. It will be announced…” He paused for a second. “Right after this song and these advertisements.”
There was a signal from one of the other team members, and Lara could only imagine someone had flicked the switch to start the tune.
“We need to wait?” she asked.
Marty shrugged. “It’s radio. We have to play songs, you know, and keep the advertisers happy. Where do you think the prize money is coming from?”
Of course. She knew that. But patience wasn’t exactly her biggest virtue.
Ben seemed entirely too laid back for his own good. He chatted to everyone around him while she paced, waiting for the song to finish and the task inside the envelope to finally be revealed.
She’d thought she was fine about all this. Happy, relaxed, and definitely not nervous. But all of a sudden, she felt the urge to be sick on her shoes.
Before she had time to find the nearest bathroom, Marty was talking again.
“So, if you’re listening, you’ll hear me tear open the envelope. If you’re watching the live stream, you can watch it now.” He made a big show of waving the envelope around. Like on every show in the world there was the longest drumroll. It seemed to last forever. Lara resisted the temptation to snatch the envelope from his hands and open it herself.
Finally, with a rip, he tore the edge of the envelope off, then pulled out a gold card. “Here we have it, folks. Oh, interesting.” He looked at Ben, and then at Lara, nodding slowly.
“Anytime this year,” she heard Ben say under his breath. Thank goodness he was obviously a bit nervous, too, and just as anxious as she was to find out what the challenge might be.
“So folks, the first challenge takes place right here in Briarhill Falls at this time tomorrow night. The first thing we’ll ask our contestants to do is…decorate a Christmas cake!”
Just at that one of the staff wheeled out a trolley and whipped off the large cloth that was resting over the top of it, revealing two round plain white iced cakes.
“We have here two identical Christmas cakes, and nothing else. Our challenge for our competitors is to find the appropriate accessories and accouterments to decorate their cake live on air tomorrow night. They’ll do it right here, for thirty minutes with no assistance from anyone else. They can bring in whatever they like, but they have to do it all alone. When they’re finished, we’ll put pictures on our website, and you’ll all have twenty-four hours to vote for your favorite.”
Lara didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She could bake fabulous cookies, loafs, and traybakes. But cakes weren’t really her specialty. She wasn’t the most artistic person in the world, but she had seen some spectacular Christmas cakes. Ideas already buzzed through her head. Anyone could buy cake toppers like tiny Christmas trees or sleighs, but it was the people who thought outside the box that decorated the kind of cakes that made people suck in a breath when they saw them.
She looked over at Ben. He seemed kind of stunned and looked down at his hands. His giant hands. She grinned. This task might be too delicate for him. Even though she’d never done it before, her smaller hands might give her the edge.
She beamed and clapped her hands together. “Sounds fantastic. Can’t wait.”

Ben groaned when he woke up. His dream had consisted of ten thousand individual one dollar bills flapping like butterfly wings as they floated out the window.
He’d spent most of the wee hours of the morning online. Then he’d watched some cable show where a professional cake maker generally put the rest of the world to shame with his spectacular creations.
Lara’s enthusiasm had been hard to ignore. She might even have looked a tiny bit smug. She expected him to do poorly at this challenge. He was expecting him to do poorly at this challenge.
He glanced out at the white world outside. He had to pick up supplies. But the thing was, he wasn’t entirely sure what he needed to pick up. He still hadn’t decided on a design, and although there were shops in Briarhill Falls, it wasn’t like living in a city where you could more or less find anything that you wanted. Online shopping wasn’t any use either. Nothing had same day delivery, which was what he needed right now.
He rolled out of bed and started the coffee. He couldn’t spend all day on this. He had work to do. Those chairs wouldn’t put themselves together. He washed and dressed and flicked on his computer. Pouring himself some coffee and sitting down at his own table with a pad and pen in front of him.
His hand automatically ran over the grain of the wood on the table. It had been one of the first pieces he’d made, and yes, there were imperfections. But that was the joy of working with wood. Maple, walnut, cherry, and oak, all grown in Vermont. He was big on sustainability, always convinced customers that home grown was best. He glanced up at the computer and blinked at the number of emails in the woodshop inbox. Sixty-six? Normal was around twenty a day. He started to scroll through them, wondering if he needed to change his junk mail filters.
But no. Or maybe…yes.
Some of these were genuine requests about furniture or other hand-carved items. Some were… He squinted at the screen. What exactly did you call these? Fan mail? They were mainly from women. Chatty, but quite personal emails. One in particular made his cheeks flush as he read it. Others were random, a little kid who’d sent him a photo of something he’d carved in school, saying he wanted to work with wood, too. Ben flagged it—he’d answer it later. Another was from a guy he’d played baseball with on the pro circuit. They’d lost touch a few years ago and Lucas had heard Ben on the radio and wanted to know how he was doing.
That was nice. Things might not have worked out for him in the major league, but he had good memories. He leaned back in his chair, trying to ignore just how tired he actually was. There were a couple of stores he needed to visit. He’d looked up cake decorating equipment on the Internet, and naturally didn’t have a single thing he might need. He’d also need to buy a huge amount of powdered sugar and food coloring so he could practice mixing and piping. It might be best if he tried not to look like a complete fool tonight.
He’d printed some pictures he’d found online last night and he spread them out across the table. He still hadn’t really decided what his design would be. Part of it might depend on what was in the stores in town. The videos he’d watched last night had slightly terrified him. It was people with art in their blood and skilled hands. They’d made it all look so easy.
Ben sighed and stood up. Cake decorating was never going to be his thing. But maybe some of the other challenges would be. He didn’t want to give up without a fight.
Ben grabbed his jacket and boots. No time like the present.

Lara hadn’t been able to concentrate at all at work today. All anyone could talk about was what she planned to create tonight. It seemed that every single individual she met in the hospital all had a whole stream of ideas, and all were apparently experts. That tiny bit of confidence she’d had last night was slowly but surely ebbing away.
She’d cheated a bit by buying three plain cakes so she could practice decorating before she had to attend the main event. As she pushed open the door to Mrs. Oakens’ store, the heat hit Lara square in the face. The place was stifling. Mrs. Oakens sat happily behind the counter, wearing two winter cardigans. Lara unbuttoned her wool coat and slid it off, depositing it in the corner of the store. She only had forty minutes for lunch, so she needed to move quickly. She grabbed a basket and waved to Mrs. Oakens. “Hi, just grabbing some things.”
She glanced at the thick blue parka already on the chair, wondering who it belonged to. It was an odd little store—part groceries, part craft supplies, part haberdashery. She wandered down the first of the cramped aisles just as – in slow motion – a head rose up from the aisle behind.
“Well,” came a deep voice. “What a surprise to see you here.”
Lara started. Darn it. She tried not to seem surprised as she kept her eyes firmly on the items on the shelves. “I could say the same to you.” She lifted her head. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in here before.”
Ben did his best to look indignant. “I’m in here all the time.”
Lara smiled, as she looked at Mrs. Oakens. Everyone knew that the old woman was partially deaf and wouldn’t be able to hear a single part of this conversation. “So, I take it you two are on first-name terms?” she asked teasingly.
He gave her an aghast look. “Of course not. My mom would be horrified if I called Mrs. Oakens by her first name. It’s hardly polite.” He leaned forward, and whispered with one eyebrow cocked, “And in case you were wondering, it’s Ellis.”
She couldn’t believe he actually knew it; she tried to hide her surprise. She, too, had always called her Mrs. Oakens. Lara bit the inside of her cheek as she realized there wasn’t a single thing on this aisle she could use. She walked around to the next one but almost stumbled when she saw how full Ben’s basket was.
“What are you doing?” she pointed and shook her head. “It looks like you just emptied the entire shelf in there.” The basket was crammed with powdered sugar, food coloring, piping bags, nozzles, and a whole host of different tiny ornaments, along with some random Christmas decorations. The more she looked, the more envious she became.
“Maybe I did.” he smiled. “But I figured I would just buy everything and decide what I need later.” He moved swiftly down toward the cash register, almost as if he didn’t want her to study his basket any further. Lara glanced at her watch and started to panic, mimicking what she’d just accused Ben of doing by throwing things randomly into her basket.
Like Ben, she still hadn’t decided on her theme. For some crazy reason, she hadn’t expected him to practice as much as she did. So finding him in here had unnerved her. She gave a nervous glance. He was standing talking easily with at the counter to Mrs. Oakens while he packed his bags. Mrs. Oakens was looking at him with adoring eyes, clearly flattered by whatever he was currently saying.
Lara grabbed a few more things and headed to the counter where Ben tucked the last items into his bags. He tucked the brown bags against his chest before giving Mrs. Oakens a nod. “Thanks for all your help. See you later.”
He inclined his head just the slightest before heading out the door. Mrs. Oakens gave Lara a broad smile as she started to ring through the items. “Such a nice young man, isn’t he?”
“I don’t really know him,” Lara answered. “We never really crossed paths before.”
“Really? What a surprise.” Mrs. Oakens patted the high-backed chair she sat on. “He custom built my chair, you know. Designed it at just the right height so I could sit comfortably behind the counter and keep my eye on all the customers.” She tapped the edge of her nose, and Lara glanced behind her at the now-empty store.
“That’s great,” she conceded as she packed up her items.
But Mrs. Oakens was still talking, “And his Christmas cake sounds like such a dream, doesn’t it? Everyone loves a ski slope in Vermont.”
Lara froze. Not quite sure what to say. She was almost certain that Ben wouldn’t want to her to know this information. But it was too late now.
She gave a broad smile as she handed over her money. “Thanks so much, Mrs. Oakens. Have a nice day.” She waved as she hurried out the door.
A ski slope? Lara could beat that.

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Book Info:

Will their competitive spirits ruin the spirit of Christmas?

When Ben Winters and Lara Cottridge hear that a Vermont radio station is hosting a Christmas contest with a $10,000 prize for a charitable project of the winner’s choice, they seize the challenge. Although strangers, they both are obsessed with all things Christmas and each has their own worthy pet project in mind.

News of the contest creates a lot of buzz, but most participants fall at the first hurdle – a timed online quirky Christmas quiz. The second, a stressful on-air quiz whittles the field down to two – Briarhill Falls residents Lara and Ben who are surprised that they have never met.

As the contest heats up with five further Christmas-themed challenges, the town and state become enthralled by the battle of wits and skill. Soon Lara and Ben realize they have far more in common than a love of Christmas. And far more at stake. Will their competition stand in the way of falling in love?

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Meet the Author:

Scarlet Wilson wrote her first story aged 8 and has never stopped. She’s worked in the health service for over 20 years, training as a nurse and a health visitor, and now currently works within public health. Writing romances is a dream come true for Scarlet and she’s published with Harlequin Mills and Boon, Tule Publishing and Entangled Publishing. Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached via her website.
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