Capturing Christmas Music

Most of you probably known I like to listen to music as I write.

While I was working on Capturing Christmas, I primarily listened to this song:


Lose My Mind by Brett Eldredge

It so perfectly fit the story.

In fact, here’s a little teaser…

Kash had no idea how it became separated from the rest of the paperwork, but with the distraction of Celia, he was surprised he’d managed to keep things together as well as he had.

Since he’d dropped her off at her apartment after the wedding, she monopolized his thoughts.

And it was driving him crazy.

He did not intend to get involved with a woman. Not ever. Her lush curves, pink lips, and glowing green eyes were of no interest to him, or so he tried to convince himself.


A few songs were mentioned in the story.

This one is an nineties flash-back, but so, so perfect for the scene…


How A Cowgirl Says Goodbye by Tracy Lawrence

And here’s a teaser to go with it:

“You don’t know a thing about me, not a thing. Furthermore, you never will. Now, leave me alone before I sic the law on you for harassing me.” Celia spun around and marched across the arena with her shoulders back and head held high.

Tracy Lawrence’s How A Cowgirl Says Goodbye played over the speakers. Angry daggers shot from her mossy green eyes to the announcer’s booth. The man in charge of the audio equipment tipped his hat to her with a cocky grin.

Offended by the amusement her supposed friends found in her suffering, she wanted to scream. It seemed as if they’d all turned on her during one despicable evening.


This song inspired a fun conversation between Kash and Celia…


Luck Be a Lady by Frank Sinatra

Celia listened to the song and turned to Kash. “Is luck supposed to be ladylike? Soft and gentle and beautiful, or is luck in the form of a lady? I never have figured that out.”

Puzzled, he grinned down at her. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“The song. Listen.”

She and Kash listened until the song ended. “Is luck a lady or should luck behave like a lady?” she asked

“I guess it depends.” Kash placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her through the throngs of people.

“On what?” Celia thrilled at the feel of his hand against her back, his solid presence at her side.

“The lady.” Kash grinned. “I think the song is saying luck should behave like a lady, but to me it seems like having a lady for luck is a much better idea.” He bent down until his lips brushed her ear. “Especially if the lady looks even half as titillating as you.”


And I couldn’t leave out Christmas music!


O Come, O Come Emmanuel by Trace Adkins

Celia has a thing for Trace Adkins…

Kash shut the door and ran around the pickup, climbing behind the wheel. “Are you gonna laugh at me now?”

“No, I’m not going to laugh at you. If I did that, you’d laugh at me when I got around to admitting I get all fangirl over Trace Adkins.”

“Trace Adkins? You’re yanking my chain, Celia.”

She gave him a solemn glare. “I’m dead-on serious. I know he’s old enough to be my father, but there is something about his deep voice that I just love hearing. For my twenty-first birthday, Cort surprised me by taking me to a concert. I don’t know how he managed it, but he got us backstage passes and front row seats. It was so much fun.”

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