A Christmas Kiss
Page 1
Also by Deborah Fletcher Mello
The Sweetest Thing
Craving Temptation
Playing With Fire
Also by Regina Hart
Trinity Falls
Harmony Cabins
Wishing Lake
Mystic Park
Published by Dafina Books
A Christmas Kiss
CELESTE O. NORFLEET
REGINA HART
DEBORAH FLETCHER MELLO
Kensington Publishing Corp.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
Table of Contents
Also by
Title Page
Sealed With a Kiss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Mistletoe Lane
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
His Christmas Gifts
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Bianca’s Snowcream
Teaser chapter
Copyright Page
Sealed With a Kiss
CELESTE O. NORFLEET
Chapter 1
VISIT STILES BED & BREAKFAST
THIS HOLIDAY SEASON
RELAX IN COMFORT AND TREAT YOUR SENSES TO THE SOUNDS OF HOLIDAY MUSIC, THE WARM, WELCOMING GLOW FROM THE FIREPLACE, AND THE SIGHTS AND SMELLS OF THE HOLIDAY SEASON. SIP OUR SPECIAL HOLIDAY CIDER, HOT SPICED TEAS OR OUR FAMOUS HOMEMADE LEMONADE. AS YOU UNWIND, ENJOY A STRESS-FREE HOLIDAY SEASON BEGINNING WITH THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS JAMBOREE, AND THEN STAY FOR A WEEKLONG HOLIDAY CELEBRATION ENDING WITH HAYDEN’S ANNUAL HOLIDAY PARADE—FEATURING A SPECIAL SURPRISE GRAND MARSHAL.
Carmen Stiles stopped typing and read the copy she’d just written. Yes, it made sense. Yes, it was accurate, but it didn’t take a literary maven to know it was horrible. She grimaced, then glanced over at the time displayed on the monitor. The short holiday blurb for the local newspaper that was supposed to be due earlier that day was turning into a major mental undertaking.
For the last few hours she’d been repeating the cycle of writing, editing, rewriting, re-editing and getting nowhere. What should have taken fifteen minutes at most, had taken all afternoon. At this rate, she’d be sitting in front of the computer the rest of the evening.
Frustrated, she turned her attention to incoming emails. After reading through and replying when needed, she checked the bed-and-breakfast’s website and then confirmed the last three New Year’s holiday reservations. Then, having run out of valid excuses, she went back to the blurb, knowing that Thomas Ford, the head of the town’s council, would be asking for it any minute.
She sighed. She didn’t often procrastinate, particularly when it came to the family-owned bed-and-breakfast. But since it was only a few days before Christmas and they’d been sold out for the last six weeks, it seemed pointless to invite guests to stay when there were no rooms available. Still, her mother had promised the town council a blurb, so . . .
She sat up straight, tried to be more attentive, and read the copy again. It sounded even worse than before. She slouched. “Ugh. Even I wouldn’t want to stay here after reading this,” she grumbled as she leaned her elbow on the front counter and her chin in the palm of her hand. She looked around the open foyer for inspiration.
As with the rest of the Stiles Bed and Breakfast, the foyer was elaborately decorated for the holiday season—Christmas trees, candle glowing lanterns, twinkling lights, evergreen, fresh poinsettia plants, berry and fur holiday wreaths, nutcrackers and an array of holiday favorites. They even had a sprig of fresh mistletoe, which she avoided standing under like the plague. So one would think writing a short holiday blurb would be a breeze. But it wasn’t, at least not for her.
Her shoulders slumped. The holiday season always made her anxious. She knew how important it was to the family business, and she’d tried her hardest to make everything so perfect this year. She wanted to make her mother and father proud. But today, like the last few days, had been nearly impossible. Earlier, the microwave broke, then a guest bumped into the twelve-foot Christmas tree and knocked it over, breaking some of her favorite glass ornaments, the Christmas lights hanging from the back of the house fell down, and the attic roof started leaking again. And that was all just this morning. So, if one more thing happened . . .
Just then an email from Thomas Ford popped up. The subject title was, HOLIDAY BLURB NEEDED ASAP!! She didn’t bother opening it.
“That’s it, I give up.” Carmen pressed and held the delete button for the sixth time that evening. Why her mother insisted on making gingerbread cookies this late in the evening instead of writing this was beyond her. She looked at the blank screen and shook her head woefully.
Just then she saw her mother walk by humming a classic holiday tune and carrying a huge bouquet of white flowers. Carmen smiled in cunning delight. “Mom . . .” she began sweetly.
“Yes, honey,” Marion Stiles said as she continued to the marble table in the center of the open foyer. She placed the bouquet down beside the antique vase already in the center of the table. “I just love monochromatic flowers in winter floral displays. Chrysanthemums, hydrangea, paperwhites, orchids, and just the perfect touch of green with eucalyptus and fur sprigs right from the Christmas tree. “They’re beautiful, don’t you think?” Marion said.
“Yes, they’re beautiful. So, Mom, I need you to write the blurb for the newspaper, okay.”
“Carmen, you were supposed to take care of that hours ago.”
“I know, but writing it seems kind of pointless since we’re completely booked up until after the New Year anyway.”
Marion fanned out the flowers on the table. “The blurb should be about the bed-and-breakfast, but also it should bring people to Hayden. So write about Hayden’s quaint small-town ambiance, the friendly residents, and how our family bed-and-breakfast is the perfect holiday setting. And yes, even though we’re fully booked, you know how people love to stop by just to enjoy our holiday decorations and the amazing waterfront view of the town. Plus . . .”
“See, you’re so much better at writing this, so I think you should be the one to . . .”
“Carmen, this is your hometown and Christmas in Hayden, Georgia, is beyond amazing, you know that. Inspiration is all around you with the festival of lights celebrations, the ice sculptures and gingerbread house contests, the giant Christmas tree-lighting ceremony in the center of town, the spectacular holiday parade and . . .”
An email notification popped up on the computer screen and, knowing her mother was only just starting one of her long holiday pep talks, Carmen opened and read the email. “Hmmm, this can’t be right,” she muttered to herself. She stared at the computer screen and shook her head. “Why would he cancel his reservation? Mom, have you heard anything about this?” she asked.
“About what, honey?” Marion asked as she picked up a large white hydrangea blossom, trimmed the lower leaves, and then stuck it in the water-soaked Oasis floral foam in the bottom of the holiday vase.
“I just got an email fro
m Senator Alistair Harrison. He cancelled his reservation. He’s the town’s grand marshal for the holiday parade. As a matter of fact, I expected him to have checked in by now. So why would he cancel? Do you know if he’s staying someplace else in town?”
“He canceled because he’s not the grand marshal anymore,” Marion said while trimming the leaves from another bloom.
“What? When did this happen?” Carmen asked as she walked over to stand beside her mother at the table. She picked up a stripped bloom and arranged it in the vase. “I thought everybody was excited to have him as grand marshal this year. Why would they make a change this late? The parade is in a few days.”
Marion handed Carmen another large bloom to stick into the oasis. “Alistair was the council’s second choice. He understood when we told him. And, to tell you the truth, I think he was happily relieved. You know his daughter and son-in-law just had another child and he really wanted to be with them this holiday season.”
“Fine so who is the town council’s first choice?”
“Dean Everett.”
Carmen stopped and looked at her mother. “Dean Everett.”
“Yes, he’s agreed to be the grand marshal this year. He’ll be great. He was always my first choice.”
“Oh God, no. Mom, please tell me this is another one of your really, really bad jokes.”
“Of course it’s not a joke. Dean Everett is finally coming home for the holidays,” Marion said proudly.
“Dean? Why him of all people? Whose idea was it?”
“Mine. I’ve suggested him every year, but he always declines because of his schedule. And well, there were still a few naysayers, but I changed their minds. He’s coming and I, for one, am thrilled. And he’s also agreed to come to stay with us here rather than in town.”
Carmen put the flower down, then walked away shaking her head. “No. No. No. He can’t stay here. That’s impossible. We’re booked.”
“You know very well the town council has a room on hold for the parade’s grand marshal. It’s tradition.”
“No, tradition or not, he still can’t stay here.”
“Carmen Marie Stiles, I have never known you to get this upset over anything, especially not a guest,” Marion said, placing a long-stemmed flower into the vase.
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t understand. Since this place was founded by your great-great-grandfather over a hundred years ago, the Stiles Family Bed and Breakfast has always opened its doors to any and everybody, and that includes Dean Everett.”
Carmen knew the history of the Stiles residence better than anyone. It was ingrained into her heart as far back as she could remember. A member of the Stiles family had always owned this place, and always would, and she knew it.
“Honestly, I don’t understand. You haven’t seen Dean since the day he graduated from high school. I thought you’d be happy he was coming home for the holidays, delighted even. It’s been ten years.”
“Mom, why would you think anyone in the town would be delighted he’s coming back? You know everybody in this town hated Dean.”
“Oh, don’t exaggerate, Carmen. Nobody hated Dean.”
“Fine, they despised and ostracized him nonstop. Most of the town labeled him a menace, a troublemaker, and likely to be in jail by the age of nineteen, remember? It was almost a public holiday when he left town. Thomas Ford did everything he could to get rid of him. He even started a petition to have him kicked out of school. The day Dean left town, he threw a party.”
“You know as well as I nobody took that petition seriously, especially not Dean. And as for the party, Tom threw it for his daughter, Rachel, who was graduating high school with Dean.”
“Yeah, right, that’s what he told everybody else, but Rachel told me differently. And you know Dad hated him. That’s why he was always so hard on him.”
“Carmen, your father didn’t hate Dean. As a matter of fact, he really liked and admired him.”
“What? No, Dad never liked me hanging around Dean.”
Marion nodded. “True, but the reason he seemed hard on Dean was because he knew how much you liked him. He didn’t want Dean turning you away from here, from the family business.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It did to your father. Dean made no bones about wanting to leave Hayden. And even though you were just a grade behind him, your father was afraid you’d run away and go with him when he left.”
Carmen shuddered. She didn’t respond. That’s exactly what was supposed to happen. The day Dean left town, he had asked her to go with him and she’d agreed, but then she couldn’t. “Mom, you’re on the town council. Why didn’t you tell me he had been invited?”
“I’ve been inviting him to come back for years. But he always declined because of a scheduling conflict. But this year he said there might be an opening in his schedule. That’s why we had the posters read, ‘a special guest.’ Dean’s assistant just confirmed this morning.”
Carmen shook her head, exasperated.
“Carmen, he’s your friend,” Marion insisted.
“Correction, he was my friend,” she emphasized, “and that was a very long time ago.” She went back to helping her mother with the flowers. “I haven’t heard from him in years.”
“And whose fault is that?” Carmen didn’t respond. She had deliberately avoided Dean for years. “Well, be that as it may,” Marion continued, “Dean is coming home and I, for one, will be happy to see him again. He was always a nice young man, and you know he’s done very well for himself. CEO and president of his own very successful software company is a remarkable achievement. And now I saw he’s selling his company to one of the top ten Fortune 500 companies. If that happens he’s going to be worth some outrageously obscene amount of money. Imagine that.”
Carman looked at her mother. “And how do you know this?”
“I read the Internet,” Marion said smugly.
“Yeah, apparently, and that’s what I’m afraid of.”
Marion laughed then smiled slyly. “You know, Dean is also gorgeous and sexy. So you know those gold-digging women are going to be all over him.”
“Sexy? Mom!” Carmen said, surprised by her mother’s bold assertion.
“What? I told you, I read the Internet. I’m connected to social media and I have lots of friends there. Dean is one of them. He’s gorgeous, rich, and, as some well-informed websites put it, he’s sexy as hell.”
“Mom, I am not having this conversation with you.”
Marion shrugged off. “The whole world is crushing on him and, if I remember correctly, you had a bit of a crush on him too, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“No?” Marion repeated, then looked at her daughter, knowing better.
“Don’t start, Mom.”
“Start what?”
“I’m serious, no meddling,” Carmen warned, giving her mother a stern expression meant to remind her of the last time she’d meddled in Carmen’s personal life.
“What? When have I ever intentionally interfered in your personal life?”
Carmen stopped what she was doing and just stared at her mother. “You are kidding me, right? How can you even ask that question? You signed me up to an online dating site, without my knowledge. I still get emails from that craziness. Then we went out to dinner, which turned out to be a speed-dating event, and then there’s the ad you put in the newspaper a few months ago.”
Marion opened her mouth to defend herself and then closed it instantly. “Fine, but for the record, the newspaper ad was for the Valentine’s special and I needed a grand prize and you were it,” Marion said.
“Whatever, just no interfering,” Carmen clarified.
“Of course not, I wouldn’t think of it,” Marion agreed.
“Good. Thank you.” Carmen took a deep relieved breath. “Also, the news says that Dean is merging his company, not selling it.”
Marion nodded. “You’re right, t
hat’s exactly what the news says.”
“And you know the only reason the town council really wants him here is because they say he’s looking to move his new company headquarters to the East Coast,” Carmen said. “They need him and his company here.”
“How do you know that?” her mother asked.
“I read the Internet too,” she said as she picked up a few more blooms and tucked them into the vase as the moment between them fell silent. She began to think about Dean and what her mother had said. There was no denying it. She’d seem pictures of Dean over the years. She was right about everything. “All right, fine,” she suddenly relented out of the blue. Her mother looked up at her, obviously wondering about her sudden outburst. “I give in, he is gorgeous.”
Marion smiled. “And . . . ?”
Carmen shook her head and sighed. “I can’t believe I’m talking about this with my mother.”
“And . . . ?” Marion insisted.
“Fine. He’s also sexy as hell,” Carmen added, repeating her mother’s earlier words. An instant later, they looked at each other and giggled like schoolgirls. Then her curiosity got the best of her. “Okay. So, when does the big event happen? When is Dean actually getting here, the day of the parade?” Carmen asked.
Marion looked up and smiled warmly. “Dean, you’re here, right on time. Welcome back home,” Marion said happily.
Carmen froze. There was no way her mother’s bad joking skills were this convincing. She watched in astonishment as her mother walked around her, looking toward the front door.
“Hello, Mrs. Stiles. It’s good to be home. You look amazing, as always,” he said.
Chapter 2
Dean Everett had been on the phone for the last thirty miles. Before that he’d flown across the country, spending most of his time in videoconference with his attorneys and assistants. The sale of his company was going well and was nearly complete. As a result, key members of his inner team had been fielding phone calls and questions nonstop from entrepreneurs, financial managers, investors, acquisitions specialists, and financiers. Apparently everybody wanted to know about his next startup adventure and if he was really moving the new satellite headquarters to the East Coast.