The Holiday Swap
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ADVANCE PRAISE FOR THE HOLIDAY SWAP
“An utterly adorable, pitch-perfect romance with just the right amount of Christmas cheer. The Holiday Swap is a pure delight—I couldn’t stop from smiling.”
—Taylor Jenkins Reid, author of Daisy Jones & The Six
“I love this book! It is deliciously fun and wildly romantic, and the dual settings of a baking show set in L.A. and a family-run bakery in a small snowy town is especially inspired—and feels like Great British Bakeoff meets Gilmore Girls. But there is also a real depth to the narrative, as the authors explore the notion of asking yourself what kind of life you truly want and if there is a way to change the life you have if you’re unhappy. This is something that must surely speak to readers right now: when in human history have so many people been confronted by such encompassing change at one time? Readers are seeking entertainment, romance, and whimsy—and The Holiday Swap delivers all this, but it also offers food for thought. I could picture the characters in my head as I read. I wanted to befriend the twins, throttle the villains, fall in love with the heroes—and bake up some sourdough.”
—Jennifer Robson, author of Our Darkest Night
“The Holiday Swap dishes up a double dose of fun-loving, feel-good, Christmas cheer, with a recipe for love that’s deliciously irresistible.”
—Karen Schaler, author of Finding Christmas
“I devoured this delightful romantic comedy in two nights. It’s like Gilmore Girls meets The Parent Trap meets Cake Wars. In other words, it’s perfect.”
—Colleen Oakley, author of You Were There Too
“The Holiday Swap is the cozy holiday rom-com you crave, complete with double the swoony meet-cutes, scrumptious desserts, and happily-ever-afters. With small-town gossip and reality-TV drama, Maggie Knox serves up a treat that will have foodie fiction fans begging for seconds.”
—Amy E. Reichert, author of The Kindred Spirits Supper Club
“This debut from Maggie Knox about twins who swap places for twelve days at Christmas is twice the fun, double the trouble, and all the feels. Warm cozy bakeries, cold snowy nights, holiday traditions, and two—TWO!—romances to steal my heart. What’s not to love? The smart, quick-paced writing, witty dialogue, and swoon-worthy date scenes had me up all night, turning the pages to see what would happen next. I absolutely adored this book—and I can’t wait for more rom-coms from Maggie Knox!”
—Chantel Guertin, author of Instamom
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Knox, Maggie, author.
Title: The holiday swap / Maggie Knox.
Description: New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, [2021] | Summary: “A feel-good, holiday-themed romantic comedy about identical twins who switch lives in the days leading up to Christmas—perfect for fans of Christina Lauren’s In a Holidaze and Josie Silver’s One Day in December” —Provided by publisher.
Identifiers: LCCN 2021026644 (print) | LCCN 2021026645 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593330739 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9780593330746 (ebook)
Subjects: LCGFT: Romance fiction.
Classification: LCC PR9199.4.K5847 H65 2021 (print) | LCC PR9199.4.K5847 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021026644
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021026645
Cover design and illustration: Sandra Chiu
Book design by Elke Sigal, adapted for ebook by Maggie Hunt
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Cover
Advance Praise for The Holiday Swap
Also by Maggie Knox
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Acknowledgments
Readers Guide
About the Author
1
Charlie
Monday: 12 Days to Christmas . . .
Los Angeles
Charlie Goodwin drew a shaky breath and tapped furiously on her phone, the screen illuminating her face in the otherwise dark storeroom. She opened an app and searched for the emergency two-minute stress-release meditation. Once the soothing voice began, she closed her eyes and took another deep breath, trying to slow her frantic heartbeat. But all that did was bring the sharp scent of peppermint extract further up her nose and into her throat. Normally she loved the smell of peppermint and all Christmas-related things. But this had been sabotage. She smelled like a giant candy cane—and she wasn’t feeling very festive about it.
Her phone buzzed in her hand and she cracked an eye, glancing at the screen. Priya Basu, her friend and on-set makeup artist.
Don’t let him get to you.
He’s a jerk and you’re YOU.
Priya was right. Sighing with frustration, Charlie leaned her head back against the wall. She whispered the mantra in time with her exhales and peppermint-scented inhales: Don’t let him get to you.
Austin Nash. Someone she had a sour history with and her co-host on the network reality baking show Sweet & Salty, which had run for two seasons but was slated to be replaced by a new show, called Bake My Day, after the holidays. The current Sweet & Salty special they were co-hosting—a twelve-days-to-Christmas countdown, featuring twelve amateur bakers vying for the top spot and twenty-five thousand dollars—was meant to be festive and fun. However, Austin Nash left Charlie feeling more bah-humbug than merry and bright. This holiday special was also Charlie’s last chance to impress the network executives and secure the Bake My
Day hosting job, which would mean the end of having to share a stage with Austin Nash.
The two had known each other back in culinary school, where she’d discovered Austin was more cheater than chef after she’d caught him co-opting one of her recipes as his own. But he was slick, and she could never prove it. After school Charlie headed to Paris for a coveted internship with a celebrated Parisian pastry chef, and Austin went to New York City and, really, she hadn’t thought of him again.
Charlie had been “discovered” by the formidable television producer Sasha Torres—who was now her boss . . . and Austin’s. Sasha had come into Souci—the L.A. hot spot where Charlie had made a name for herself as head pastry chef since her return from Paris. Charlie had been tasked with presenting Sasha’s table with the flambéed cherries the restaurant was known for. Sasha offered Charlie the “Sweet” hosting side of the reality baking show on the spot.
While it had meant giving up the security of Souci, Charlie had known it could lead to even greater, more exciting opportunities—like the chance to be a solo host on a syndicated cooking show like Bake My Day—becoming an established name in the culinary world. Maybe even have her own line of cookbooks. However, what a somewhat naïve but highly ambitious Charlie hadn’t realized when she said yes to Sasha’s offer was that she’d be sharing the stage with her culinary school nemesis, Austin Nash.
“Worst luck ever, Goodwin,” Charlie grumbled, momentarily pulled out of her meditation mantra as she thought back to that day, almost a year ago now. Apparently Austin had gotten the job because he was friends with the son of one of the network executives, yet he behaved as though he deserved to be there more than Charlie. From their first moment on set Austin had been deceptively charming and self-assured, while Charlie was initially a nervous wreck—television hosting had pushed her out of her comfort zone. And it didn’t hurt that, according to Sasha, Austin looked like a young Rob Lowe. With his impossibly perfect hair, chiseled jaw, and blue eyes with lashes for days, Austin became the “Salty” half of the duo, and it wasn’t long before things went south on set between the co-hosts.
Initially Charlie had tried to give Austin the benefit of the doubt. Even if he proved as infuriating as he had been at school, Charlie was prepared to deal with it—because this kind of opportunity didn’t come along every day. But it was soon clear Austin Nash had changed . . . and not for the better. For one, he had developed this particularly obnoxious routine where he would give shoulder massages while delivering condescending advice, regardless of whether either was wanted or warranted. “One more minute of boiling and that pâté à choux would have been sublime, Charlie. Next time.”
Things got even worse when the network announced the show that would replace Sweet & Salty—Bake My Day. It would be a one-host show—which meant Charlie and Austin were now competing for one job. Plus, with a one-hundred-thousand-dollar grand prize, a recipe featured in a celebrity chef cookbook, and professionally trained participants, Bake My Day was going to make Sweet & Salty look like amateur hour.
No co-host to have to share the spotlight with; no grating or witty banter between two people who really couldn’t stand each other; more freedom to spread her creative wings; and a lot more money, because Bake My Day had an impressive budget. Charlie wanted the job, and she deserved it. She was the better pastry chef, and it was no secret that, of the two of them, she was easier to work with. She had noticed Sasha’s eye rolls at Austin’s arrogance on more than one occasion.
Working with Austin had become mentally exhausting, and Charlie was glad the special would wrap soon. He was always getting on her case, then laughing it off and saying it was all part of his “Salty” persona. Today, she had been so distracted by him she’d delivered her lines in the wrong order—something that never happened—and just before she’d escaped to the stockroom to get her thoughts together, he had pounced on her momentary lapse.
“What’s up with you today, Charlie? A case of the Mondays?” He’d known they were still miked and that everyone, including Sasha, would hear. He then made a show of putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it, faking concern. “Don’t worry. I can pick up the slack. I have both our scripts memorized.”
Before Charlie could respond, let alone brush his hand away, the bottle of peppermint extract—which Austin was supposed to have capped after measuring out a tablespoon for the candy cane truffles they were making—tipped over, emptying quickly across the stainless-steel worktable and soaking into Charlie’s skirt.
“Oh,” Austin said as Charlie jumped back, though too late. “Thought the lid was on tight. My bad.”
Charlie smiled wanly at him, curtly said, “It’s fine,” and then asked Sasha if they could take five. None of the contestants were on set; they were filming B-roll so the timeline was more flexible—although Sasha always ran things like they were trying to beat the clock. Charlie escaped to the storeroom, where they kept the pots, pans, and baking dishes, knowing she had only a few moments to try and meditate away Austin Nash.
It wasn’t working. Instead, along with her frustration, she felt something she hadn’t in a long time: Charlie was homesick. Starlight Peak, her hometown only a few hours north of Los Angeles, was so festive this time of year, with sugary snowcapped mountains as backdrop, and every home, shop, and street corner laden with Christmas decorations. Life in quaint Starlight Peak was so much simpler than city life. And the best part about her hometown? Austin Nash wasn’t there.
Suddenly, the storage room’s overhead fluorescent bulbs lit up with a flash. Charlie quickly pushed off the wall, dropping her phone to the ground. She and Austin’s new assistant, Nathan (she made it a habit to learn everyone’s names, no matter what their role on the show), stared at each other for a moment, the melodic voice coming from the meditation app on her phone the only sound in the room. Now focus on your shoulders . . . how much tension are you holding there . . . Breathe into your belly . . . Be aware of all the sensations in your body . . .
Nathan sneezed—likely the peppermint extract—then cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He was obviously nervous to have interrupted the show’s “talent,” especially when she was clearly not having the best day. “Oh, uh, sorry, Ms. Goodwin. I didn’t realize—”
“Hi, Nathan. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Charlie picked up her phone and stopped the meditation. “And call me Charlie, okay?”
Charlie wondered about Nathan’s story, what his great L.A. dream was. This town was filled with a lot of ambition. It was rare to meet someone who wasn’t hustling a few jobs at least, hoping for their big break.
“Did Sasha ask you to come in here and get me?” Charlie asked.
“Well,” Nathan said, drawing out the word. “Kind of? But she also told me to season a few of the frying pans for the next segment.” He was shorter than Charlie, who stood about five-seven without shoes, and he had to go up on his toes as he reached past the Christmas decorations for the nonstick enamel pans on the top shelf. That was when Charlie knew that whatever Nathan’s big dream was, it had nothing to do with cooking.
“We don’t season nonstick pans,” Charlie said, tucking her phone into the pocket of her skirt and rubbing her nose against another minty tickle. “The coating can crack.” She reached for one of the cast-iron pans. “Here. Cast iron. The workhorse of the kitchen.”
Nathan took the pan from her, misjudging the weight and then cringing as he almost lost his grip.
“Nothing caramelizes like cast iron,” Charlie said, putting a hand under the pan until the assistant reset his grip. On the menu today was a cupcake variation of a pineapple upside-down cake with a spiced bourbon sauce to keep it holiday themed, and Charlie knew the cast iron would be best to coax out the fruit’s sticky dark syrup, which was necessary to showcase the dessert’s complexity.
“Thanks, Charlie. Sasha said to grab a few.” Nathan reached up again for another of the cast-iron
pans, then turned back to her. “Can I just say? You’re so natural on camera. You’re really funny, too, you know? And the only one to suggest the cast iron instead—”
Charlie wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but a second later the entire shelving unit—where dozens of pans were stored—was tipping over. There was a moment where Charlie thought she and Nathan would be able to stop the shelf’s trajectory, both of them putting their hands out to try and brace the metal unit. They might have been successful, if not for the pots and pans—unanchored on the shelves—obeying the dictates of gravity. The entire unit toppled toward them. Nathan shouted something she couldn’t hear above the calamitous noise of all that metal hitting the floor. Then Charlie felt a deep, sharp pain in her head before everything went black.
* * *
• • •
Charlie opened her eyes slowly. Someone was crying, but she couldn’t figure out who it was because she couldn’t make her eyes focus. She also had the worst headache of her life, and felt nauseated and fuzzy all over. She tried to lift her arm to her head, and then realized she was on the floor. Someone was holding her other hand—the same person who was crying, it seemed. There were a lot of voices adding to the confusion. Charlie let her eyes close, wishing everyone would just stop talking.
“Charlie? Can you hear me? Charlie, babe, open those gorgeous brown eyes of yours.” Priya sounded panicked. Charlie wondered what had happened. “Let’s get these off you.” Charlie opened her eyes and glanced down to see what Priya was doing, which was to remove the swaths of fake holly and branches of snow-crusted cranberries that lay across her skirt. Why was she on the ground, under a blanket of Christmas decorations?
“Priya, stop crying.” As Charlie’s vision improved, the makeup artist’s worried face finally came into view, only a few inches from her own.
“Oh my God! You’re okay. You’re okay.” Priya launched herself onto Charlie and held her in a bear hug. Then she pulled back and gently slapped her on her upper arm. “You scared the heck out of me!”