A Very Maxie Christmas (Maxie Duncan short story): Maxie Duncan Series

By Melissa L. Webb

 It's Christmas time for L.A.'s newest witch, but all Maxie wants to do is Bah Humbug her way through it. This will be her first Christmas without her parents and her friends have been called away. She thinks it's a blue, blue holiday until things get worst.

 

Katelyn, one of the Hotel DenMark maids, was just dumped by her fiancé on Christmas Eve. She's a sobbing mess and Maxie knows how it feels. After all, her fiancé broke up with her in a restaurant.

 

Maxie decides it might be time to meddle again. She's got a few spells up her sleeve to insure Katelyn gets her man back. After all, there's no point in both of them being miserable for Christmas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa L. Webb
• Release date: Feb 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781502270740

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May the season bring you all that you desire.  Whether it’s love and health for those around you or a really killer pair of six-inch heels.

Merry Christmas!

The sickening sweet song poured out of the radio, its sound edged with the merriment of the season.  Turning it off quickly, I silenced their cheer.

Bah Humbug!

That was me this year, Miss Scrooge.  I wanted Christmas over as soon as possible.  And as painlessly as it could be.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m usually all about lights, mistletoe, and eggnog, but this year I just didn’t have anything to be jolly about.  I should.  Goodness knows I was where I was meant to be.  I should have been celebrating my shoes off, having the time of my life.

But here I was, standing behind the check-in counter at the Hotel DenMark and growling like the Grinch.  It was Christmas Eve morning and I wanted the day to be over.  Now.

I could go back to the Cove, watch cheesy movies with Van, and hope that the next day wouldn’t be steeped in unbearable misery. 

This would be my first Christmas without my parents.  I was used to the whole family thing.  I’d wake up, smell turkeys roasting in the ovens on my way downstairs, and find my parents seated around the Christmas tree sipping eggnog, their joy reflected in the lights shining on their faces.

Now, maybe I’m a little too old to have those traditions, but I do.  And it was killing me I couldn’t have them this year.  I invited my parents out to L.A. for the holidays.  I had even reserved the DenMark’s penthouse for them.  It would be perfect.  My old family and my