Under the Mistletoe
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1975: Dorothy Robbins is working hard to build up her Leaving Legend Fund. But she’s waitressing at Jim Bob’s Saloon, where the only thing worse than the tips are the songs on the jukebox. Charles McClain is back in town, but just for the holidays. Can the path that leads you away also bring you home?
It’s Christmas... The air is cold, hearts are warm, and mistletoe is overhead when you least expect it. Spend your holiday in Legend with this series prequel, and discover that love is sweeter, and hot cocoa tastes better, in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains!
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The McClains of Legend, Tennessee is a contemporary romance series, providing wholesome, heartwarming romance books for anyone who loves a happily-ever-after. Readers enjoy becoming immersed in the lives and loves of the large, sometimes exasperating, and always entertaining McClain family, to whom Legend has been home for generations.
Readers have said they'd like to move to the fictional town of Legend, Tennessee. Perhaps their strong positive reaction to the town is because it's so believable, while still providing that always-required happy ending.
The stories can be read as stand alones, or sequentially:
Midnight in Legend, TN
Christmas Collision
Where Her Heart Is
Building a Dream
Second Chances
Christmas Charm: a short story
Home for Christmas
Retro novellas:
-Under the Mistletoe (set in 1975), and
-The Holly and the Ivy (set in 1978)
**This title was previously published by Resplendence Publishing LLC and Turquoise Morning Press.**
Magdalena Scott
USA Today Bestselling Author Magdalena Scott writes sweet romance and romantic women's fiction.A lifelong resident of Small Town America, she invites readers into her world to find out what’s hidden just below the surface of those tiny dots barely visible on the map. Romance, mystery, and the journey to be one's best self are all part of a day in her neighborhood. Readers have commented that they'd like to move to the imaginary towns Magdalena writes about, which she takes as high praise indeed.Magdalena is a practicing minimalist, having downsized from a 3,000 square foot house to a studio apartment, where her Giant Closet continues to resist taming. When not writing at home, she loves to travel--carry on baggage only--and is always pleasantly surprised at the kindness of strangers.
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Under the Mistletoe - Magdalena Scott
Under the Mistletoe
The McClains of Legend, Tennessee - Prequel #1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Magdalena Scott
Copyright
Under the Mistletoe - Copyright Magdalena Scott
Published October 2015 by Jewel Box Books
Previously published by Turquoise Morning Press, Dec. 2012. Revised and updated, Oct. 2013.
Originally published by Resplendence Publishing
Cover Design by Calliope Designs
Photo by http://www.thinkstockphotos.com/
WARNING: All rights reserved.
The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work, in whole or in part, in any form, is illegal and forbidden without the written permission of the author, Magdalena Scott.
This is a work of fiction.
Characters, settings, names, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, places, settings or occurrences are purely coincidental.
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The town of Legend, Tennessee, and its residents live in the imaginations of its authors: Maddie James, Janet Eaves, Magdalena Scott, and Jan Scarbrough. The town and all characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Dedicated to
Jeanne Bedwell and Rebecca Marshall,
whose support and encouragement are unwavering and invaluable.
Chapter One
Legend, Tennessee
Friday Night
November 28, 1975
UGH.
Dorothy Robbins wrinkled her nose in disgust when her broom pulled a load of crud from underneath the table. People ate like pigs sometimes. Did they behave like that at home?
She shrugged. Some of them probably did. But a lot of people certainly treated Jim Bob’s Saloon like their own personal feeding trough. And they didn’t mind slopping their mess all over the floor so she had to clean it up. She was the only one here tonight who’d do it, that’s for sure. Lord knew Jim Bob’s daughter wouldn’t be caught dead cleaning up like this. Which is why Dorothy’s job was secure. That and the fact that she never complained when ending up with the rowdy tables, and the bad tippers.
Dorothy knew everybody, and could get along with all of them. There weren’t a lot of jobs in Legend, Tennessee available for somebody without any skills, so she was lucky to have this one. She sure would like to make more tips, though. How else was she going to save up enough money in her Leaving Legend Fund to get out of town for good?
Ed and Fred Gentry, the most obnoxious twins Dorothy had ever met, started to noisily re-enact a skit from last week’s Saturday Night Live, a new television show that debuted about a month ago. Dorothy only got to watch the show by sneaking into the living room after her parents and her siblings had gone to bed. It was too risqué for the kids, and her parents didn’t approve of the content, but Dorothy thought it was the best thing that ever happened to television. Of course, when Ed and Fred did the skits, or pretended to be the guest hosts, it was horrible. But she tried to block out their voices and replace them with the people who’d really been on the show.
Hilarious! How could you help but like a show whose first host had been George Carlin? The man was cutting edge. Crude, but so intelligent. That was the thing with Legend. There wasn’t anybody interesting like that. If somebody was crude, he was more like Ed and Fred. If a person was intelligent, they were deadly dull. And evidently that last group included Dorothy.
She scooped the last bits of the mess into the dust pan and went into the back to dump it into the garbage. Then she scrubbed her hands up to the elbows at the sink in the ladies’ room, adjusted her little apron along the waistline of her faded bell-bottom hip huggers. Her tee shirt was snug and black, with The Eagles printed on the front in puffy plastic letters. She loved that band. One day she’d get to hear them live—another thing she wanted to do when she got free of this sad little town.
Heading toward the front of the building again, she checked on her tables. Everybody liked the food tonight—the Friday night fish special was always a big hit—but it sure made them thirsty. Dorothy wished she got commissions for the beers she served. It would probably be better than most of the tips.
Stepping up to the bar, she gave a brief insincere smile to Lila Sue, who did the same. Jim Bob set mugs of foamy beer on Lila Sue’s tray and she pranced off to her big tipping table. Tonight she was doing especially well. She’d flashed a twenty dollar bill at Dorothy earlier before stuffing it into her bra. Dorothy wondered how there was any extra space in there at all, the way Lila Sue was built.
Four more, Jim Bob.
He turned to her and grinned. At least he was a nice guy, and decent to work for. His daughter was rotten, but neither he nor his wife seemed to notice, and it wasn’t because they also acted that way.
You doin’ okay tonight, honey?
Sure, Jim Bob. We’re busy.
She pasted a happy look on her face, wishing his daughter would find something else to do with her time so Dorothy could make some money. Lila Sue was smart enough to go to college, but didn’t want to. Dorothy shook her head, watching Jim Bob pull the beers.
Imagine having the opportunity to better yourself, and not being interested. Lila Sue was just looking for a rich man to marry, and she’d tell you that to your face. That’s the only thing about her that wasn’t smart, because there wasn’t anybody like that in Legend. Jim Bob was one of the most prosperous business owners in town, and look where that got him. Working six days a week, breathing clouds of cigarette smoke, and listening to the same country songs on the jukebox every night. His marriage seemed to consist of little besides work. Sylvie, his wife, was the cook. Even though they worked in the same building, they didn’t see each other much. Sylvie spent her time in the back of the building, in the big old kitchen, and Jim Bob was always behind the bar.
When Dorothy found a man—if that ever happened—not only would she not ruin it by getting married, she definitely wouldn’t try to run a business with him. The way she figured it, once she finished college and got a good job, she could afford to live on her own. If a guy came along, even if they moved in together, there’d be no stupid marriage certificate. That was just a paper ticket to misery. No, she’d keep things fun and exciting, and if that wore off, somebody would have to go.
Walking to her rowdy table for four with beer foam drooling onto her tray, Dorothy straightened her posture. Sometimes thinking about how to get out was overwhelming, but she couldn’t afford to be depressed at work. People sure didn’t tip extra if you were depressed. She forced a smile, and tried to ignore the insistent pounding in her right temple. How many times had Convoy played on the jukebox tonight?
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Charles McClain turned up the collar of his leather bomber jacket