Anyone who knows me knows this is my favorite time of the year! I become like a big kid all over again with decorating, the music, shopping, the Christmas cartoons and specials, and all the joy that comes with this time of the year. Perhaps, the most important thing to me is worshipping at church during the season, watching the programs, and the gentle reminders of the "reason for the season."
A few years ago, I began a story on my old blog that I posted each day regarding a fictional family and their struggles during the Christmas season. And because it was Christmas, I had to implement an HEA, which is not typical of my normal writing style. Well, I've decided to start another story this year on this blog, similar to that one. Each Wednesday I plan to post a portion of the story for your reading pleasure. I hope that you enjoy, share it with others and come back for more.
Here's the first snippet of "A Little Mistletoe."
Isabella sat staring out the window at the freshly fallen snow. The big flurries had turned into small flakes over the last hour. She released a sigh, remembering that this was supposed to be her Christmas present to her boyfriend Troy. Heartbroken over the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex-girlfriend, she had broken up with him and refused to take his phone calls. Unfortunately, she could not get a refund on the trip. So now she sat all alone in the room of her resort in the beautiful town of Taos, New Mexico.
She wiped away a stray tear, as she watched couples coming and going as they prepared to take the lift up the mountain.
“I’m supposed to be on one of those lifts, skiing with my boo,” she cried alone in the room.
Making up her mind that she would at least enjoy a little skiing while she was here, she went into the bathroom to wash her face and reapply her makeup.
Isabella grabbed her cell phone and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans. Throwing on her parka, gloves, scarf and hat she headed for the door.
Her only regret was that she had not purchased the insurance for this vacation. It would not have allowed her to get a full refund, but she could have swapped dates. She wanted her sister Natalie to come on the trip with her, but she was unable to take time from work until a few weeks later. Isabella had no choice but to come alone.
The cold stung her cheeks, but the fresh air was good for her lungs and heart. Traversing down those hills had allowed her to feel free and lightweight, as if all her burdens had been lifted. She checked her skis back in and prepared to head back to the lodge.
“Excuse me, miss?” called a smooth, rich voice.
She stopped in her tracks and turned towards the voice. “Yes?” she asked, removing her goggles.
“You dropped your glove back there,” he said, extending a silver glove towards her.
“Oh, thanks.” Isabella took the glove, turned her back on him and continued her trek to the lodge.
“Excuse me, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t throw it,” she replied dryly.
“Wow! So, what’s his name?” he asked, jogging to catch up to her.
“The guy who broke your heart.”
Isabella stopped in her tracks, looked at the stranger, and picked her stride up once more.
“I’m sorry. I was out of line, I had no right. It’s just that, a beautiful lady, such as yourself with so much sadness in your eyes and ice in your words…nothing can take away your sunshine except heartbreak.”
“Look, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. I’m not into fortune-telling, because I just don’t believe in it. What is that I can do for you, Mr…?”
“Kyle. Kyle Shaw. Now can I have yours?”
“Mr. Shaw, I’m here on a vacation to get some relaxation and peace. I want nothing more. Thank you for giving me my glove, but if there’s nothing else, I will let you be on your way.”
“Actually, there’s one more thing.”
“What’s that?” she asked, as they stepped up to the front of the lodge.
“I’d love it if you would have a cup of hot chocolate with me, before we part ways,” he said, causing a dimple to wink at her when he smiled.
Prepared to make another snappy comment, Isabella froze as her breath caught in her throat. Just over Mr. Shaw’s shoulder, she saw her ex, Troy, stepping out of his SUV. He rounded the vehicle and opened the door to Kayla, his “ex-girlfriend.”
Isabella felt her heart shatter to the ground and could actually hear it tinkling, as it splintered into several glass shards. Just as the two turned to where she stood facing, Mr. Shaw, Isabella grabbed him by the coat and pulled him to her.
Pushing her mouth against his, she kissed him with an urgency that she had not known existed. She was amazed when his soft, pliant lips opened up to her and began curiously searching her mouth. What began as a whim turned into something more. Isabella enjoyed the spicy, cinnamon taste on his tongue.
“Bella?” Troy called out in amazement as he and Kayla came up beside her.
Breathless from the kiss, she pulled back and stared into Mr. Shaw’s questioning gaze. She implored him silently with her eyes not to say a word.
Not turning to look at Troy, she replied, “Yes?” still weakened by the intensity of the kiss.
“Uh, whaddya doin’?” Troy questioned.
She turned a wicked gaze his way. “Troy, I don’t think you have any right to be questioning what I do and whom I do it with anymore.”
Smiling pleasantly at Mr. Shaw she took her game a step further. “Kyle, this is Troy, my ex. And Troy this is—”
“Kyle Shaw. Her man, pleased to meet you,” Kyle replied, extending his hand towards Troy with a smirk dancing around his lips.
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