Wishing on Snowflakes: A Rockstar Holiday Romance

By Frances Everly

10-Year-Old Chase Blaine only has one wish for Christmas. To have a normal family with a Mom and a Dad. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So, when his Mom tells him the legend behind the fountain in the town square, he takes a chance that it might be true and makes his wish.
When a snowstorm causes his bus to crash, Rockstar Dylan St. James ventures out into the storm looking for help. Guided by Christmas lights, he finds himself on the doorstep of the Blaine family and face to face with the woman who’s haunted his dreams for a decade.
Sierra Blaine can’t believe her eyes when she opens her door. She hasn’t seen Dylan in over a decade. Not since a horrific accident took every memory, he had of her. Hoping he might someday remember her, she returned home to the small town she grew up in.
Forced together by circumstance, Dylan’s memories begin to return, but has too much time passed for him and Sierra? Or will it only take a little spark for their former passion to reignite?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frances Everly
• Release date: Dec 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005577131

Frances Everly

Frances Everly has always had an overactive imagination. When she's not writing she's enjoying an eclectic variety of books. She loves writing romance, but she plans to expand into fantasy as F.D. Everly.Besides a passion for the written word, Frances has an Honors Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. She's also a wife and mother to two wonderful boys.

Book preview

image-placeholder

Wishing on Snowflakes

A Rockstar Holiday Romance

Frances Everly

Copyright © 2020 by Frances Everly

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Contents

Prologue

1. Sierra

2. Sierra

3. Dylan

4. Dylan

5. Sierra

6. Dylan

7. Sierra

8. Dylan

9. Sierra

10. Sierra

11. Dylan

12. Sierra

Epilogue

Afterword

About the Author

Also By Frances Everly

Books written as F.D. Everly

Fullpage Image

Prologue

Chapter 1

Prologue

Chase

Idragged my feet through the snow as I followed my Mom through the tree lot. She was determined to find the best tree for Christmas she and was convinced that it was exactly what I needed to cheer me out of what she calls the Christmas blues. It’s the same thing every year. Christmas comes and all I see are my friends playing hockey and having snowball fights with their Dads, and it reminds me that I don’t have one. Or at least, I don’t know who he is. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. She’s super awesome and fun. But sometimes, like at Christmas, I wished I could have a Dad too. Maybe mom wouldn’t have to work so hard to support us if he were around. 

What do you think about this one? My mom asked, and I looked up to see a humungous tree looming over us. My eyes bulged out of my head. The tree gets bigger every year, but this time my mom’s outdone herself. I’ve never seen such a big Christmas tree outside of a department store.

Can we really get it? It’s so big! I practically jumped in excitement my earlier melancholy momentarily forgotten. My mom bit her lip as she stared up at the tree, then smiled.

Sure, we can. It might have to go on the front lawn though, I think it might be bigger than the house, she turned to wave down a man dressed like a lumberjack.

Hey, Chase, did you see the Wishing Fountain over there? Here, take this and go make a Christmas wish while I arrange for this tree to be delivered. Mom handed me a bunch of quarters and pointed at the ancient fountain in the middle of the town square. I’ve never made a wish on it before. At least, not one I remember. I was always surrounded by other kids and their parents and I did my best to stay away. They already had the one thing I would wish for and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by wishing for it in front of them.

Ok, Mom, I took the change she offered and looked back at the Fountain. For once it was completely deserted.

I trudged through the snow and slush, the snow pants my mom insisted I wear, despite the fact that I’m ten years old and none of my other friends had to wear snow pants to go Christmas tree shopping, making every step seem a million times too loud as they rubbed together. Even the street was quiet, as I carefully crossed it, making sure I crossed where the streetlights were brightest. The whole town was decorated with festive lights and greenery. People were even starting to decorate the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the square. The Christmas music blaring over the speakers at the tree lot faded into the night with every step I took until I found myself at the edge of the old fountain. It was too cold now for the water to run through it, but in the summer, it shot water up to incredible heights. Sometimes, on a sunny day, if I watched carefully, it would create small rainbows in between jets of water. I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at the fountain. It must have been a while because my mom’s voice startled me. I hadn’t heard her calling my name until she was standing right behind me, and I still hadn’t made my wish.

Chase, are you ready to go? Grandma and Grampa should be coming over soon to help get everything ready for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I know how much you love to bake with Grandma, Mom rambled on about dinner and getting the tree decorated after it was delivered tomorrow but I wasn’t really listening. I had lost my chance to make the one wish I’d been dying to make for as long as I can remember. My whole life. I scuffed my boots against the pavement and stared at the slush on the ground, fighting back the tears that struggled to break free. I didn’t want my mom to see how sad I was. She tried so hard to make every holiday perfect, but the one thing I only ever wanted is the one thing she couldn’t give me.

Hey, she placed a hand on my shoulder and knelt beside me. What’s wrong?

Nothing, I answered, clutching the change she had given me in my little fist even harder. She must have noticed because she looked down at my hand and then back up into my face.

Do you know, there’s a legend behind this fountain? Apparently, it’s magical, but only at Christmas. Grandma used to tell it to me when I was a kid. If I remember correctly, the legend says that wishes from the heart, cast at Christmas in this very fountain, will come true on Christmas morning, she squeezed my shoulder tightly.

Really? I asked, my voice ragged with unshed tears.

Really, she answered. Do you want to make your wish, or I can wait by the car while you make it?

I rubbed my eyes and looked up at her concerned face and shook my head.

No, that’s ok. I can make it now, I answered quietly and turned towards the fountain.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and wished really hard, then I threw all the coins into the fountain at once. The coins glistened with the light of the streetlights before crashing onto the stones with a tinkling sound. All at once, the wind seemed to pick up, whipping my mom’s hair around her face and biting my cheeks and nose. Snow began to fall in giant flakes, and I swear I could hear the tinkling of bells. Mom stood and clasped my hand, holding it tight as she looked around for the car.

Looks like there’s a storm coming in. We should get going, she tugged my hand and I gladly followed. I glanced back at the fountain as we crossed the street, smiling for the first time all day.

Chapter one

Sierra

Ten years ago

My back ached. I tried to rub the knots forming in my lower back, but it was no use. A hard kick to my kidneys had me wincing from the sudden pain and Dylan noticed. He put his guitar down, careful to place it back in its case so it wouldn’t get thrown around the rattling, old bus and eased down on the bench next to me. He settled his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer, the scent of his aftershave soothing