The Ultimate Christmas Romance Ebook Bundle
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📚EXCERPT FROM REWRITING CHRISTMAS
📚EXCERPT FROM REWRITING CHRISTMAS
“You sure you don’t need my help?”
“I’m all right.” Her stubbornness was going to be the death of her.
He shrugged. “Okay. Suit yourself.”
Her heart sank when he turned to go back inside. She gritted her teeth thinking that if she had to, she’d crawl back to the steps.
He turned back around. “Just teasing.”
His dark hair was spiky on top, giving him a tousled reckless look. Sheesh! He was handsome with his prominent cheekbones and chiseled features. Add to that combination his piercing blue eyes, and he was irresistible. No, not anymore. She had to summon the strength to resist him. She and Gunner lived in two different worlds. He’d hurt her once and would do it again if she let him.
Clutching the handrail, he came down the steps and made his way towards her. He lost traction, his arms waving wildly before he regained his balance. Cautiously, he moved a few more steps in her direction. She held her breath, watching. Slowly, he made his way toward her. When he got a couple feet away he flashed a grin, and she caught that familiar reckless glint in his eyes that had first stolen her heart. He skidded the remaining distance, hitting into the car as he caught himself to keep from falling.
She laughed despite herself. “You’re going to help me? From the looks of things, I should be helping you.” How easy it was to slip back into their easy banter, to pretend that nothing had changed.
He turned around and leaned against the car, flashing a boyish grin that sent her insides into a tailspin. “In those shoes? I hardly think so.”
“My shoes are perfectly fine,” she countered as she shoved him, almost knocking him down.
“Hey,” he protested. He gave her a sidelong glance. “You look good, Kinsley.”
The compliment blind-sided her. She should’ve been appalled, but was strangely pleased. “Thanks,” she finally said. “You look good too,” she admitted. Too good. The instant the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them. Great! Now Gunner would think she still had a thing for him.
“Me?” he asked innocently. He cocked a lopsided grin as he looked down. “In this old thang. Aw, shucks, I’m not much.”
She rolled her eyes. “It was a polite compliment. Don’t let it give you a big head.”
“Nah. No chance of that happening with you around, cutting me down to size.”
She blinked a few times, unsure how to respond. Gunner folded his arms, his tone going nostalgic. “Remember when we used to come out here and play freeze-out?”
She chuckled. “Those were the days. You wouldn’t go inside even when you turned into a popsicle. Your toes were so blue that Mama was afraid you were frostbitten.” Things had been simpler then, before the pain and fighting. When she and Gunner broke up, she not only lost her boyfriend but her best friend. She rubbed her arms. “Speaking of which.”
“Yep, it’s colder than Scrooge’s heart out here.” Gunner blew out a long breath, watching it turn to a puff of smoke against the frigid air. Something else they used to do. Kinsley did the same.
“My puff was bigger than yours,” Gunner bragged. Her eyes narrowed. “Was not.” They both tried again. Gunner’s puff was bigger, but no way was Kinsley going to admit it.
Gunner looked her over. “You’re freezing.” A glint of mischief streaked through his eyes. “Would you like for me to keep you warm?”
The bubbles of attraction that rose in her took Kinsley off guard. “No!” she said more forcefully than the situation warranted.
Gunner let out a hearty laugh. “Well, in that case. I’d guess we’d better head in before we turn into popsicles.” His lips formed a determined line. “Let’s do this.”
She chuckled, surprised at how fast her animosity against him was fading. “All right. Here we go.”
He took hold of her arm as they moved forward a few paces. “Easy does it,” Gunner warned. They made it to the steps before Kinsley’s feet slipped out beneath her. She let out a cry as she went down, taking Gunner with her.
It registered in her mind that Gunner had fallen on top of her. She became aware of Gunner’s weight and his warmth as opposed to the cold, wet concrete against her back. Light from the front porch reflected against Gunner’s strong jaw as he gazed down at her. Time seemed to slow as the past collided with the present. Gunner was so close she could feel his warm breath on her face. Her heart pounded wildly as she looked at his lips, wondering if he’d kiss her. If he did, she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to resist him. A teasing glint touched his eyes. “This is a mighty interesting situation,” he drawled.
Laughter gurgled in Kinsley’s throat as she instantly caught the reference. Jimmy Stewart from It’s a Wonderful Life. Gunner used to say that all the time when they were teenagers. His weight pressed on her chest. “Maybe you should get up so I can breathe,” she squeaked.
“Nah. I kinda like this spot.”
Her breath hitched when he touched her hair. “I’ve missed you,” he uttered.
Confusion swirled inside her as she went stiff. “Gunner, we can’t do this.”
His eyes held disappointment. “That’s too bad,” he said softly. He glanced toward the far end of the porch. “We could always go over there under the mistletoe.” A smile played on his lips. “Although I might be taking my life into my own hands.”
She grunted. The last time they were under the mistletoe didn’t end so well.
The front door opened. “What in the heck is going on out here?” her mama exclaimed.
Kinsley’s face flamed despite the cold. Gunner moved off her and stood, offering his hand. Kinsley took it, getting to her feet. “It’s not what it looks like,” Kinsley said quickly, seeing her mama’s shocked expression. She wiped the ice and snow off the back of her jeans. “Gunner was helping me across the ice and we both fell.”
Her mama’s hand went to her hip. “Uh, huh.” She gave Kinsley a sharp look. “I don’t know what they’re teaching you in New York City, but here in the South, we ladies take things a little slower.”
📚EXCERPT FROM FALSE IDENTITY
📚EXCERPT FROM FALSE IDENTITY
Two days before Christmas
The cool metal in his hands was a welcome contrast to the hot thoughts swirling in his head. He turned it over and over, noticing how lightweight it was. He rolled open the chamber and checked to make sure the bullet was there and then had to bite back the bile rising in his throat. Images came unbidden to his mind—sick children lying in hospital beds, their tearful mothers never leaving their sides. He thought of his own mother. How disappointed she would be if she could see him now, God rest her soul. He would give his healthy body to one of those sick kids if he could, but unfortunately it didn’t work that way.
His mind flitted to other things—driving to work in traffic; getting a soda from the vending machine at lunch; trying to pretend it was just another day, knowing all the while that it would be his last. He tried to imagine his co-workers when they heard the news. There would be confusion and pinched expressions. “To come to think of it, he has been a little sad,” they would say after the fact.
Isn’t that what everybody says when they learn that someone they know has taken their own life? “Then again, he never was the same afterwards … so withdrawn … so angry.”
His hands began to shake, and then cool precision took over. It would all be over soon. He wondered if it would hurt too terribly. With any luck, he wouldn’t feel a thing.
He lifted the pistol to his temple. His hand started shaking again. “Oh God, please forgive me,” he mumbled.
The doorbell rang.
He swallowed hard. Cocked the pistol.
The doorbell rang again.
He cursed and closed his eyes tight, willing himself to shut out all outside distractions.
The doorbell rang a third time. This time, it was followed by a hard knock.
He let his hand fall to his side. He was sweating profusely now and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a visitor. He disengaged the pistol before placing it on his bedside table and then went to answer the door. Whoever it was had better have a good explanation!
He threw open the door, ready to jump down somebody’s throat, but no one was there. He was baffled at first, but then he looked down and saw the large box wrapped in red Christmas paper. He looked past the box and out into the night to where the sidewalk and street were empty. “Who are you?” he yelled into the darkness.
He stood looking at the box for one long minute before picking it up and taking it inside where he deposited it in the middle of the living room floor. He examined the package and was disappointed to learn that there weren’t any tags identifying the giver. There were various containers of Christmas cookies, nuts, popcorn, fruit, a large ham, a can of cranberry sauce, and a plastic container of stuffing. Underneath the food, he was surprised to see a winter coat, wool scarf, and matching hat. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble. The absurdity of the situation struck him as funny in light of the pistol resting on his bedside table. He could see the headlines now: Man shoots himself after receiving anonymous Christmas gift. If he went into the bedroom and finished what he’d begun right now, whoever had left this might feel responsible. As much as he wanted it all to be over, he couldn’t leave this dangling. He cursed and then kicked the now empty box across the room. Wait. There was something else still inside. He walked over and looked. A present the size of a shoebox was hidden underneath the tissue paper so that he’d not been able to see it before. Whereas the other items had been placed unwrapped in the box, this one was done in silver paper with an elaborate bow tied around it. He turned it over, examining it before carefully shaking it. The contents moved from side to side. He went to the couch and sat looking at the box on his lap, wondering again who it was from. He removed the bow, tore off the wrapping, and opened the box. When he saw what was inside, he was more confused than ever. It was a star, made out of various sizes of cut glass that shimmered when he held it up to the light. Judging by the cone that was attached, it was meant to go on top of a Christmas tree. One of the points of the star was broken, no doubt caused from when he’d kicked it across the room. He was about to put the star back into the box when he saw the envelope underneath. His heart picked up a notch. It had his name on it. Until this point, he’d been thinking that some do-gooder had randomly picked his house to do a charitable deed, but whoever this was knew his name. He opened the envelope and began to read:
We hope this package finds you well. We wanted to give you a few small items to let you know that you’re in our thoughts and prayers this Christmas season, but most importantly, we wanted to share the gift of the Christmas Star with you. It has special significance in our home, and we hope it’ll mean something to you.
On that most important of all nights in an event never to be forgotten.
The star was placed to point the way to the greatest gift the world was ever given.
A babe lying in a manger,
A mother kneeling by his side,
Some call it the North Star, but there are those who know its real name—the Christmas Star—given on that special night to light the way for all to see.
If you ever lose your way, look up to the Christmas Star—your friend in the night—the one that will give you sight.
You’ll never stray too far to catch sight of the star. If you look to it long enough, it will lend you strength to be that flicker in the night—guiding those around you.
So be fixed like the star and remember who you are.
No matter where you roam, it will always guide you home.
All you have to do is believe … and its peace from you will never leave.
A curious expression settled over his features, and he stared at the star and the paper as if they were alien relics from another planet. He felt something … something he’d not felt in a very long time. And it hurt! A single tear rolled down his cheek before landing on the paper. Memories from Christmases past rushed through his mind—sipping hot cocoa by a cozy fire, the fragrant smell of citrus and peppermint, the glow of friendship and warmth, the comfort of family. How dare these people—whoever they were—barge into his business with some drivel about a star! A searing rage cut through him. He crumbled up the paper and threw it across the room. Then he took the star and hurled it against the wall where it splintered into unrecognizable pieces. Having nothing else left on which to vent his anger, he fell to the floor and wept.
📚EXCERPT FROM HER CHRISTMAS WEDDING FAKE FIANCE
📚EXCERPT FROM HER CHRISTMAS WEDDING FAKE FIANCE
A creased formed between her brows. “Are you trying to make a fool out of me?”
He bit back a smile. “You’re doing a pretty good job of that yourself.”
Her eyes widened with outrage, and he swore he could see steam coming out her ears.
Colin wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore. He’d said his piece, and now he was ready to move on. Sofia obviously trusted her maids. Even though that trust was misplaced, Colin admired her for looking out for her employees. She was scrappy. He was intrigued, wanted to learn more about her. “Look, I simply came home from work and found the maids helping themselves to the food in my kitchen. I called and spoke to Judy.”
Sofia’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “You lambasted the poor woman, nearly brought her to tears.”
He held up his hands. “I was frustrated. I might’ve gotten a little harsh. That’s my bad.” It had felt good to vent his frustration over Beverly and the wedding. Yeah, he’d gone a little overboard.
She laughed. “A little harsh?” She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable!”
“I’m unbelievable?” Her assertion that he was trying to set up Sofia’s maids to get her company ousted from the condo association was so absurd it was laughable. “I don’t mean to be the naysayer here, but you really should take a closer look at your employees. If they’re lying about this, then one can only assume they’re lying about a lot more.”
“Let’s say for one minute that you’re telling the truth.” Before he could respond, she rushed on. “You come in … find them making sandwiches. Is that really such a crime?”
“If those maids were so freely helping themselves to my food then who knows what else they might be doing in my home, when they think no one’s watching.”
Her eyes burned with a hot fury. She was fascinating to watch … all fire and passion. “I see how it is,” she sneered. “The white-bread wonder boy is afraid of getting cooties from the lowly maids.”
Okay, she was crossing the line. His eyes narrowed. “This has nothing to do with cooties or prejudice. It’s about principle.”
“I don’t think that’s it at all,” she harrumphed. “I think you’re a germaphobe. Look at you all strait-laced in your high-dollar suit and shiny shoes. I’ll bet you freak when you have a hair out of place.” There was a wild look in her eyes as she reached for the butter knife on the counter. For a split second, Colin thought she might jab it in his face. Instead, she licked it. “There,” she said with a snarky smile. “Now, you truly have something to complain about instead of some fictitious grievance.”
“Is this how you handle all of your customer complaints … with accusations and outrageous gestures?” Sofia was a beautiful woman, but she was too over-the-top for him. He needed someone who was at least reasonable.
Her eyes bulged as she coughed. She made a gurgling sound.
“Let me guess,” he said dryly. “Now you’re pretending to choke.”
“Peanut allergy,” she squeaked, her purse falling to the floor.
📣 EXCERPT from Her Crazy Rich Fake Fiancé
Haven’s first thought was that her sister was a moron for dumping this guy. Breathe, she commanded herself, but her lungs didn’t seem to get the message. She felt like they were deflated balloons refusing to take in the air she gulped.
Wyatt’s gaze moved over her with appreciation as a slow smile stole over his lips. “Wow,” he uttered. “You look incredible.”
Butterflies flapped furiously in Haven’s stomach as he encircled her waist and pulled her into his strong arms ...
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EBOOKS INCLUDED IN BUNDLE
- ✅ Her Christmas Wedding Fake Fiancé
- ✅ Her Crazy Rich Fake Fiancé
- ✅ Yours by Christmas
- ✅ False Identity
- ✅ Rewriting Christmas
- ✅ Christmas in Comfort
Christmas in Comfort
Will a fresh start bring two searching hearts back together or will the hurts of the past destroy any chance for happiness?
Three years after the untimely death of her husband, Caroline and her teenage son are struggling to find their new normal. When an accident leaves her mother incapacitated, Caroline must move back home to Comfort, Alabama a few weeks before Christmas to run the family pizza restaurant.
Cooking is sooo not Caroline’s thing. To make matters worse, Hayden Morelli is back in town. Not only did Hayden break her heart, but the situation has gotten far more complicated—Hayden is her former brother-in-law and her son’s uncle.
There’s no way Caroline can open up her heart to Hayden again! Or can she? Is it possible to learn to trust again? Or to find love after loss?
If you enjoy the heartfelt tradition of Debbie Macomber and the magic of Hallmark then USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Youngblood invites you to travel home to Comfort where you’ll discover the power that comes from family connections and rekindling love.
Once you enter the town limits of Comfort, you’ll never want to leave.
Christmas in Comfort (Look inside)
Christmas in Comfort (Look inside)
📚Excerpt from Christmas in Comfort
Almost time. I bring my hands together and glance at the clock on the microwave—five fifty-one p.m. Hayden should arrive at six. I turn my attention to the table setting. The floral centerpiece looks nice. My gaze moves to the pair of milky-white candles perched in silver candlesticks. The one on my left is slightly crooked. I step forward and adjust it. There. Perfect.
You know that moment when all aspects of the universe shift into place, and you finally get everything you’ve ever wanted? That’s how I feel tonight. My high school graduation went off without a hitch. Now Hayden and I can turn our sights to the future.
To think, my plan actually worked. Way back in junior high, I joined the track team so that I could have a closer association with my biggest crush—Hayden Morelli. I only lasted a month in track before dropping out. However, it was long enough to catch Hayden’s eye. Now, years later, here we are. I love it when a plan comes together!
I smooth a hand over the bodice of my new sapphire dress that I bought for tonight’s occasion. I hope Hayden likes it. I grin picturing his reaction when he learns that we’ll be eating pizza by candlelight. I did make a salad to go with it. That was a lot for me. Cooking is sooo not my thing.
The doorbell rings, sending me into a flurry. I fluff up my hair and moisten my lips. My pulse thumps against my neck like a fat-footed rabbit. I chuckle at myself for getting so worked up. That’s how it is with Hayden—all sparks and dynamite. Straightening my shoulders, I force myself to go at a normal pace through the hall and living room. When I reach the door, I pause with my hand on the knob and suck in a quick breath.
“Hello,” I say brightly as I throw open the door. My smile drops when I see Hayden’s jeans and t-shirt. I’ve been talking about our special dinner for weeks. Surely he didn’t forget. No, of course he didn’t. He’s here. Irritation prickles down my spine. Good grief, the least he could’ve done was to throw on a collared shirt.
His gaze flicks over me. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I murmur demurely, my eyelashes brushing against my cheeks. Maybe I can forgive him for not dressing up. After all, he looks fabulous in everything that he wears. I trace the outline of his wide shoulders, appreciating the definition of his cut biceps.
An awkward silence passes. Whoa! What the heck? We don’t normally have awkward silences between us. I search his handsome face, noting the faint shadows beneath his eyes. Hayden has these piercing blue-gray eyes that have the power to see straight into the center of my soul.
Everything about him lights my cells on fire. Hayden was my first crush. My first everything. There’s a sadness about him that tightens my stomach. My throat constricts to the size of a coffee straw. “What’s wrong?”
He motions past me. “Let’s go inside.”
“Sure.” I move back to let him enter. He steps in, closing the door behind him. Hayden loves to banter and joke. He’s rarely ever serious. Whatever this is must be a doozy. “Is your mom okay?” I squeak. Hayden’s mom had breast cancer. After going through chemo and radiation, she’s cancer free. While Hayden doesn’t talk a lot about it, I can tell that he lives in constant fear of the cancer returning.
“Is your dad okay?”
My brain starts at the top and prepares to go through the list of Hayden’s siblings. “What about Luke?”
He gives me a funny look. “He’s good. Why do you ask?”
Odd reaction. Hayden almost sounded offended that I would ask about his older brother. “Are your other siblings okay?” Hayden has five siblings. Being an only child, I’ve always appreciated and have been a little envious of the hustle and bustle that comes from a big family.
“Everyone’s fine,” he clips.
I rock back. Bumbling bumblebees! What’s his deal? “You’re acting so strange. I just want to know what’s going on,” I harrumph.
His jaw tightens. “We need to talk.”
Sucking in a quick breath, I let it out slowly and make a conscious effort to remove the angst from my tone. Tonight is supposed to be dreamy. Where is this funky tension coming from?
“Okay. Dinner’s ready.” I jut my thumb toward the kitchen as I force a chuckle. “I can’t promise you how good the salad will be, but the pizza will be amazing. Compliments of Life by the Slice, of course.” My voice is high pitched. A dead giveaway that I’m trying too hard. My words come faster. “You know Mom and her cooking. I wanted a supreme, but she insisted on making your favorite—chicken ranch.”
I roll my eyes mimicking Mom, “Whatever Hayden wants, Hayden gets.”
“Mom thinks you’re the greatest thing since buttered biscuits. Let’s hope she never has to pick between me and you because if she did … well, let’s just hope it never comes to that.” I figured my attempt at humor would at least earn me a courtesy smile, but it seems to have sunk Hayden deeper into his gloom.
Putting aside my frustration over his strange behavior, I step up to him and cup his jaw in my palm. My voice goes soft and imploring as I search his face. “Hey. What’s wrong?” What is it that he’s not telling me? Normally, I can reach him, but there’s some sort of wall between us tonight that I can’t seem to scale. A dart of panic shoots through me when his eyes darken with anguish. “Tell me,” I demand, my voice going hoarse.
This isn’t us. We don’t have secrets between us. Hayden is my other half—the very air that I breathe. Whatever this is … I refuse to let it come between us.
Taking his face in my hands, I pull him close. I can feel his surprise as my lips move coaxingly against his. He allows me to take the lead, stoking the flame until it burns bright and hot, licking through my blood and infusing me with a pulsing energy.
The wall between us crumbles as he pulls me into his arms with a forcible movement. His lips are demanding as he deepens the kiss. I meet him measure for measure, holding nothing back. My spirit tumbles and soars, secure in the knowledge that Hayden is mine as surely as I’m his. When we pull back, our chests rise and fall in rapid succession, and my heart pounds like a rock band.
“I love you,” I utter.
He blinks as if coming out of a daze. Then, his eyes narrow. It’s at that moment I realize with a stab of alarm that the wall is back up—stronger than before. Confusion slams through me when he releases my waist and backs away.
“I can’t do this,” he mutters.
“This. It’s over.”
It’s not just the words, but how he speaks them with such finality that whooshes the air out of my lungs. The floor falls out from underneath me as I stumble. “W—what do you mean?” Tears spring to my eyes. “I don’t understand.” This isn’t happening, my mind screams.
He gives me a look filled with such agony that it tears my heart to pieces. “I’m sorry.”
Anger flares through me with the force of a blowtorch. “What’re you saying?” I nearly shout.
He shakes his head as he turns on his heel, marches to the door, throws it open, and storms out.
For a second, I’m frozen. Then, I force my feet into action as I run after him. “Hayden,” I scream. “Stop! Please.”
He doesn’t even look back.
Hurt throbs through my body. Then, a sob breaks through my throat as my knees buckle.
Just like that, my entire world implodes.
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