Saving Santa

By Melissa Hosack

Cara Faulk has always loved Christmas and delights in anything related to the holiday season, but even she finds it odd when two elves show up at her door offering her a paid vacation. As they approach their destination—the North Pole—things get even stranger. Cara is informed that the elves would like her to seduce Santa, because Christmas is in need of a Mrs. Clause.

Extremely reluctant about this new adventure, Cara is thrown once again when she is berated and hollered at in the elf workshop by none other than Chris Kringle himself. She doesn’t know what is more shocking, the fact that Santa is drop dead gorgeous or that he’s arrogant, self-centered, and anti-social.

Despite their less than stellar introduction, Cara finds she can’t resist Chris. His life is enchanting, and his dedication to his work humbling. She finds herself drawn to him despite his egotism and their frequent shouting matches. The two dance back and forth between a love/hate relationship. Neither wishes to marry or be a part of the elves’ plot, but they can’t seem to keep their hands off of one another. As the holiday’s end draws near, Cara is torn with giving up Chris and the magical life she’s been introduced to and admitting that she might just be falling in love with Santa.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771302272

Melissa Hosack

Melissa lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband, Jeremy, and her son, Marshall Frost. Her favorite genre to write is Paranormal Romance.Melissa attended London School of Journalism where she received her certificate in Novel Writing in 2011. She writes a monthly short story column titled Frequent Flyer for a government newsletter.

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Copyright© 2012 Melissa Hosack

ISBN: 978-1-77130-227-2

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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DEDICATION

I would like to dedicate Saving Santa to my readers.  Thank you for all of the support shown to me. You guys are the best!

SAVING SANTA

Melissa Hosack

Copyright © 2012

Prologue

I’ve always been a big fan of the Christmas season. As a child, I would stomp through the snow-covered woods near our home to pick out the perfect tree with my father. The two of us would then drag it home where my mother and sister were waiting with warm eggnog, another holiday favorite. Every year, I wrote a letter to Santa, believing in my heart that he would read it with care.

As an adult, my love of the holiday hasn’t diminished. I now live in a big city, so I’ve traded in the fresh pine for a fake tree equipped with built-in twinkly lights. Nowadays, I spike my eggnog, too. I still write that letter to Santa, but I no longer mail it to the North Pole.

With all my gusto for the holidays, nothing prepared me for the couple that stood expectantly outside my apartment door. I’d just finished lugging my tree up from storage when I heard the persistent knock. Dropping the awkward box, I threw open the door with a cheery smile. Hell…o… I trailed off in surprise.

In the hallway were a man and woman, both no taller than four feet. They were dressed in attire that would have fit right in with the Christmas setup at the mall. They wore green and red elf costumes made of a fine looking velvet, their outfits completed by little bells on the tips of their shoes and hats.

Cara Faulk? the woman inquired in a squeaky yet angelic voice. On my stunned nod, she continued, I’m Emma. This is Bernie. When the man didn’t respond, Emma elbowed him in the ribs, finally producing a cordial nod. We’re… She glanced at Bernie before turning back to me with a winning smile. We’re here to congratulate you on your sweepstakes winning! You’re in for a real treat. You’ve won an all-expense paid vacation for the weeks leading up to Christmas.

I didn’t enter any sweepstakes, I said with confusion, looking between the pair.

Your co-workers entered you, Emma jumped in quickly. Bernie only nodded his head in silent agreement as Emma added, They will be so happy to hear you’ve won.

Co-workers? I asked in astonishment. I pictured the two other employees of the small office firm I worked for. Bertha was going through menopause and hated everyone in sight. Markus was too wrapped up in his online RPGs to notice anything other than dragons and orcs. The idea of either of them giving me a thought was hard to imagine.

Don’t ask so many questions, Emma said, her high voice sharp with reprimand. You’re about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. Taking my hand,