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Check out the cover reveal for Free to Rejoice – coming soon from Tracey Jerald!!

Release Date: December 13, 2018

Cover Design: Amy Queau – QDesign


Dr. Jason Ross has an unprecedented week off during the holiday season to spend with his husband and family. Anticipating his greatest challenge will be keeping his husband’s gift buying under control, he’s excited for the week ahead.

But life doesn’t take a vacation even when doctors want to.

Reality destroys Jason’s yuletide cheer leaving him as twisted as some of his family’s holiday traditions. Will it take a miracle for Jason to find joy in the holidays?

Or does Jason just need love?



Years haven’t dimmed the love I have for this man. In fact, every day that passes, I wake
up even more blessed when I see the perfect ripples of his muscled back lying next to me in bed.
And regardless of what ungodly hour I have to wake up to leave to drive to the hospital for my
shift, my husband is at the door, sleepily handing me a to-go coffee and a kiss to carry me
through the long, and often heartbreaking, hours until I can see him again.
Medicine was my first love, and despite years of sacrifice, exhausting hours, and hospital
bureaucratic bullshit, it astounds me every day when I’m blessed with a miracle.
Phil is my blessing. Despite the fact God showed his humor when he crafted the only
man I’ll ever love, who has the face of an angel but would try the Devil himself. He created a
man with a sense of honor so profound for those he loves—Phil sacrificed his life to save the
future of his adopted sisters, but none so much as he did for his oldest sister, Cassidy, who we
recently found out is Keene’s biological sister.
There’s been tension between the two as they’ve learned to adapt to the changes in their
shared sister’s life—including her falling in love, finding her biological brother, her recent
marriage, pregnancy, and recent birth to two beautiful twins.
Phil supported Cassidy as she blossomed into her womanly strength after years of pain in
her early life stripped it from her. Keene is still struggling with the years he missed since his
Cassidy was taken from him when she was four—years he can never recover. And if he were
being truly honest with himself, Keene is not comfortable with what Phil sacrificed to save his
Lord knows I wasn’t when I first found out, but I soon realized if it wasn’t for the gift Phil
gave Cassidy, the chain reaction of events that happened never would have occurred: Phil and
Cassidy would never have found an unspeaking Emily in a park after her parents were killed.
They wouldn’t have connected later with Alison, Corinna, and Holly where they were living in a
battered women and children’s shelter after being rescued from a human trafficker.
He never would have moved to Connecticut with his “family,” fallen into a lake, and ever met me.
I love this man from the bottom of my soul, but some days, even for me, it’s hard to
reconcile the Phil who sacrificed so much with the Phil who relentlessly needles Keene about
sex. Which brings me back Phil’s Christmas gift for Keene. If I volunteer to go pick up Phil’s
gifts, maybe I can intercede if Santa’s most devious elf went too far off his rocker. Traipsing
around the mall sounds like punishment to someone like me who’s been done shopping since
before Thanksgiving, but I’ll do it. Not exactly how I planned my first day off, but why the hell
not? If I stick around the house, I’m sure Phil’s going to come up with a “honey-do” list full of
crap we absolutely don’t need done before Christmas morning.
“I’m off until after the holidays, babe.” A holiday miracle unto itself. Seven full days
starting today where I’m not expected at the hospital. Forget gifts—this is all I need. Taking a sip
of coffee from one of the white mugs, I sink into our leather couch. “I can go shopping this
Phil scoots closer from his side of the sofa. “Well, since you volunteered…”
“Anything for you.” And to save the miracle of all of us celebrating Christmas. “Just tell
me what you need.”
A wicked smile crosses Phil’s face. My stomach lands somewhere around my bare feet,
which are being rubbed. “I’ll text you what I need. But later.”
Placing his coffee mug on the floor, my husband prowls over my body and engages me in
a long kiss that eliminates all thought from my brain except one.
By the time Phil tugs my sweater over my head, I’m no longer worried about Christmas.
The only thing I give a damn about is feeling the heat of my husband’s body sliding over my
skin, the way his lips crush mine. I quiver when I feel the strength of his lean muscles in my
hands. Seeing the surprise in his bright blue eyes when I roll him over to trail my lips down the
muscles bisecting his chest is better than any gift that will be opened on Christmas morning.

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About the Author

Tracey Jerald knew she was meant to be a writer when she would re-write the ending of books in her head on her bike when she was a young girl growing up in southern Connecticut. It wasn’t long before she was typing alternate endings and extended epilogues “just for fun”.

After college in Florida, where she obtained a degree in Criminal Justice swearing she saw things she’ll never quite believe and never quite forget, Tracey traded the world of law and order for IT.

Her work for a world-wide internet startup transferred her to Northern Virginia where she met her husband in what many call their own happily ever after. They have one son.

When she’s not busy with her family or writing, Tracey can be found in her home in north Florida drinking coffee, reading, training for a runDisney event, or feeding her addiction to HGTV.

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