Christmas story
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Holiday of Hope
I know…it says book 11, but it’s really book 9. Chapter 1 HEATHER Four weeks. Four long weeks. Four dreadfully long weeks. Right before Christmas, Trevor had ghosted her after he returned to New York, not that she envisioned leaving her beloved Miracle, but if he’d wanted a relationship, he could have texted her, called her, or answered when she’d tried a dozen times. Get a clue, Heather. You were only his flirt for the season. And Andy, her rodeo fling? While he lived a lot closer, he turned out to be a loser. She wished she’d seen what a jerk he was sooner. What could be worse than not…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Delbert Well, hot dog! Peppermint was fixin’ to dance with Delbert after all. The next dance was dedicated to all the married couples who’d gathered. He knew the standard procedure at weddings, and he felt a little foolish for jumpin’ the gun in asking Peppermint a might too soon. The announcer kept calling out how long people had been married. The longer the couples were hitched, the longer they got to stay on the dance floor, until the guy at the mic said, “Anyone been married over fifty years?” The only couple left waltzing was that man Kris and his lady who looked like she’d found the fountain…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-chapter 3
Chapter 3 Peppermint Peppermint repeated his name quietly to herself. Delbert. She would love to roll it off her tongue out loud. Probably sounded as sweet as cotton candy. Santa motioned for them to step behind the church where he used a bit of magic and whisked them to the back of Miracle Inn. Peppermint straightened her forest green dress and tried to smooth her unruly hair. She’d tried to use a flat iron on it, but the humidity only sprung it back into a curly mess. Mom always told her to be grateful for what the good Lord blessed her with. Sure, she could say that since her hair…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Peppermint Peppermint repeated his name quietly to herself. Delbert. She would love to roll it off her tongue out loud. Probably sounded as sweet as cotton candy. Santa motioned for them to step behind the church where he used a bit of magic and whisked them to the back of Miracle Inn. Peppermint straightened her red dress and tried to smooth her unruly hair. She’d tried to use a flat iron on it, but the humidity only sprung it back into a curly mess. Mom always told her to be grateful for what the good Lord blessed her with. Sure, she could say that since her hair was…