She slid her hands to his cheeks and kissed him softly. She couldn’t believe it. The one year, the one time she didn’t have just a fling, was the best Christmas Eve of all. He’d gotten his ultimate Christmas wish at the bank that day and she realized… she finally had, too.
Tarrah’s Holiday Fling Playlist
“8 Days of Christmas” – Destiny’s Child
“All I Want for Christmas is You” – Mariah Carey
“Christmas Time is Here” – Vince Guaraldi
“Christmas Tree” – Lady Gaga
“Christmas Wrapping” – Spice Girls
“Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” – N*Sync
“Holly Jolly Christmas” – Johnny Marks
“Mistletoe” – Colbie Caillat
“Oh, Santa!” – Mariah Carey
“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” - Gene Audry
“Santa Baby” – Kylie Minogue
“The Christmas Song” – Nat King Cole
“The Christmas Song” – N*Sync
“Winter Paradise” – Destiny’s Child
“Wonderful Christmas Time” by Paul McCartney
Tarrah’s Favorite Holiday Films
A Charlie Brown Christmas
A Christmas Carol
A Christmas Story
Elf
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
It’s a Wonderful Life
Love Actually
The Polar Express
The Santa Clause
Acknowledgements
I want to take a quick moment to thank my family and friends. Without your love and encouragement, this project wouldn’t be possible.
Thanks hubs! I can’t believe you still read all my stories! I appreciate everything you do for me.
A special thanks to my awesome CPs and betas: Carrie, Courtney, Jennifer, and Jaycee. You ladies rock!
Shout out to my NA Sisters! Hearts you ladies!
Most importantly, I want to thank the readers and the book blogging and writing community. Thanks for sticking with me peeps, and I hope to continue bringing you more kooky heroines and smexy heroes!
Oh, and all you lovers of Christmas tunage and cheesy holidays films… you’re not alone. ;D
About the Author
Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.
In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes.
Links
Blog: http://twentysomethingfictionwriter.blogspot.com/
Twitter: @VictoriaSmith76
Other books by Victoria H. Smith
The Bringer’s Quest (Book Two of the Eldaen Light Chronicles):
Coming Summer 2013
Incandescence (Book 2.5 of the Eldaen Light Chronicles):
Coming Summer 2013
The Crimson Hunt:
Book One of the Eldaen Light Chronicles
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Romance
Available Now!
Excerpt:
Chapter One
“Hey, loser, would you keep it steady on your end?” Piper asked with a huff. “You’re wobbling more than a frat boy after last call.”
I looked around my edge of the couch with incredulous eyes, unable to believe her nerve. I shouldered most of the weight. “Well, maybe if you put out that frickin’ cigarette and gave me some help—”
“Hey, easy with the attitude.” She continued to speak out the side of her mouth, a smoke cloud curling from her lips. “You should be kissing my feet right now. If not for me, we would have paid twice the amount he was asking for this damn thing.”
Her grin was smug as she puffed on her cigarette, or as she liked to call them, “ciggies.” One week-long excursion in Europe last spring break that almost resulted in an arrest involving a monkey and a pretty wigged out local, and the girl thought she was cultured.
I waved my hand in front of me, deflecting the vile fumes.
“You aren’t going to make a habit of smoking those things in the house, right?” After two long years of putting up with people sneaking smokes in the dorms, it would be nice to finally have an option of whether or not I would die from second-hand smoke.
Piper whipped around her firecracker-red bob like I just asked her to give me her soul for safekeeping.
“So we’re establishing house rules, now, are we?” she asked. “How about this?” She set down her end of the couch, forcing me to drop mine. She made a sloppy scout’s honor sign with her fingers—as if I’d ever believe she’d been a Girl Scout. “I promise not to smoke in the house, if you promise not to have a stick up your ass the entire time we’re living together.”
The girl really was as sweet as sugar. “Well, since we’re creating terms, how about you abide by one of my own? I promise not to have a stick up my ass, if you promise not to bring a new guy into the house every other night … or if you so choose to do so, at least grant me the common courtesy of playing your music loud enough so I don’t have to listen to all the moaning and groaning.”
I held out my hand for her to shake. She wasn’t the only one who was good at this game.
She propped her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, looking to the sky while she considered my terms.
“Touché, my friend. You got yourself a deal.” She shook my hand, smiling.
I didn’t know how we did it, but we managed to get the blasted thing all the way up our creaky, splintered front stoop and into the living room without killing ourselves. And we managed to save the fifty bucks it would have cost to hire a moving service. Although I suspected the only reason Piper suggested calling movers was so she could sit in a lawn chair in her bikini and sip lemonade while staring at their asses.
“Thank God!” Piper collapsed on the couch, sending a cloud of dust into the air. She waved a hand in front of her face to clear the particles from her vision. “I guess we can get a slipcover or something.”
She put her hands behind her head, daring to lean back onto the leisure item.
I’m so not going to comment on that right now. I joined her, leaning my head on her shoulder as I admired our hard work. The room really did open up once everything was inside. When we first leased this house from Campus Rentals, it hadn’t been much to look at; now, it almost felt like home. Sure, none of the furniture matched, the paint was chipping off the walls, and the place smelled a little of stale beer, but the house was ours.
I took in a deep breath, but the beer smell and dust caused me to exhale, mid-breath, sending my body into a coughing fit.
Raising her eyebrows, Piper crossed her long, slender legs. Her stylish, black combat boots made a heavy thump as they hit the coffee table. “Say no to drugs, my friend.”
She laughed and put her cigarette out on the arm of the couch. Seeing my outraged expression, she raised her shoulders. “One more burn won’t make a difference.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t hurt to try and keep what we have as nice as possible. Unless you’re going to pay for a new one?” It wasn’t every day local hobos had yard sales. We’d been lucky to snag the one we got. I had to practically assault an old lady to get it. She hadn’t left us alone until I offered her a coupon for a free tube of pleasure gel I swiped from Piper. Speaking of, I hoped she didn’t make for her purse anytime soon.
Piper sighed. “Whatever, Ariel. Just loosen up. We got our own place now. Enjoy it and relax.”
She was right. I needed to relax. Things could have been worse. I didn’t know what I’d do if I had to spend another year in those damned dorm rooms. I
was starting to feel like an old schoolmarm the way I was telling people to shut the hell up on a daily basis. I kicked off my sneakers and bent my toes forward into points. Feeling a pop in my foot, I jolted into a standing position.
The searing pain when my foot hit the floor made me cringe.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” Piper asked, wide-eyed.
“My feet just realized I had been standing all day, is all.” I tried to laugh it off. “I’m going to go walk around the house a bit, maybe that will help.” I moved toward the stairwell stepping over Piper’s legs.
“Okay, then. Wait, where’s your necklace?” she asked.
A rush of blood went straight to my head as I moved my hand to my chest. I immediately searched the room, throwing pillows and textbooks in my wake.
“Don’t panic, A. We’ll find it.”
Too late. I dove behind Piper’s life-size Superman statue, ripping the cords out of a box labeled Computer behind it. Piper worked on the next box labeled Piper’s Crap.
I finished mangling my box and rose up, hitting my head on Superman’s ass. “Ouch!”
I grabbed my head, while making my way across the room on my hands and knees. “Piper, you need to get that damn thing out of here. It’s an eyesore!”
Normally, Piper would have come back at me with a smart remark, but she knew the seriousness of the situation. If she came at me with more than, “Ariel, you sure look beautiful today,” I would have ripped her a new one. I prided myself on being pretty laid back, but when I panicked, that was another story. It was best she kept her distance, and she knew it.
Piper saw the rapid approach of my psychotic breakdown as I continued my quest. She quickened her pace to aid me, mangling another box labeled School Crap. Another one of her brilliantly labeled boxes I was sure.
“When was the last time you saw it?” she asked. “You know, I bet it might be out front. You brushed up against the wall trying to—”
I ran outside. My pupils reacted harshly to the rays of the sun and I covered my eyes with the back of my hand. My vision masked, I tripped and hit the ground so hard my head felt the impact. It didn’t matter. I was headed to the ground to continue my search anyway. The fall just made my trip that much easier.
My fingers scurried through the brush on the walk. I took in a deep breath when I saw a glimmer in the un-trimmed hedge. It was a miracle I even saw it, with how tall the blades were that day.
I heard the sound of Piper’s boots hitting the ground as she joined me. I glanced up to see the pink material of her bare midriff top blowing in the wind.
She bent down, holding her knees at my level. “See, there it is. You had no reason to panic. Ariel, you’re such a spaz sometimes.”
I barely heard her, still in full panic mode.
She placed her hand on my shoulder. “That old thing really means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
I nodded, closing my eyes as I gripped the octagonal silver emblem. I slid my thumb across the cool moonstone mounted in the center as I continued to calm down. Opening my eyes, I witnessed the swirl of blue inside the stone which sparkled from the few rays of sunshine that made it through the maple canopy. The rounded, eight-point silver mounting still took my breath away with its incandescent shine. I could feel them. I could feel their arms around me again. Relief set in as I pushed myself to my knees. My fingers studied the clasp, analyzing the problem.
Piper waved her hand in front of my face. “Hey, are you okay? Earth to Ariel!”
I ran my hand through my hair. “I’m fine,” I assured her, having finally regained the mental capacity to speak. “The stupid clasp broke.”
“Hmm. Well you probably shouldn’t wear it again … you know, until you can get it fixed. You don’t want to make things worse by losing it.”
As much as I wished she wasn’t, she was right.
“Yeah. I guess I’ll keep it in my drawer until I can get it fixed.” The necklace was better there than me trying to play doctor on it with my nail tweezers.
My heartbeat still descended from the event as I walked back inside the old cream-colored house. I climbed the staircase to the second floor and pushed open the first door on the right. My door. I walked toward my unfinished armoire and opened the top drawer. My hand felt for the familiar wood of the ornate box the necklace never spent its time in, since I never took it off. I carefully laid my treasure inside, making sure to sit the box upright before I closed the drawer.
I collapsed on my bed, and ran my fingers through my long, black hair. I caught a couple of tangles; probably time for a haircut. The crisp smell of leaves blew in on a gust of wind through the open window, reminding me of why I chose to attend college in the Midwest. In Southern California, there had been only two seasons—hot and swamp-ass hot. But here, there was actually a fall, with brightly colored leaves and cool breezes. I was relieved to be here, in more ways than one.
With a sigh, I turned my head to the right, taking in the assortment of moving boxes that awaited me. I didn’t own much, so it wouldn’t be too hard to get my things put away. I forced myself to get up and get to work.
I did all the necessary housekeeping by putting up posters of famous paintings by artists I could only dream of one day being half as good as, and filling my drawers with clothes. I placed my alarm clock up on the nightstand, and after I unloaded the last box, I put the finishing touches on the room by setting up my easels and paints next to the window. I was looking forward to capturing the beauty of the ever-changing trees and various tones of the fall sky. This was by far my favorite season for painting. There was just so much inspiration everywhere.
“A! The mail carrier is here,” Piper called in her raspy voice. “Come down!”
I didn’t, for the life of me, understand the urgency of the mail’s arrival—unless the carrier was a hot Italian wearing a Speedo, here to invite us to a pool party. Checking the time on my alarm clock, I realized I’d been up here for nearly two hours. I guessed I’d lost track of time trying to get my room in order.
I broke down my empty boxes and dragged them downstairs—might as well be efficient and save myself a trip.
I threw down my boxes when I made it to the door. “What’s the big deal?” I asked, noticing the lack of Speedo on the mailman—and thank God for that. The carrier was a fifty-something man with a beer gut hanging over the top of his pants and tufts of hair sticking out of the neck of his shirt. I didn’t even want to think about the night terrors I would’ve had if I witnessed that bit of unwanted visual information.
Piper signed for the packages and kicked the door shut. “It’s our first pieces of mail in our new house, chica!” she said, bouncing with excitement.
That was just how Piper was, a free spirit, who got enjoyment out of the simplest things in life.
She thumbed through the letters and packages, tossing the junk mail over her shoulder and onto the floor as she went.
I clenched my teeth as I watched her create the mess. She’s your best friend, Ariel. She’s your best friend.
Her fingers stilled when she came across two identical, medium-sized letters. There was one for each of us. “These look important,” she murmured, handing over the letter with my name on it.
I didn’t see the point of opening mine. Instead, I opted to let Piper enjoy the moment. She could tell me what it said.
Her happy dance was reminiscent of a child about to pee her pants as she tore open the envelope. The excitement on her face abruptly faded, the diamond stud in her pointed nose moving as she scrunched it up. “It’s a room change for our first class,” she said in disappointment.
“What?” I asked, tearing my own letter open to confirm. This change-up may not have been a big deal to most, but to me it was a nightmare! I had meticulously planned my schedule to coordinate with my best friend, while perfectly weaving in extra-curricular activities to maximize my time. “Why would they do that?”
“It looks like a last-minute professor change. The new profess
or has a class in the new building after ours, and it’s more convenient for him. What a prick.” She threw down the letter and walked across the room. Plopping down on the couch, she sent another cloud of dust into the air.
“Ugh! This messes up my classes for the rest of the day. How am I supposed to make it clear across campus in the ten minutes I have until my next class? I swear, these professors don’t give a flying sack of crap about us, and to tell us a week before classes start? What the heck is that about?”
Piper stood up from the couch in a huff and grabbed my hand. Dragging me with extremely focused determination, she headed toward the door.
I furrowed my brows, fumbling to keep the letter in my other hand. “Where are we going?”
She didn’t say anything and whipped me in front of her by the arm, now pushing me out the door.
“Piper, come on. What the hell?”
She grabbed her purse and my messenger bag-slash-purse from inside the house, threw them at me, and then locked the door. Turning around, she said two words, “Emergency Room.”
*
A quick, but terribly needed drive for my Piper-diagnosed neurosis later, I sat at a table inside the Emergency Room, aka Demitasse Café. I was fully equipped with my much-needed cup of Chai tea and even more needed peanut butter brownie on a small plate in front of me.
I grabbed my tea cup, blowing away the steam before taking a cautious sip. The familiar blend of black tea, cinnamon, cardamom, and other exotic spices slid over my tongue. The warm, rich Chai went a small way toward soothing my racing mind. Piper should seriously debate changing her major to something within the health field. The girl had a knack for knowing what to do to cure a spaz fit. “It’s almost like they get an extra bonus in their salaries if they can manage to make our lives just that much more miserable.”
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