Ditchmas Novel-Holidays

Once upon a time...

DITCHMAS

Slide into the backroads of one woman’s heart, where snowstorms

and steel‑toed longing collide.

Debut Novel by

DEBORAH LYNN HAYES

Maine Flannel Fairytale

Part 1 The Prologue

Part 2 The Journey

IN TWO PARTS

Each book spans over 450 pages with spacious format, plaid,

crests & sketches providing a reader-friendly full experience.

Once upon a time...

There was a snowbank. A truck. A man she never should’ve met—then couldn’t forget.
Just five days before Christmas, Charlie’s world veers wildly off course—

in all the best (and worst) ways.

Some fairytales start in a ditch & some princes wear steel-toe boots

The Full Saga

The whole story.

Includes Both Parts 1 & 2

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'Tis the Season for Not your typical Romance.

Cue Snow Storms, Sass, & Snowdrift Serendipity.

A Snow Ditch Love Story to Melt Your Holiday Heart.

It's a late-in-life love story that goes full four-wheel over the long haul—

Buckle up, at over 800 pages this takes the winding backroads home.

Cozy, chaotic, and absurdly real—a new genre mashup of fiction, romance, memoir meets mayhem with wit, grit, and one backroad mishap-maybe-miracle,

Ditchmas is what happens when a flannel-wrapped fairytale

slams into a helluva redneck romance.

Meet our heroine: Charlotte 'Charlie' Harris.

"My Life in a nutshell: Memo. Text. Spiral. Repeat—In whatever order.
When all you really need is an ice patch from hell, a lost purse,

and maybe a guy who won’t stop calling you Princess."

How would you explain this book, they ask?

Good question.

Imagine ponies on the loose, holiday lights tangled in their manes,

raiding the bird feeder (the neighbor's, that is).

Basically, that's the emotional arc.

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I'm Deborah Lynn Hayes

But everyone calls me Debbie—or just Deb. And turns out, I write pretty much how I live: full-volume, full-hearted, and with snow or sh*t on my boots. Twenty years ago, I left Texas with part of my heart still tangled in tumbleweeds. The rest moved to Maine landing on a lakeside farm, where the view is lovely and quiet, the truck mufflers are anything but that, and the stories are just getting louder.

My debut novel, Ditchmas, began in a snowbank and hasn't let up. Pulled straight from real journals, real texts, and one very real ditch. What started as a holiday mishap turned into hundreds of pages of raw, romantic chaos along with some Maine cabin-core and its beautiful scenery across four seasons.

When I'm not wrangling words, wandering ponies, or a weedy farmhouse, I'm usually in plaid, roasting loud trucks and jake brakes from my porch, restocking the shop with found goodies or talking myself (and others) off cliffs or through the mayhem of meandering our own paths.

I think every woman deserves several chapters, several pairs of boots, write-your-own rules romance, and a life of long-shot luck with stubborn serendipity served up spicy and hot. If there's a salt-rimmed marg nearby? So much the bettah.