A Wedding for Christmas (Sweet Holiday Romance) (A Veteran's Christmas Book 3)
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A Wedding for Christmas
A Veteran’s Christmas Series Book #3
Rachelle Ayala
Amiga Books
Contents
Description
Praise from Readers
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Epilogue
Reading List
Many Thanks
Rachelle Ayala
Copyright © 2016 by Rachelle Ayala
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Description
The heartwarming conclusion to A Veteran’s Christmas Series!
Kelly Kennedy and Tyler Manning are planning a Christmas wedding, and her six-year-old daughter, Bree, is worried about being the perfect flower girl. Complications arise when Tyler gets reacquainted with a female soldier he rescued back in Afghanistan. Meanwhile, Kelly gets an urgent message from the man who fathered Bree, asking for a big favor.
With their Christmas wedding looming, Kelly and Tyler must tie up all loose ends while Bree risks her life to do a good deed before Santa’s sleigh hits their roof.
Will love, faith, and a Christmas miracle be enough to keep their family together?
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While A Wedding for Christmas can be enjoyed as a standalone, you'll get more of the relationship aspect between Kelly, Tyler, and Bree as well as the exciting adventure of Tyler's survival at the hands of terrorists by reading A Father for Christmas and A Pet for Christmas first.
The Veteran’s Christmas Series is a trilogy of sweet and inspirational romances:
A Father for Christmas, Book #1
A Pet for Christmas, Book #2
A Wedding for Christmas, Book #3
To the spouses and loved ones of our wounded heroes and heroines.
Praise from Readers
“Fall in love with the characters all over again. A true gem.” - Alicia Klick
“A Wedding for Christmas is a truly magnificent gift wrapped in a miracle and sealed with a beautiful promise.” - Amber McCallister
“A great read that shows that life goes on even when you are trying to plan the perfect Christmas wedding and that the past is always present in the now.” - Angelica Berglund
“A perfect ending for a wonderful romance series!” - Angi DeMonti
“A beautiful story of strength, love and helping others that will warm your heart and leave you with the true meaning of Christmas.” - Barb C.
“A fast-paced romance with lots of action and twists and turns.” - Cathy Brockman
“A wonderful story of love and life's little miracles.” - Cathy Zaramba
“Uplifting, relaxing and a pleasure to get lost in.” - Frances Hampton
“Just an all-around wonderful story.” - Gina S.
“I have loved this series since I read the first book and loved seeing the series end with Kelly and Tyler getting their happily ever after finally.” - Melissa S.
“I have never read a book by Rachelle Ayala that I did not like. I really enjoyed the Veteran’s Christmas Series. Rachelle has a way of making you get hooked on her books so you don’t want to put the book down until you are done!” - Patricia Conley-Shepard
“Great story and holding onto that Christmas Miracle when you need one the most!” - Rebecca Austin
“The magic of Christmas and love never cease to amaze me and make me believe again.” - Terri Merkel
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~ Kelly ~
“Mama, when I’m the flower girl, do I have to kiss the ring bearer?” my six-year-old daughter, Bree, asks as she preens in front of the mirror in her sunshiny flower girl dress.
It’s three weeks before my Christmas wedding, and I’m at the bridal shop for my wedding gown fitting.
The tailor chuckles under her breath, and my sister, Ella, puts her hands on Bree’s shoulders, admiring her. “You don’t have to kiss anyone you don’t want to.”
Bree hooks a sly glance my way, then looks back at her aunt. “I might want to if I know who the ring bearer is.”
Last year, when I got engaged two days before Christmas, I thought I was being smart or cute or maybe even cool to have a wedding on Christmas Day.
Now that the time draws closer, I’m more frantic than ever. I work full time as a fraud investigator and Tyler Manning, my fiancé, travels around the world as a motivational speaker and fundraiser for both veterans charities and ones helping children orphaned by war.
We have two children, Bree, six, and a son, Arman, who’ll turn one two days before Christmas. Talk about a pile on: birthday party, Christmas, and a wedding.
I blink and realize both Bree and Ella are staring at me, waiting for a reply about the ring bearer. It’s the one thing I left for Tyler to arrange.
“It doesn’t matter who the ring bearer is,” I say to Bree. “You’re not going to have to kiss him anyway.”
At six, she’s way too young to be thinking about boys, especially kissing them.
“I want to know who he is, so I can practice walking with him.” Bree gets that determined look I know so well. “I want to be the best flower girl, ever.”
“I’m sure you will be,” Ella says. “Look at your mama. Isn’t she the most beautiful bride?”
Bree reaches up and gives me a hug. “I want to be a beautiful bride, too.”
“Someday.” I kiss the top of her head. “You’ll be the loveliest.”
And she will be, with her deep blue eyes and blond hair, resembling Ella more than me with my plain brown hair and eyes that can’t decide whether they’re green or brown.
“I’ll have to learn to walk in high heels.” Bree bounces around the dressing room on tippy toes. “First, I have to be maid of honor like Auntie.”
I smile to myself. My Bree is so much of a perfectionist. She thinks there’s a progression in life. Flower girl graduates to bridesmaid, then maid of honor before bride. Sort of like the popular saying: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage.
Except, I did everything wrong. I had Bree first, by artificial inseminatio
n from an anonymous donor, then I went to jail, found Tyler—or rather, Bree found Tyler, a homeless veteran, and decided he would be her father for Christmas. After almost losing Tyler when he was taken hostage in Afghanistan last year, I had another baby—this time with Tyler. Now finally, I’m at my bridal gown fitting.
Marriage is the last item on my checklist before I ride off into the land of happily ever after—or more realistically, diapers, play dates, and carpools.
“You are gorgeous and this dress is the prettiest,” Ella says as she draws out the train on my wedding gown.
I run my gaze up and down my dress and think it’s pretty special, too. It’s decorated with appliques of spring flowers. I can’t wear white, obviously, being the mother of two, so I chose a pale golden beige that goes well with a springtime theme. After all, it’s all about new beginnings.
“I want to be pretty like you, Mama.” Bree picks up an applique to examine it. “Auntie Ella, you’re going to have to hurry up and get married so I can be your maid of honor.”
I catch Ella’s eye in the mirror and quirk an eyebrow. “How are things with Sawyer? Or are you still holding out for Jaden?”
My sister’s in between men, or so she claims. Her last boyfriend, Jaden, is playing professional soccer in Korea. She wisely, in my opinion, decided not to follow him to a country where she knows no one and has no job prospects. Instead, she’s been dating Sawyer McGee, Tyler’s best buddy who was also a homeless veteran when we met him two years ago.
Ella keeps her eyes on the train as she spreads it and flutters it. “Bree, you’re going to have a long wait, unless you take cuts. Your Auntie Ella isn’t the marrying type.”
She’s keeping something back. I can tell. Call it big sister radar. I’m willing to bet she’s still pining for a man who put his soccer playing career above her.
“Then you’ll have to have a baby without getting married,” Bree exclaims with glee. “You can go to the sperm store like Mama did.”
From the mouths of children.
I shake my head while Ella chuckles. “I’d rather get ice cream. Who wants some?”
“Me!” Bree takes my sister’s hand, and they wave at me before exiting the dressing room.
As they walk away, I hear Bree say, “If Papa can’t find a ring bearer, can I pick one from the sperm store, too?”
~ Tyler ~
Tyler Manning took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled to himself, finally satisfied and content with his life. He and Kelly’s daughter, Bree, and their dog, Brownie, sauntered briskly down a trail through San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.
Two years ago, he was a homeless veteran, suffering from severe post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.
Now, he was on the cusp of getting his heart’s desire. In three short weeks, he was marrying the woman of his dreams, adopting little Bree formally, and cementing his future with a family that would last a lifetime. A wife, a daughter, a son, and a dog. What more could a man want?
“Papa, why can’t Brownie be the ring bearer?” Bree tried to hold onto the leash as Brownie lunged and pulled.
“He could, if we have a wedding on the beach.” Tyler grabbed the leash to get the dog to heel. He wasn’t sold on a church wedding the way Kelly and her mother were. Weddings were for women, and for the last few months, it had been nonstop wedding fever at the house he shared with Kelly.
“I might get sand in my shoes, and everyone knows weddings have to be at a church,” Bree pronounced with the assurance only a six-year-old could have.
“Weddings can be anywhere two people like,” Tyler said. “We could even jump out of an airplane wearing parachutes.”
“We could?” Bree squealed and giggled. “But how do you kiss if you’re falling out of an airplane?”
“Easy. You hold hands before the parachutes deploy.”
Bree ran ahead of him and flapped her arms. “Will I still scatter petals all over the sky?”
“You sure will.” Tyler gave the dog’s leash another tug as Brownie surged and barked. The half-Afghan and half-kuchi puppy he’d rescued from Afghanistan a year ago had grown into a sixty-pound guard dog.
“But my dress will go up, and everyone will see my undies.” She skipped along the path under a grove of old oak trees.
“I’m sure no one will see a thing since you’ll be way up in the sky.” Tyler pointed to the fluffy clouds.
“Have you ever jumped out of a plane?” Bree asked, squinting at the sky.
“Many times.”
Tyler had been an Army Ranger deployed to Afghanistan during the war on terror, and he’d jumped deep into insurgent-held territory to effect rescues and other special operations.
The deep whine of the jets and the noise of the battlefield reverberated through his brain, bringing him back to the smoky, haunted hills where he’d rescued hostages from the Taliban.
It was a night jump, and he couldn’t see a thing—not the moon, not the trees, not the ground, nothing. It was bone-chilling cold, and no one who hadn’t been there could fathom what went on in his mind as he leaped into the darkness. There was no time for safety checks, no time to say goodbye. One by one, he and his squadron drifted down behind enemy lines.
He’d hit the ground too hard, not seeing it coming, and it had knocked the wind from him. But he had his objective, and he could not fail. Scrambling to his feet and detangling himself from the chute, he’d put on his night vision goggles and had immediately come under small arms fire.
“Papa, was it fun?” a little voice brought him back to the present day.
He blinked back the images of a buddy who’d landed on a land mine, and pushed the acrid stench of fear and death from his mind.
No. War was never fun. But Bree was a child, and she didn’t need to know. He pointed to a cloud. “It’s like jumping through cotton candy. You want to try it someday?”
“Yay. I do.” She bounced up and down. “But who’s going to catch the flower bouquet if Mommy throws it from the sky?”
“I’m guessing your Auntie Ella will.” Tyler led the way to the section of the park where dogs were allowed to run free.
“What if I catch the bouquet? Does that mean I have to marry the ring bearer?”
“Not if he’s a dog.” Tyler unleashed Brownie and flung a tennis ball from a sling. The dog took off like a lightning bolt after the ball.
Kelly had told him how nervous Bree was about being the perfect flower girl, and she’d been pumping him on the details about the ring bearer for weeks.
He hadn’t made a decision because he was still waiting for an answer from the one family member he still had—a cousin he hadn’t heard from in years. Even though both his parents had passed away and he didn’t have any brothers or sisters, he wanted at least one of his relatives on hand for his one and only wedding.
“I wish I knew who I’m going to marry,” Bree said wistfully.
“You’ll find out someday.” He ruffled her hair and gave her a hug.
“Will you be my Papa and give me away?” Bree turned her sky-blue eyes on him. She was blond and blue-eyed, like him, and even though he wasn’t her biological father, he was proud of the fact she resembled him more than her mother, a brunette. Of course, he’d never tell Kelly that.
“Sure, I will.” He gave her a reassuring grin. “I’ll always be your father.”
A year ago, while he was held hostage in Afghanistan, Bree had demanded to find her “real” father, the man who had donated the sperm to her mother. Fortunately, she really didn’t know what sperm was. Once Tyler gave Kelly a piece of jewelry, a teardrop shaped pendant on a long chain, Bree accepted him as her “real” father.
“Do you think Grandpa’s coming to give Mama away?” Bree scattered dried leaves, pretending they were flower petals. The climate was mild enough in the San Francisco Bay Area that the trees were still in fall color mode, even in December.
Tyler wasn’t about to comment on Kelly’s family. Apparently, Bree’s grandfath
er had been married to two different women at the same time before he was caught. Bree’s grandmother had left him, and he rarely visited them.
Brownie ran back and dropped the fuzzy yellow ball in front of Bree. His tongue lolled and he wagged his tail, waiting expectantly.
“Let’s see how far you can throw,” Tyler said, distracting Bree from any more questions about her absentee grandfather.
“So far, it’ll go up in the clouds.” Instead of throwing the ball, she ran off screaming and waving it over her head.
Tyler’s phone chimed, signifying an incoming text message. It was from Kelly.
We have to plan the rehearsal dinner. Who’s coming from your side of the family?
Tyler pursed his lips as a cloud overhead darkened the patch of grass he was standing on. He’d contacted his cousin, Ford Manning, and he’d tentatively agreed to come to the wedding. Last Tyler heard, he was going to check with his wife about whether his son could be the ring bearer.
You there? Kelly texted again.
Yeah, I’ll get back to you.
I don’t need the names, just a number for the reservations. It’s hard booking anything for Christmas Eve.
Humpf. Tyler grunted. Of course it was. It wasn’t his bright idea to combine a wedding with a holiday.
Traditionally, the rehearsal took place the day before the wedding, which meant the participants would spend Christmas Eve walking through the wedding. It would be followed by a rehearsal dinner, which Kelly wanted to combine with Christmas Eve dinner.
Put down four, Tyler texted. His cousin also had a younger child in addition to the son. Is your father coming? How about your half-brothers?
Tyler wasn’t going to mention the proverbial wicked stepmother, Victoria, the woman who’d stolen Kelly’s father from her mother.