Christmas Broken: A Romantic YA Christmas Story

By Rusty Fischer

All Rio wants to do over Christmas break is forget about the boy who got her sent to boarding school in the first place. So what's a girl to do when he winds up working at her favorite bookstore-slash-cafe on Christmas Eve?

This 5,590-word short story is 36 pages long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rusty Fischer
• Release date: Mar 23, 2011

Rusty Fischer

Rusty Fischer is a full-time freelance writer, multi-published ghostwriter and the author of dozens of published books across a variety of genres, from nonfiction to fiction, including his popular A Living Dead Love Story series from Medallion Press. Visit him at www.rustyfischer.com to read more!

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Christmas Broken:

A Romantic YA Christmas Story

By Rusty Fischer, author of A Town Called Snowflake

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Christmas Broken

Rusty Fischer

Copyright 2012 by Rusty Fischer

Smashwords Edition

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This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

Cover credit: © Maksim Šmeljov – Fotolia.com

This story was formerly released under the title A Silent Night in Snowflake.

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Author’s Note:

The following is a FREE short story edited by the author himself. If you see any glaring mistakes, I apologize and hope you don’t take it out on my poor characters, who had nothing to do with their author’s bad grammar! Happy reading… and happy holidays!

Enjoy!

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Christmas Broken:

A Romantic YA Christmas Story

Mom is hanging the star on the Christmas tree when her cell phone starts barking.

You heard me right; barking.

Yes, she is one of those people; those people who think that the barking dog version of 12 Days of Christmas is not only cute, but cute enough to use as their ringtone from pretty much the day after Thanksgiving to Valentine’s Day.

Oh honey, she coos in her I’ve-already-had-two-glasses-of-wine-before-dinner voice, one bare foot perched precariously on the wobbly dinner chair and the other in the air as she leans into the tree. That’s probably Derek. Can you get it and tell him I’m… indisposed… at the moment.

Ugghh, I hate it