
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

Not your typical Romance.
Cue Snow Storms, Sass, & Snowdrift Serendipity.
A Snow Ditch Love Story to Melt Your Heart.
It's a late-in-life love story that goes full four-wheel over the long haul—
Buckle up, at nearly a thousand pages this takes the winding roads home.
Cozy, chaotic, and absurdly real—a new genre mashup of Maine 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 one icy patch, a lost purse,
and maybe a man who won’t stop calling you Princess."

About the Characters
The Women
Sophia

The Men

About the Places
About the Process

Favorite Quotes

A Look Inside
The Author
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, and its follw-up, After The Ditch, began in a snowbank and hasn't let up. Pulled straight from one very real ditch, what started as a holiday mishap turned into hundreds of pages of raw, romantic chaos along with some cozy cabin-core and idyllic New England scenery across four seasons.
When not wrangling words, wandering ponies, or a weedy farmhouse, I might be adding to my list of snarky candles, lost on a snowshoe, behind on some project, talking myself (and others) off an emotional cliff, or just kicked back watching the clouds roll by.
I think every woman deserves several chapters, several pairs of boots, write-your-own rules 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.




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