The Christmas Painting
By Avery Gale
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About this ebook
Author Avery Gale begins her new Enchanted Holidays novellas series with a magical Christmas treat.
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may find offensive. Contains sexually explicit content.
There are times in everyone’s life when the world comes at them at an alarming rate...for Adi Kent it all started when she lost her events planning job in Florida.
When Adilei Kent returns to Boston after her father’s death, she plans to oversee the sale of the mansion that’s been in her family for longer than anyone can remember. Instead she finds herself walking the streets of Victorian era Boston caught up in a battle between good and evil that has the potential to change everything.
From the moment Adi discovers her imaginary friend from childhood is far from fictional, life in the mansion gets more interesting and increasingly dangerous.
This is a novella with a HEA and a whole new cast of characters.
Avery Gale
Writing is an escape from normal - which bores me to distraction. I'm sure my family would assure you I haven't even been in normal's neighborhood in years so I probably don't have a real solid grasp of the concept.I like writing characters that are flawed, but loveable. And I like creating strong women who aren't afraid to speak their minds to the men in their lives.I also love hearing from readers! Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and avery.gale@ymail.com are the best ways to get in touch with me. Let me know what you like and which characters you think should get their own stories!- Avery Gale -
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The Christmas Painting - Avery Gale
Prologue
How old are you, Freddie?
Thirty-two.
Wow, you’re almost as old as my mama.
Freddie grinned as he brushed the snow from his favorite seat beside the steps of the gazebo. Someday, thirty-two won’t seem so old to you, my sweet Adilei.
The tiny snowballs he threw at her burst into sparkling droplets of water when they touched Adi’s skin. I’ve been thirty-two forever, Adilei.
Forever? Why?
It’s how the magic works. I’m waiting for my one.
Your one?
The one whose smile lights up the world around her. The one who can see me when others can’t. The one who loves me above all others. She’ll be able to free me from the painting, Princess.
I wish I could pull you right out of that painting today, Freddie. You’re my best friend.
Princess, you’re the light of my life, but you can’t free me from the painting, today. It’s not our time.
I don’t understand.
You will, Princess. Someday, you will.
Chapter One
Adilei Kent stared blankly at her family’s enormous Boston mansion. She hadn’t been home in nearly a decade, but it seemed like only yesterday she’d been unceremoniously escorted to the waiting car by her father’s unyielding butler. Marcus Lloyd had been her father’s loyal right hand for as long as Adi could remember. He’d always served as a sentinel between her father and the outside world, and Adi had definitely been an outsider after her mother died.
It hadn’t been a surprise to hear her father and Marcus had passed within days of each other. The condolence card she’d sent to Marcus’ family had been returned unopened, and she hadn’t taken time to find out if there were other relatives. She’d simply torn up the memorial check and the card before tossing the pieces into the fireplace of her small beach bungalow.
Taking a deep breath, she climbed the steps to the front door. Adi tried to push aside the feeling of unease sweeping over her, chalking it up to exhaustion; traveling always drained her. A cool breeze brushed over her cheek in a silent caress. She shuddered beneath her wool coat, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she was chilled or from the odd sense of intimacy the wisp of air left behind.
See? This is why I should have stayed in Miami. It’s warm. And the white covering the ground is soft, warm sand rather than snow up to my ass…ets. And the lulling sound of the surf beating against the shore is comforting, unlike the howling wind screeching an unnecessary warning about the coming blizzard. I should have my head checked for not waiting until spring to deal with this.
By the time the elderly driver finished lugging her bulky bags up the stairs and into the foyer, he was panting. He nodded gratefully at the generous tip she handed him before disappearing back into his sleek black Towne Car. Looking up and down the street, Adi wondered if she would know any of her neighbors. Would any of the faces be familiar and or would they all be strangers? I guess it doesn’t really matter since I won’t be home long to find out.
The irony of being home wasn’t lost on her. Her position at the resort had been cut the same day her father’s attorney called to say she needed to return to Boston to finalize the sale of the Commonwealth Avenue mansion her family had called home for generations. She’d always loved the five-story, red brick building, complete with its turrets and dormers. The curving walnut banister in the front foyer had been too tempting, and she’d slid down it so many times, the caretaker had been forced to re-varnish it at least once a year. She’d missed it when her father insisted she attend boarding school after her mother’s death. It wasn’t until she was much older she understood he’d been trying to protect her from his own overwhelming grief.
Stepping into the front hall, Adi was surprised to find the empty house toasty warm and smelling of freshly baked bread. Something tickled in the back of her mind, but before she could pull it to the forefront, the jangling of the phone she’d slipped into her coat pocket distracted her. Her father’s long-time attorney’s, Malcolm Bradley, clipped greeting made Adi roll her eyes. She’d never met anyone more uptight than the man who’d looked two days older than dirt when she was in elementary school. Cripes, I’ll bet he whistles like a damned teapot when he farts.
"Ms. Kent. The caretaker wasn’t available to turn on the heat in your father’s… well, I suppose it’s your house now. Anyway, I’d suggest you stay at a local hotel until later in the week. The house has been closed for some time, so it will need aired out, and it will take me a few days to find someone to freshen things up."
Say what?
I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Bradley. I’m standing in the house now. It’s warm and smells as if someone has been baking.
There was nothing but silence on the other end for so long she was beginning to think they’d been disconnected. Are you still there?
That’s not possible. I’m sure you must be mistaken.
Mistaken? I’m standing in the damned house, you pompous ass.
You and the caretaker have the only two keys. He called me just a few moments ago to tell me he’s in the hospital and has been there for the past several days. I’d hoped to catch you before you found a taxi.
On the one hand, it was vaguely amusing to hear the puckered-ass attorney sounding off-center. But it was also unsettling to know someone had, not only been able to enter the house, but it seemed plausible they’d known when she was arriving.
I’m going to look around and see if I can figure out who I have to thank for making sure I had a warm place to sleep. I’ll be in touch.
She heard the