Mistletoe: Holiday Hearts, #1

By Pixie Chica

Brandie Claus

I've dedicated my whole life to my family's  legacy. When my parents, the Clauses, pass leadership to my brother, Joe, I am done. I refuse to be his assistant.

It's time I find my own path, away from all things Christmas.
 

Grace Frost

I'm a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic who is ready for the holiday season. This is the year, I'll find my one and only. I never imagined I'd fall for Scrooge, though.

But can I kiss Brandie's bah-humbug attitude goodbye?

• Language: English
• Publisher: none
• Release date: Mar 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9798223290940

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Mistletoe

Holiday Hearts Series

Book 1

By Pixie Chica

Mistletoe

by

Pixie Chica

Brandie Claus

I’ve dedicated my whole life to my family’s legacy. When my parents, the Clauses, pass leadership to my brother, Joe, I am done. I refuse to be his assistant.

It’s time I find my own path, away from all things Christmas.

Grace Frost

I’m a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic who is ready for the holiday season. This is the year, I’ll find my one and only. I never imagined I’d fall for Scrooge, though.

But can I kiss Brandie’s bah-humbug attitude goodbye?

Copyright

© 2019, Pixie Chica

Mistletoe

Cover Art by Pixie Chica

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

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Dedication

To all those Grinches and Scrooges,

who were once nice people,

love is always the answer!

Prologue

~ Brandie Claus ~

Day After Thanksgiving

It’s three a.m. as I make my way through the workshop, double-checking the lists. While this usually means chaos for shoppers around the world as they rush around taking advantage of all the sales, nothing compares to the reality of what it means for us at the North Pole. Yes, we do this all year to ensure we have enough gifts for every child, but once that clock hits four, our workshop will be in overdrive.

Hundreds of helpers will arrive soon, and the magic won’t stop until New Year’s when we take a week of vacation before starting again. While most, including my bratty ass twin, see this as their job, to me it’s my dream. At twenty-six, the youngest of the Claus clan, I’ve had the opportunity to live with many family members, as well as leaving to find a life of my own, like my older brother, Ron, did, but there’s no place else I’d rather be.

Once I discover everything is ready, including the timers, I turn on the machines and lights, then go outside to feed the reindeer and sigh in happiness. The holiday season is starting; I can feel it in my bones. Wanting to make this extra special, I head to the employee lounge to make hot chocolate for everyone and put out the pastries I baked yesterday.

The final task is always my favorite—ringing the bell to announce the beginning of the holiday. Tradition calls for Santa to do it, but Dad has let me since I was a little girl. When I was a teenager, my twin would always try to piss me off and threaten to beat me to it, but he could never get up at the crack of dawn. Eventually, I realized he only said it to get a rise out of me. Pushing away those memories, I straighten my skirt and run a hand over my ponytail, determined to let nothing ruin this moment.

However, as I’m approaching the bell, my worst childhood fear comes to life. Joe comes around the corner, standing in front of the large structure that’s less than five feet away and rings it. I’m going to kill him. I’m mad as all hell as the sound resonates through the village, and I stomp toward him, the urge to slap the smug smirk off his face almost too strong to resist. I try my best to keep polite, despite the fact I’m gritting my teeth to keep in my true feelings because employees are swarming in. I refuse to let them see my holiday spirit out of whack.

Hands clenched into fists, I go toe-to-toe with him, asking, What do you think you’re doing?

Did you forget I’m taking over this year? Welcome, to the new era, little sis he taunts me.

I hardly find you being two minutes older relevant; your ass just needed the oxygen sooner. Obviously, your brain cells were starved for it. Besides, Dad wouldn’t give the empire to you. You’re lazy, arrogant, and don’t like it here. I’ll laugh at the meeting tonight when he gives you the run around again.

Are you so sure that’s what will happen? Do you want to bet on it?

I usually don’t let him get under my skin this much, but everything is heightened after he ruined this for me. Glaring,