Riding His Broomstick: Happily Ever Holiday

By Shaw Hart

The one night you can pretend to be someone else...

Kennedy Grymes loves Halloween, even more so after a tragic accident when she was a kid changed her life forever. 

Now she loves dressing up and pretending to be someone else, at least for one night.

Until she meets him. 

Ian Lauder. 

Her boss. 

The tech genius and workaholic who took the city by storm.

She knows that he would never be into her.

Until they meet at the company Halloween party and for the first time in forever, it feels like someone sees the real her. 

When the holiday is over, will Ian still want to be with his sexy witch? 

 

*Warning! This book alpha is over-the-top, head over heels in love with his girl. If you're looking for a steamy insta-love story then this book is for you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shaw Hart
• Release date: May 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223532217

Book preview

ONE

Kennedy

My thick black hair whips across my face as I hurry down the sidewalk towards Lauder Enterprises. I’m running late which I hate. I live my life on a schedule and usually, there are never any problems but last night my power went out and so my alarm didn’t go off on time and I’ve been running behind ever since.

It’s chilly in the mornings in Portland this time of year and I bundle my jacket up around my face as I rush down the street to work. The leaves are starting to change colors and the wind and rain all seem to have more of a bite. A lot of people don’t like the cold but I love how it feels. People complain about the weather and how wet it is. My grandpa always used to say that he never understood why those people chose to live in the north if they didn’t like the weather. I think I got my love of fall and the cold from him.

There’s just a different energy in the air in the Fall and October is my favorite month of all because it has my favorite holiday in it, Halloween. I love getting to dress up and pretend to be someone else for one night. I’ve loved Halloween since I was a kid but even more so after my accident.

I grew up with my grandparents in a little house right outside the Portland city limits. The house was small but situated on a little bit of land and I can remember running through the grass and the forest that bordered one side when I was a kid. My parents had been killed in a car accident when I was only three and they had taken me in and raised me. I can’t really remember anything about my parents except for the stories that my grandparents told me. From the pictures I’ve seen, it’s obvious that I take after my mom. We have the same midnight black hair and dark blue eyes. My straight nose looks just like my dad’s though.

I love my grandparents and I know without a doubt that they would do anything for me. They never once complained about having to take a little kid in when they were only just about to retire. My grandpa stayed on at his electrician shop for years to help support me and I will always be grateful to them for everything that they did for me. They’re in their seventies now and Gramps has finally retired. I’m hoping that they will finally take a vacation or just relax. Lord knows that they deserve it.

I was a pretty normal kid growing up. Sure, being raised by my grandparents was a little strange but not really. I had friends and good grades and when I was thirteen, I even had a crush. Ryan McKenzie. I thought that he was so cute and I’m pretty sure that he would have been my first boyfriend, my first kiss if the accident hadn’t happened.

My grandparents and I went to Fairview lake for the day every year, right before school started. When I was thirteen, we had gone and I had dived into the water, just like every year, only this year the water level was lower and I had hit my head on the bottom. The doctors said that I was lucky to be alive, that my grandpa had pulled me out of the water in time, but I had suffered head trauma. I had surgery and I still have a small scar along my hairline. I spent most of what should have been my eighth grade in the hospital and then with speech therapists.

I was in speech therapy, Monday through Friday, for a year. Then just twice a week for another year. They said that my head trauma had caused communication problems. Basically, I could understand those around me but I had a hard time expressing myself back. I could form the words in my head and my thoughts were clear but when I tried to open my mouth, I would sometimes get the words mixed up. Right after the accident was the worst, I could never find the right words and I mixed up words when I was talking all of the time. The therapists and doctors worked with me and now I’m better. I know how to live with my condition now. For example, when I talk to other people, I just speak slower and my sentences are usually short, that way I have less of a chance of messing up.

I’ve gotten used to this over the years. I can tell that