I’m in love–with my new story and
characters in LAST CHRISTMAS, the novella I’m writing for our LOVE CHRISTMAS
Romance Collection.
characters in LAST CHRISTMAS, the novella I’m writing for our LOVE CHRISTMAS
Romance Collection.
I can’t think of anything more fun than
throwing a man and a woman together and proving to them that they are made for
each other. Oh, and creating the small towns in my stories is great fun too. In
LAST CHRISTMAS, I found Estacado, an old ghost town in the Texas Panhandle that
was perfect for my needs. I renamed it New Estacado, a Spanglish combination
that made it perfect for the Texas setting.
throwing a man and a woman together and proving to them that they are made for
each other. Oh, and creating the small towns in my stories is great fun too. In
LAST CHRISTMAS, I found Estacado, an old ghost town in the Texas Panhandle that
was perfect for my needs. I renamed it New Estacado, a Spanglish combination
that made it perfect for the Texas setting.
Then there’s the…oh, wait. Why don’t I
just post the first chapter since it’s my turn to give you a sneak peek from my
unedited manuscript? I’m excited about LOVE CHRISTMAS, our 2016 Holiday Romance
Collection. I hope you enjoy this excerpt because I’m having a blast writing
this story.
just post the first chapter since it’s my turn to give you a sneak peek from my
unedited manuscript? I’m excited about LOVE CHRISTMAS, our 2016 Holiday Romance
Collection. I hope you enjoy this excerpt because I’m having a blast writing
this story.
Last Christmas_1000x1500LAST CHRISTMAS
by Joan Reeves © 2016
CHAPTER 1
How long did it take for a broken
heart to heal? Annabelle Cooper stared at the framed photograph she’d pulled from
the packing box. To her dismay, her hand trembled and her chest tightened,
making her lungs feel as if all the air in her bedroom had been sucked out into
the cold December night.
heart to heal? Annabelle Cooper stared at the framed photograph she’d pulled from
the packing box. To her dismay, her hand trembled and her chest tightened,
making her lungs feel as if all the air in her bedroom had been sucked out into
the cold December night.
Her heart pounded so hard she
swore she could hear it over the blustering north wind that swept down through
the Texas Panhandle and rattled the old-fashioned windows in her grandmother’s
Victorian house. Annabelle couldn’t stop herself from lifting the photograph
and studying the smiling couple, each wearing a Santa hat. She looked so happy,
so…innocent, in the photograph taken last Christmas at her friend Mary Beth’s
party.
swore she could hear it over the blustering north wind that swept down through
the Texas Panhandle and rattled the old-fashioned windows in her grandmother’s
Victorian house. Annabelle couldn’t stop herself from lifting the photograph
and studying the smiling couple, each wearing a Santa hat. She looked so happy,
so…innocent, in the photograph taken last Christmas at her friend Mary Beth’s
party.
Innocent? She gave a snort of
derision. She hadn’t been innocent. She’d been pathetically dumb. Scorn at her
naiveté dampened the pain as Annabelle stared at the photograph. Her eyes
stung, but she wouldn’t allow herself to shed another tear over what had been
the worst mistake she’d ever made.
derision. She hadn’t been innocent. She’d been pathetically dumb. Scorn at her
naiveté dampened the pain as Annabelle stared at the photograph. Her eyes
stung, but she wouldn’t allow herself to shed another tear over what had been
the worst mistake she’d ever made.
Why did it still hurt so much?
Despite all she’d done to banish
Rick Lassiter from her mind and her heart, the photograph shattered the
illusion that she was over the man who’d swept her off her feet and into a
weekend of passion, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She blinked
rapidly. The trouble was she had experienced very little in her twenty-five
years. She had been nearly as virginal as a heroine in the Regency romance
novels she’d always loved. In all honesty, an urban teen probably had more
sexual experience than Annabelle had possessed a year ago.
Rick Lassiter from her mind and her heart, the photograph shattered the
illusion that she was over the man who’d swept her off her feet and into a
weekend of passion, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She blinked
rapidly. The trouble was she had experienced very little in her twenty-five
years. She had been nearly as virginal as a heroine in the Regency romance
novels she’d always loved. In all honesty, an urban teen probably had more
sexual experience than Annabelle had possessed a year ago.
Even in the photo, Lassiter drew
her as no man ever had. His ebony hair was hidden by the Santa hat, but his
laughing eyes—so dark they appeared black—drew her gaze even now. His smile
compelled a smile in return. Her hands were clasped on his shoulder, but his
arms were folded, his chin resting on his hands. She was the one clinging to
him. The clinging was not mutual. That should have been her first clue.
her as no man ever had. His ebony hair was hidden by the Santa hat, but his
laughing eyes—so dark they appeared black—drew her gaze even now. His smile
compelled a smile in return. Her hands were clasped on his shoulder, but his
arms were folded, his chin resting on his hands. She was the one clinging to
him. The clinging was not mutual. That should have been her first clue.
“Annabelle?” Her grandmother’s
voice warbled up to the second floor.
voice warbled up to the second floor.
Annabelle took a deep breath and
released it slowly before answering. “Yes, ma’am?”
released it slowly before answering. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Come on down, sugar. The first
guests are getting out of their cars.”
guests are getting out of their cars.”
“I’ll be right there,” Annabelle
called. She imagined her grandmother, the original Annabelle Edna, was peeking
through the lace curtains over the front windows like an excited little girl
instead of like the white-haired senior citizen she was.
called. She imagined her grandmother, the original Annabelle Edna, was peeking
through the lace curtains over the front windows like an excited little girl
instead of like the white-haired senior citizen she was.
Annabelle looked back at the
framed photo she still held. Her hand tightened on the wooden frame until her
knuckles whitened. She wanted to fling it against the wall and smash it into a
million pieces the way Rick Lassiter had smashed her heart.
framed photo she still held. Her hand tightened on the wooden frame until her
knuckles whitened. She wanted to fling it against the wall and smash it into a
million pieces the way Rick Lassiter had smashed her heart.
“Denial, anger, bargaining,
depression, acceptance,” she whispered as if they were her mantra. “You are at
acceptance. You will not regress,” she vowed in a fierce whisper. She loosened
her fingers and let the framed photograph fall to the jewel-toned oriental rug.
It landed with a soft thud. Deliberately, Annabelle stepped on the photo and
heard glass break.
depression, acceptance,” she whispered as if they were her mantra. “You are at
acceptance. You will not regress,” she vowed in a fierce whisper. She loosened
her fingers and let the framed photograph fall to the jewel-toned oriental rug.
It landed with a soft thud. Deliberately, Annabelle stepped on the photo and
heard glass break.
Okay. Maybe she hadn’t yet
graduated from the anger stage of grief.
graduated from the anger stage of grief.
Not in a rush to join the elderly
early arrivals since she saw them just about every day now that she’d moved
back to New Estacado, Annabelle lingered over the box. She found a “Playbill”
from Houston’s Theater Under the Stars, a ticket stub from the blockbuster
movie that had been showing last December, and a menu from her favorite Mexican
restaurant. Damn. Everything in the box was a memento of—what? Her love affair?
early arrivals since she saw them just about every day now that she’d moved
back to New Estacado, Annabelle lingered over the box. She found a “Playbill”
from Houston’s Theater Under the Stars, a ticket stub from the blockbuster
movie that had been showing last December, and a menu from her favorite Mexican
restaurant. Damn. Everything in the box was a memento of—what? Her love affair?
Mary Beth, her friend and
neighbor in the Houston apartment complex, had called it a fling. Mary Beth had
lots of flings so she hadn’t understood why Annabelle had been so distraught
when Rick had disappeared. When she’d learned that much of what he’d told her
were lies, she’d been devastated.
neighbor in the Houston apartment complex, had called it a fling. Mary Beth had
lots of flings so she hadn’t understood why Annabelle had been so distraught
when Rick had disappeared. When she’d learned that much of what he’d told her
were lies, she’d been devastated.
Ah. Realization dawned. Mary Beth
had packed all of this rather than consigning the lot to the dumpster as
Annabelle had instructed after the April flood had invaded their respective
ground-floor apartments and destroyed everything in its smelly, muddy path.
had packed all of this rather than consigning the lot to the dumpster as
Annabelle had instructed after the April flood had invaded their respective
ground-floor apartments and destroyed everything in its smelly, muddy path.
Annabelle had lost her heart in
December, and the swollen Cypress Creek had taken most of her possessions—even
her little Toyota in the parking lot. Aggravated that she was again obsessing
over what had happened with Lassiter, she folded the flaps of the cardboard box
closed. Maybe Mary Beth liked dwelling on her old flings, but Annabelle didn’t.
She’d left Houston, hoping to leave her mistakes in the past. That’s where a…a
reprobate like Lassiter belonged. In the past.
December, and the swollen Cypress Creek had taken most of her possessions—even
her little Toyota in the parking lot. Aggravated that she was again obsessing
over what had happened with Lassiter, she folded the flaps of the cardboard box
closed. Maybe Mary Beth liked dwelling on her old flings, but Annabelle didn’t.
She’d left Houston, hoping to leave her mistakes in the past. That’s where a…a
reprobate like Lassiter belonged. In the past.
Annabelle snorted. Maybe
reprobate was old-fashioned, but she was old-fashioned too even if her
strait-laced morality was over-compensation for the apathetic neglect of a
mother who was the embodiment of promiscuity.
reprobate was old-fashioned, but she was old-fashioned too even if her
strait-laced morality was over-compensation for the apathetic neglect of a
mother who was the embodiment of promiscuity.
Reprobate. Scoundrel. No-good
waste of skin walking the planet. That’s what Lassiter was. She’d certainly
treat him differently if she met him today. She’d recognize him now for what he
was. A lying, manipulative scum of the earth man-slut. Annabelle slapped the
carton. After the party, she’d toss the photograph and everything in the box
into the trash where it belonged.
waste of skin walking the planet. That’s what Lassiter was. She’d certainly
treat him differently if she met him today. She’d recognize him now for what he
was. A lying, manipulative scum of the earth man-slut. Annabelle slapped the
carton. After the party, she’d toss the photograph and everything in the box
into the trash where it belonged.
A quick glance at her reflection
in the Queen Anne cheval mirror told her she hadn’t messed up her hair or
wrinkled the full skirt of the emerald velvet evening gown. Fortunately, her
exterior didn’t reveal the emotions seething within. She looked fine. She
practiced a smile, took a deep breath, and left her bedroom, closing the door
behind her.
in the Queen Anne cheval mirror told her she hadn’t messed up her hair or
wrinkled the full skirt of the emerald velvet evening gown. Fortunately, her
exterior didn’t reveal the emotions seething within. She looked fine. She
practiced a smile, took a deep breath, and left her bedroom, closing the door
behind her.
Laughter and holiday greetings
floated to her as she started down the steep staircase. The college girl who
had been hired to play Christmas carols on the baby grand piano situated in front
of the bay window in the living room had begun with a jazzy version of “Jingle
Bells.”
floated to her as she started down the steep staircase. The college girl who
had been hired to play Christmas carols on the baby grand piano situated in front
of the bay window in the living room had begun with a jazzy version of “Jingle
Bells.”
Annabelle took the steps
carefully , in deference to the black silk evening shoes with four-inch heels.
Sexy shoes weren’t necessarily safe on steep stair treads. When she’d been a
child, she’d never bothered with the steps when going downstairs. She smiled at
the memory of riding the banister from her turret bedroom to the black and
white marble tiles of the foyer.
carefully , in deference to the black silk evening shoes with four-inch heels.
Sexy shoes weren’t necessarily safe on steep stair treads. When she’d been a
child, she’d never bothered with the steps when going downstairs. She smiled at
the memory of riding the banister from her turret bedroom to the black and
white marble tiles of the foyer.
A frigid blast from the front
door heralded more guests arriving. Chilled, she stepped onto the polished
tiles. The noise level wasn’t uncomfortable. Yet. The pianist segued into “O
Holy Night.” People in various styles of holiday dress—some in evening attire,
some in cowboy shirts and stiff blue jeans—milled around, propelled inward
every few minutes by new arrivals. Waiters, college students home for the
holidays, circulated with trays of champagne flutes and platters of finger
foods.
door heralded more guests arriving. Chilled, she stepped onto the polished
tiles. The noise level wasn’t uncomfortable. Yet. The pianist segued into “O
Holy Night.” People in various styles of holiday dress—some in evening attire,
some in cowboy shirts and stiff blue jeans—milled around, propelled inward
every few minutes by new arrivals. Waiters, college students home for the
holidays, circulated with trays of champagne flutes and platters of finger
foods.
Annabelle smiled at her
grandmother. Her Namesy. When she’d been a child, she’d heard the word namesake
often and had come to think namesake meant her grandmother. Her toddler’s
effort to pronounce the word namesake had come out as “Namesy” to the delight
of her grandmother who immediately adopted the name as being far more original
than any of the other grandmother nicknames.
grandmother. Her Namesy. When she’d been a child, she’d heard the word namesake
often and had come to think namesake meant her grandmother. Her toddler’s
effort to pronounce the word namesake had come out as “Namesy” to the delight
of her grandmother who immediately adopted the name as being far more original
than any of the other grandmother nicknames.
“I’ll man the door,” she murmured
in Namesy’s ear. “Go to the living room and hold court.”
in Namesy’s ear. “Go to the living room and hold court.”
Her grandmother smiled and
strolled away as the pianist launched into “Blue Christmas.”
strolled away as the pianist launched into “Blue Christmas.”
Glad her grandmother had
acquiesced so easily, Annabelle assumed the duties of hostess at the door.
“Merry Christmas and welcome to the Gazette’s Christmas Open House,” she
greeted, taking a minute or two to chat with each guest and direct them to the
buffet in the dining room. By the time Vince Sanchez, her late grandfather’s
best friend, arrived, Annabelle was convinced that the house couldn’t hold
another person. She was beginning to think the velvet might have been a poor choice
because she felt overly warm in the crush of the party guests.
acquiesced so easily, Annabelle assumed the duties of hostess at the door.
“Merry Christmas and welcome to the Gazette’s Christmas Open House,” she
greeted, taking a minute or two to chat with each guest and direct them to the
buffet in the dining room. By the time Vince Sanchez, her late grandfather’s
best friend, arrived, Annabelle was convinced that the house couldn’t hold
another person. She was beginning to think the velvet might have been a poor choice
because she felt overly warm in the crush of the party guests.
“Merry Christmas, Mayor Sanchez,
and welcome to the Gazette’s Christmas Open House.” The portly Hispanic man
who’d been mayor for as long as she could remember, bellowed a holiday greeting
to her and chucked her under the chin as if she were still ten years old.
and welcome to the Gazette’s Christmas Open House.” The portly Hispanic man
who’d been mayor for as long as she could remember, bellowed a holiday greeting
to her and chucked her under the chin as if she were still ten years old.
Annabelle winced. “Is your
hearing aid turned on, Mayor?” She pantomimed the question.
hearing aid turned on, Mayor?” She pantomimed the question.
He laughed and pulled two small
devices out his coat pocket and put one into each ear. “Is that better?” he
asked, his voice starting loud and then lowering. He cocked his head and
listened. “Hey, Edna did get that kid to play her piano for the party. Nice.”
devices out his coat pocket and put one into each ear. “Is that better?” he
asked, his voice starting loud and then lowering. He cocked his head and
listened. “Hey, Edna did get that kid to play her piano for the party. Nice.”
The pianist did a slow run on the
piano keys and then launched into “The First Noel.” Annabelle smiled. “Yes the
music is good and so is your volume now.”
piano keys and then launched into “The First Noel.” Annabelle smiled. “Yes the
music is good and so is your volume now.”
The Mayor chucked her under the
chin again. “Funny girl. I’ve got a scoop for you, Annie Belly.”
chin again. “Funny girl. I’ve got a scoop for you, Annie Belly.”
At hearing the name her
grandfather always called her, Annabelle’s throat tightened. “And what might
that be, Mayor?” she asked, smiling fondly at him and at the memory.
grandfather always called her, Annabelle’s throat tightened. “And what might
that be, Mayor?” she asked, smiling fondly at him and at the memory.
Before he could reply, the door
opened again and a blond woman Annabelle’s age rushed in, shutting the door
behind her with a bit more force than was needed.
opened again and a blond woman Annabelle’s age rushed in, shutting the door
behind her with a bit more force than was needed.
“I swear. I don’t see why Daddy
won’t move to Miami, or at least Galveston. These Panhandle winters are too
damned cold. It’s already iced over out there. I might as well be on a
mountaintop in Montana,” the blonde complained.
won’t move to Miami, or at least Galveston. These Panhandle winters are too
damned cold. It’s already iced over out there. I might as well be on a
mountaintop in Montana,” the blonde complained.
Annabelle firmly repressed a
sigh. Namesy called Brianna Walker the town’s richest daughter. Annabelle had a
different noun to describe the whining party girl. She’d oped Brianna would
have had a red carpet in Hollywood to strut or a late dinner at Tavern on the
Green in the Big Apple to jet off to. But, no. Apparently, the daughter of one
of the richest men in the Texas Panhandle had nothing better to do than bring
her pseudo sophistication to Namesy’s Christmas open house.
sigh. Namesy called Brianna Walker the town’s richest daughter. Annabelle had a
different noun to describe the whining party girl. She’d oped Brianna would
have had a red carpet in Hollywood to strut or a late dinner at Tavern on the
Green in the Big Apple to jet off to. But, no. Apparently, the daughter of one
of the richest men in the Texas Panhandle had nothing better to do than bring
her pseudo sophistication to Namesy’s Christmas open house.
Annabelle welcomed her the same
as she’d done the other guests. She wasn’t surprised when Brianna shrugged out
of the full-length mink coat and tossed it to Annabelle. “Take care of this for
me, will you, Annabelle? Put it where I can get it when I’m ready to leave,”
she ordered. “And be careful with it. You wouldn’t be able to pay for it if you
damaged it. I’m in serious need of a drink to warm me up.”
as she’d done the other guests. She wasn’t surprised when Brianna shrugged out
of the full-length mink coat and tossed it to Annabelle. “Take care of this for
me, will you, Annabelle? Put it where I can get it when I’m ready to leave,”
she ordered. “And be careful with it. You wouldn’t be able to pay for it if you
damaged it. I’m in serious need of a drink to warm me up.”
Annabelle bit back a retort and
said only, “Sure thing, Brianna. Excuse me, Mayor. I’ll be right back to
discuss your scoop.”
said only, “Sure thing, Brianna. Excuse me, Mayor. I’ll be right back to
discuss your scoop.”
Annabelle walked to the right of
the front door and opened double doors that led into what had been her
grandfather’s domain, the library. She wadded the coat into a rough round
shape. “Here you go, Brianna,” she muttered and hurled the coat at the small
sofa against the windows. The coat landed halfway between the doors and the
sofa. Annabelle nodded. “Coat taken care of.”
the front door and opened double doors that led into what had been her
grandfather’s domain, the library. She wadded the coat into a rough round
shape. “Here you go, Brianna,” she muttered and hurled the coat at the small
sofa against the windows. The coat landed halfway between the doors and the
sofa. Annabelle nodded. “Coat taken care of.”
The song changed to “Last
Christmas.” That had been one of her Annabelle’s favorite Christmas songs. She
loved the Wham version and the more recent Taylor Swift version too. Or she had
loved it until last Christmas when she’d been foolish enough to give her heart
to a man who truly had thrown it away. Lassiter. Was everything about Christmas
going to make her think of him? She snagged two glasses of champagne from a
passing waiter’s tray and found the mayor who hadn’t moved very far from the
front door.
Christmas.” That had been one of her Annabelle’s favorite Christmas songs. She
loved the Wham version and the more recent Taylor Swift version too. Or she had
loved it until last Christmas when she’d been foolish enough to give her heart
to a man who truly had thrown it away. Lassiter. Was everything about Christmas
going to make her think of him? She snagged two glasses of champagne from a
passing waiter’s tray and found the mayor who hadn’t moved very far from the
front door.
“Here you go, mister Mayor. I
know it’s not beer, but you know champagne and eggnog are the only drinks
Namesy serves at her Christmas party.”
know it’s not beer, but you know champagne and eggnog are the only drinks
Namesy serves at her Christmas party.”
The Mayor grimaced. “Just hold
onto those two glasses. I’ve got someone I want you to meet. You can give him
that soda pop with the bubbles.”
onto those two glasses. I’ve got someone I want you to meet. You can give him
that soda pop with the bubbles.”
Annabelle laughed. “Someone to
meet? I already know everyone in the three towns that make up the Gazette’s
circulation.”
meet? I already know everyone in the three towns that make up the Gazette’s
circulation.”
“Believe it or not, we’ve got a
newcomer in town. He just got in today. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised
Brianna roped him into bringing her to the party. I guess he’s parking the car
since she came in alone.”
newcomer in town. He just got in today. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised
Brianna roped him into bringing her to the party. I guess he’s parking the car
since she came in alone.”
Annabelle gave an exaggerated
sigh. “The only new male in the Panhandle, and Brianna already has him lassoed.
I didn’t even get a shot at him,” she joked.
sigh. “The only new male in the Panhandle, and Brianna already has him lassoed.
I didn’t even get a shot at him,” she joked.
“You know what they say, sugar.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “You snooze; you lose.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “You snooze; you lose.”
“I wasn’t snoozing. I’ve been
busy since moving back.”
busy since moving back.”
“Well, you haven’t been to any
city council meetings. Your grandmother is still covering those. If you had,
you’d have met the new guy because he was at the last two monthly meetings.”
city council meetings. Your grandmother is still covering those. If you had,
you’d have met the new guy because he was at the last two monthly meetings.”
“Right. Like Brianna met him at a
city council meeting?”
city council meeting?”
The Mayor laughed. “I’m pretty
sure it would be a sign that they were ice skating in hell if she ever came to
a city council meeting. Personally, I think the girl has guy radar that picks
up any male within a hundred miles.”
sure it would be a sign that they were ice skating in hell if she ever came to
a city council meeting. Personally, I think the girl has guy radar that picks
up any male within a hundred miles.”
The Mayor’s smile broadened. He
waved at someone standing behind her. “Here he is. Annabelle, I want you to
meet our new Sheriff.”
waved at someone standing behind her. “Here he is. Annabelle, I want you to
meet our new Sheriff.”
“Interim Sheriff,” a husky
masculine voice corrected.
masculine voice corrected.
That voice short-circuited
Annabelle’s brain. She forgot to breathe. The tiny hairs on the back of her
neck rose in alarm. Buzzing like that of a million bees filled her ears. She
couldn’t turn to see the source of her danger. From the corner of her eye, a
man entered her field of vision. Her eyes widened as he stopped in front of
her.
Annabelle’s brain. She forgot to breathe. The tiny hairs on the back of her
neck rose in alarm. Buzzing like that of a million bees filled her ears. She
couldn’t turn to see the source of her danger. From the corner of her eye, a
man entered her field of vision. Her eyes widened as he stopped in front of
her.
“Annabelle, this is my score of
the century. I’ve got us a guy with actual law enforcement background,” the
Mayor prattled. “Say hello to…” The mayor’s voice trailed off. “Annie Belly,
are you all right? You look kind of funny.”
the century. I’ve got us a guy with actual law enforcement background,” the
Mayor prattled. “Say hello to…” The mayor’s voice trailed off. “Annie Belly,
are you all right? You look kind of funny.”
Annabelle’s eyes connected with
the nearly black eyes of the handsome man in a charcoal gray suit, white shirt,
and red-patterned silk tie. She could only stare as she felt every last drop of
blood drain from her face. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.
the nearly black eyes of the handsome man in a charcoal gray suit, white shirt,
and red-patterned silk tie. She could only stare as she felt every last drop of
blood drain from her face. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you,”
the man said gravely, as if he didn’t know her from Adam.
the man said gravely, as if he didn’t know her from Adam.
Fury flowed into the vacuum
created by the absence of thought and words. Annabelle murmured, “So nice to
meet you too.”
created by the absence of thought and words. Annabelle murmured, “So nice to
meet you too.”
Then she flung the contents of
both champagne flutes into Rick Lassiter’s face.
both champagne flutes into Rick Lassiter’s face.
The
End…For Now
End…For Now
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They have 4 children who think they are adults and a ghost dog, all the ingredients for a life full of love and warmed by laughter.
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