By Donna Birdsell
NAUGHTY OR NICE?
Meet 3 refined ladies who usually are not above a bit mischief less than the mistletoe to alleviate vacation stress.
CHRISTMAS PRESENCE ~ Donna Birdsell
Young widow Astrid Martin desires to boycott Christmas-but her husband's ghost will not permit her! prior to lengthy she has a tree, even a gift-wrapping task on the mall, the place she meets the fellow who holds the most important to her Christmas future.
SECRET SANTA ~ Lisa Childs
while Maggie O'Brien gets presents from a mystery Santa, she suspects one of many 3 males in her lifestyles has ultimately wised as much as how designated she is. who is the secret man--her ex, her boss, or that handsome vehicle mechanic? Come Christmas morning, will real love be ready lower than Maggie's tree?
YOU'RE ALL i need FOR CHRISTMAS ~ Susan Crosby
Divorcee Lauren Wright opts for a Bahamas Christmas getaway--only to be stranded on the airport via climate. yet a truly personable fellow visitor makes the time fly--and temperatures upward thrust. Bahamas or no Bahamas, issues are approximately to get steamy...
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Astrid motioned for the next person in line. Great. A rake. How in the hell was she going to wrap a rake? As she worked, she found herself surreptitiously searching the line for Blake’s now-familiar face. She couldn’t say why, exactly. Maybe because his gifts were practically the only normal ones she’d wrapped since she’d started this job. Around two o’clock, just before her shift ended, he appeared. She caught him peering at her from behind a large man in a dark green parka. When he reached her, she couldn’t help but smile.
The only thing that looked like it hadn’t been there since the Clinton administration was a lone bean burrito. Looked like she was going to have to go shopping if she wanted to eat. As she slipped back into her shoes and coat, Capone pounced in front of her, pushing something shiny across the floor with his paw. ” Capone lay on it. “Come on. ” She rolled him over, picked the thing up off the floor and examined it. “Oh, wow. ” It was a little silver ring, a love knot, which David had bought for her on their first date.
She pointed to the banner across the top of the booth. ” He smiled. ” Or not. Because she was never, ever going to work in this booth again. m. ” Edith waved to Astrid, who shoved her plastic bag full of clothes under her chair. Again. “You look like you could use a cup of coffee,” Carla said. ” It had been a terrible night. Astrid had lain in bed—which still felt lonely after two thousand and fifty-eight hours of sleeping without David—“Deck the Halls” playing over and over in her mind. At least she’d thought it was in her mind, until it occurred to her it could be coming from elsewhere.
Christmas Presence: Three Tales of Love by Donna Birdsell