A Sweet Christmas Collection: Sweet Christmas Series

By Samantha Jacobey

Life isn't always sweet, even for girls called Candy. Candice Parker's life has never been easy. Plagued by losses and setbacks, each day is a struggle for the petite brunette and her young son. When fireman Gary enters her world, he is one mistake she refuses to make; but after tragedy strikes, she may not have a choice. Gerald Ford has never been what anyone would call settled. Always keeping things simple, he lived a fast and furious lifestyle, with no intentions of slowing down. However, when he inherits his family's ancestral mansion on his thirtieth birthday, he considers the possibility that it's time for a change. Could this complicated young woman be his Christmas Candy? Begin this exciting annual release series this holiday season...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lavish Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9798201337698

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A SWEET CHRISTMAS COLLECTION

Books 1-3

SAMANTHA JACOBEY

Lavish Publishing, LLC

Contents

CHRISTMAS CANDY

Prologue

1. Irony

2. Ho Ho Ho

3. All the Trimmings

4. Neighborly Thing

5. Inferno

6. Close Enough

7. Touch and Go

8. Flying Accusations

9. Above Suspicion

10. Definitely Maybe

11. Best You Can Do

12. Angels in Heaven

13. It’s a Secret

14. Answered Prayers

15. Working Out

16. Won’t Be There

17. Where Home Is

18. Best of Christmas

CHRISTMAS EVE

Prologue

1. Party Surprise

2. All the Trimmings

3. Holiday Cheer

4. All the Gold

5. Righting the Past

6. Macho Man

7. Silver Foxes

8. A Mother’s Dreams

9. What It Takes

10. Deal of a Lifetime

11. Share the Wealth

12. White Wedding

13. Saving Grace

14. Truth and Lies

15. Christmas Eve

CHRISTMAS CAROL

Prologue

1. Safety First

2. Shady at Best

3. Looking for a Home

4. Thug Life

5. Isn’t That Sweet

6. Not What You Think

7. Who Do You Trust

8. Any Day Now

9. Priorities

10. Ring the Bells

11. Dead of Winter

12. Twists and Turns

13. No excuses

14. Eve Advice

15. Come and Go

16. Came and Went

Thank You

About the Author

Also by SAMANTHA JACOBEY

Also from our Lavish family

CHRISTMAS CANDY

A Sweet Christmas Volume 1

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

Freeze! Jason pointed his weapon straight at the suspect, who ignored the order. Watching as the man dove into a row of shrubs that ran parallel to the street, he cursed. We need that helicopter, he spoke into a two-way radio and hung it back on his belt.

Copy that. Air support is en route, a crisp female voice replied.

Moving cautiously, he approached the spot where the man had disappeared. Dropping to his knees, he shone his flashlight at the base of the greenery, looking for legs. Damn, he muttered, standing and looking for a way around.

Which way, Parker? a male voice asked over the speaker.

He ditched me through some bushes, he keyed the mic and explained. Twenty-two fourteen is the house number. Hearing a gun go off, he perked up. Shots fired. Who else is here?

Air support has arrived. All ground units stay in position, dispatch commanded.

Taking a step back, Jason stared at the spot for a moment, considering that his suspect might return. Choosing to stand in the shadow of the large oak that grew between the wide yard and the road, he obscured his presence.

A crescendo of barks surrounded him on all sides as the quiet neighborhood fell into chaos. Sounds of struggle echoed through the darkness. Son of a bitch. His heart pounded in his chest, thumping against his ribs and causing them to ache. Come on, man. Let’s get this guy. Another volley of shots rang out, and he waited for the call.

Seconds stretched, and his mind wandered for a moment. Sweat trickled down his temple, and a brief image of his wife and daughter flashed through his thoughts before he removed it. Clear head, he reminded himself and drew a cleansing breath.

An instant later, a body broke through the shrubs fifty feet down and ran straight for him. Raising his weapon, he prepared to fire, stepping into the light and shouting, Stop!

The muzzle flash from the man’s pistol was the last thing Jason Parker saw before his body fell to the ground, and his blood oozed onto the sidewalk to form a large puddle beneath him.

One

Irony

Tom removed the cigarette from his mouth with gloved fingers. Hey, man, how’s it going?

Not too bad, Gary replied, giving him a cursory glance. Pulling out his own from his shirt pocket, he flicked a lighter to produce a small yellow flame and protected it from the stiff breeze. After taking a lengthy drag, he returned the fire starter and smoothed the jacket back over his broad chest.

A bit ironic, don’t you think?

What is? Gary exhaled a thick cloud, made more dense by the frosty air.

Firemen who smoke, Tom chortled.

Yeah, a real riot, Gary snorted with a glance at the large red truck behind them. He had known the other man for over six months, but they weren’t really friends. I’m gonna go for a walk. I got my comm.

Yes, sir. Tom grinned at his boss knowingly.

Strolling down the icy walk, Gary made a left at the corner, sniffing the cold air. Arriving at the brightly lit front of the quickie-mart, he smiled at the honey-colored head moving around on the other side of the glass. Hello, gorgeous. Giving the young woman a nod, he mumbled, Good morning, and made a right to locate the medication fixture.

Up front, Candice loaded cans of beer into a paper sack. You barely made it. She pushed them towards her patron. We don’t sell alcohol after two a.m., she informed him.

The stranger before her only grunted, lifting the bag and stomping out the door, giving the young woman a brief chill. A loud sneeze echoed through the empty room, catching her by surprise. God bless you, she called to the familiar guest.

Thanks, he muttered, rubbing at his nose that had begun to run. Reaching for a napkin from the condiment counter, he wiped the rough paper across his face. Selecting his usual fix, he carried the green box to the register.

Allergies or cold? the girl asked.

Allergies, Gary countered. I’m allergic to Christmas.

Candy stared at him with wide hazel eyes, appearing stunned. Wow.

Not really. He chuckled while wafting a hand at the greenery dangling above them. It’s all the decorations.

A dimple appeared in her cheek when she showed him her full set of teeth, and she nodded. Oh, that makes sense. And it sucks for you.

Yeah, a little bit. I’ll take a pack of Marlboro Reds.

Yes, sir. She located them in the bins above her head, stretching to grasp them.

Thanks. He watched her with a mild ache in his chest. He had been stationed at the firehouse six months prior and had noticed the petite brunette right away. She was a little thick around the middle and not his typical fling, but he had been attracted to her warm personality and didn’t mind the extra pounds.

He had enjoyed friendly banter with the girl for months, and they had a good thing going. However, around Halloween, he had gotten bold and asked for a date. She had refused, and what’s more, she had backed away. She still treated him ok, but something was missing in her demeanor, and he felt unhappy that it had turned out to be so. He tried again every once in a while, but she hadn’t budged. Their relationship was going nowhere fast.

Picking up his credit card and the cellophane-wrapped box, he shook them briefly, then tucked them inside the heavy coat. Thanks, he said again, turning towards the door and exiting into the light snow that drifted to the ground outside.

Candice watched the broad shoulders as they disappeared into the night, a tiny grin on her lips. She liked Gary, or at least she had until he started pushing her to go out with him. Too bad, she muttered, locating her duster and moving between the rows of assorted goods.

While she worked, her mind wandered to the tall man who frequented her shift. It seemed like he showed up every night, as if he were stalking her. But he seemed harmless even with his persistence in asking her for a date. It’s almost like a game. She chuckled.

Deep down, he reminded her of someone she had lost, years ago now, with his easy-going manner and rugged good looks—someone she didn’t like to think about. Stop it, she told herself firmly before greeting a couple coming in from the gas pumps. Ringing up their purchases, she forced a smile she didn’t quite feel, her mood darkened by memories of her past.

A few hours later, the shop’s owner came in, and Candy gathered her things. She bid him farewell, eager to get home and catch a nap before the sun came up. Arriving at the grungy row of townhouses she called home, she let herself in and climbed the ragged staircase before crawling into bed. She fell asleep almost immediately, as exhaustion seemed her constant companion these days.

Awakening to bright light reflecting off the frost outside, she rolled over and glared at the digital clock. Shit.

Leaping out of the blankets, she selected a long-sleeved T-shirt with jeans and kept her shower short. Clomping down the stairs, she could hear her mother talking to Dakota in the kitchen. Making a left at the bottom of the steps, she grimaced at the cluttered living room on her right. Ignoring it, she turned again. Dammit, Mom. You let me sleep too late! she chastised as she entered the tiny room.

I let you get some rest, the older woman replied. Is that a crime?

Yes, Candy snapped. Daks is my responsibility. You can’t keep doing this. Shaking her head, Lanelle ignored the whining and continued with her dishes.

Gathering her meal of a cold bologna sandwich and a glass of milk, Candice took a seat and spoke jovially to her son. Whatcha coloring there, kiddo?

Looking up at her with clear blue eyes, his round face and shocks of ebony hair reminded her of a boy she hadn’t seen in years. Holding up the page so she could see the fire engine, he grinned. Pointing, he said, Woo-woos.

Yeah, woo-woo. The girl nodded. On the page opposite the large truck lay a police cruiser, and she again thought of her father. Damn. Mentally pushing the images aside, she tried again with her mother, forcing her voice into a softer tone. I appreciate the help, Mom. I really do, but I have to learn to do this on my own.

Why do you have to do it alone when I’m here and love to help?

Because this is my burden, not yours. It’s time I stepped up to the challenge. Besides, you’re not gonna be around forever.

Her mother winced at the cold statement, but Candy remained focused on her son. Her pudgy fingers clasped the boy’s arm, and she pulled the crimson crayon away.

Seeing the bits of red wax on his lip, she groaned, Don’t eat it, baby.

Running a finger between his cheek and teeth, she searched for the mutilated pieces. Wiping his face with a rag to remove the drool afterwards, she caressed the warm flesh tenderly. Such a sweet angel.

So, what’re your plans for the day? Lanelle interrupted her thoughts.

I was thinking we could look for a small tree today. Candy grinned. We can’t get a real one because of Daks but maybe a little one to go on the bar. She indicated the three-foot section of half-wall that separated the kitchen from the living area.

All right. The older woman turned to the sink. As soon as I finish with this, we can go see what we can find.

Watching her, Candy felt a twist of guilt in her gut. It had been hard on them for so long she couldn’t remember what it was like to be normal. Picking up a towel, she began to dry and put the dishes away. I’m sorry, she finally admitted, turning to face the older woman. I didn’t mean it that way.

I know. Lanelle smiled at her only child. And you’re right, I won’t be around forever. So let me enjoy doing things for you and my grandson while I can, ok?

Sure, Mom. I really do appreciate everything you do for us, Candy agreed. Turning to the boy, she gathered him up. Let’s get dressed, little man, ready to head out and locate something to add a little holiday cheer to their tiny home.

Two

Ho Ho Ho

Come on, baby. Candice poked at Dakota’s arm to get his attention. He stood in front of her, mesmerized by the twinkling lights of their new tree, and she felt glad that she had splurged on it. We have to get ready, honey. It’s party day at the school. We don’t wanna miss that!

Party. The boy giggled, understanding the concept minimally.

Yeah, party. Candy pulled off his pajamas for him and replaced them with his school uniform. I’m sure glad you guys wear these, she commented aloud while smoothing his shirt. It makes picking out clothes so much simpler and cheaper in the long run.

Completing the task, she moved to the kitchen to gather the tray of cupcakes her mother had baked. Are you sure you don’t wanna come? she asked while placing the treats into a cardboard container for transporting.

No. I’m going to tackle that living room today. Santa can’t come visit us with that mess. She grinned at her grandson, who was again transfixed by the blinking lights of the tiny fake pine. You two have fun.

Yes, ma’am, Candy agreed while reaching for his coat. Just don’t overdo it, Mom. She masked her worried features by turning her back. Shoving his arms in, she zipped his jacket and worked his fingers into his mittens. Finally, she handed him his backpack. Put your arms in so it stays in place, she instructed while guiding his movements. There we go. Donning her own outerwear, she lifted her box of goodies with her right arm and caught his hand with her left to help him up the stairs.

Outside, a blast of cold air hit her in the face. Lovely New York weather. Grasping him firmly as he limped along beside her, she made sure he kept his footing on the slippery walk that ran along the front of the complex. Arriving at the bus stop at the corner, they stopped to wait.

We can’t sit today, baby, she glowered at the snow-covered bench, her arm growing tired from the cardboard box. Why can’t we get a covering for this stop? She grinned down at him as he pushed at the white coating with his free hand and observed the powder that clung to his glove. When he shook it to remove the crystals, she giggled. Cold, huh?

Cold, he repeated with a laugh as the blue transport pulled up beside them.

Helping Dakota up the steps, she gave the driver a nod. Not owning a car, she took the Centro Bus almost every day and knew many of them by sight, if not by name. Moving towards the back, Candy placed her parcel in an empty seat and helped her son into the window spot next to it. Taking the cushion opposite, she faced him and then reached over to wipe away a spot of drool from his chin. Well, at least he’s excited, she thought. He always slobbers more when he is.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the small primary school, and she reversed the process. Lifting the carton, she reclaimed his hand once they were outside. Crossing after the long vehicle had pulled away, the pair climbed the steps and entered the warm building.

A row of winter scenes hung in the hallway outside his classroom. Stopping to admire them, she asked, Which one’s yours, baby? fairly certain she had already spotted it.

Pointing out the mass of colors that probably depicted a snowy winter landscape, he beamed.

That’s pretty, baby, she reassured him. Giving him a tug, she guided him through the door. At the front of the room, she placed her burden on the table with the other snacks. Helping him out of his coat and removing her own, she hung them both on the hook in his cubby.

Ms. Parker, Miss Appleton greeted her warmly. I’m so glad you were able to be here today.

Me, too, Candice agreed. She knew the disruption in their routine would be difficult for her son. But I’m here in case he has a meltdown.

Greeting the other volunteers, Christina Appleton appeared undaunted by what had been a difficult semester. Severely handicapped, dealing with Dakota Parker could be a hefty challenge. However, this was her third year in the classroom, and Candy was thankful the young professional had been completely prepared to handle his special needs and idiosyncrasies.

Keeping to the side, the young mothers watched their children sit on a colorful carpet and face the board. Miss Appleton stood with a pointer, indicating things for the children to recite and practice. One of the students eventually took over the indicator, and the teacher sat in a large wooden chair with curved armrests at the head of the group. Singing, clapping, and then story time rounded out their morning routine, and it pleased Candice that Dakota took part in much of the ritual with little redirection required.

Soon, the class fell into quiet chaos as the students adjourned from group time to visit centers. All of the activities were holiday themed, and Candy shadowed her son, observing him as he worked. Wow, he’s doing much better than I thought he would, and she fell into reflecting on his journey to get there.

She had been devastated when she first learned that he would be special needs. He had a lengthy stay in the hospital after his birth, and when she had brought home her tiny bundle, his fragile frame terrified her. It would have been an ordeal for any new mother. Being only fifteen years of age and still living at home, Candy had relied heavily on Lanelle for guidance and strength.

In time, she had come to terms with his uniqueness and grew to love him dearly. Unable to imagine her life without him, each day held a new adventure for them, this one being no exception. His first Christmas party at his first year of school. And he’s making friends. She observed the little girl sitting next to him, helping him with the lesson devoutly. So sweet.

Eventually, Miss Appleton rang the class bell, and the youngsters cleared away their supplies. After wiping down the tables, everyone served themselves from a buffet line of pizza boxes and poured cups of their favorite soda. Helping him with his, Candy perched on one of the tiny chairs beside him, pleased that he appeared to be taking everything in stride.

Is that good pizza? She pointed to his gooey slice.

Pizza, he repeated while chewing a soggy chunk.

Nodding, she took a bite of her own. What he needs most are time and a good role model. She would give him both for as long as she could. Close your mouth, honey. She made a show of chewing with her lips tightly pursed, and he tried to imitate her, warming her heart. That’s it, baby.

The party was in full swing, but the noise level dropped to a whisper when a loud Ho, Ho, Ho, interrupted them. Squeals of delight went up from the throng of children who recognized the pot-bellied man dressed in red crushed velvet, with the hefty pack that hung on his back.

His eyes as wide as saucers, Dakota observed the large man shuffling through the crowd. The jolly visitor made his way to the teacher’s chair at the head of the room. Dropping the sack on the floor next to him, he barely fit into the seat that the much smaller woman normally occupied.

Eat your lunch, baby, Candy coached. Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fun.

Returning to their meals, the kids were called one by one to sit on Santa’s lap and explain what they wanted on Christmas morning. When they were finished, he presented each with a flat package out of the massive bag. Clearly a wrapped book for them to keep, she observed.

Anxious at first, Daks picked up on the excitement of the other children, and his fears were soon wiped away. Eager for his turn when the time came, he hobbled over, and Candy helped her son onto the folded knee. The warm and friendly eyes of the man behind the fake beard and mop of white locks held a familiar twinkle, and for a moment, she felt lost, as if she had gazed into them before. Why does everything remind me of my dad lately?

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