Decked Out with Ivy: Red Maple Falls, #14

By Theresa Paolo

Ivy Parker, a clothing store manager in the small town of Red Maple Falls, practically breathes Christmas cheer. When a Hollywood movie crew rolls into town, bringing with them a brooding, big-city actor who lost his luggage and his patience, Ivy's store becomes his last resort. But what starts as a forced shopping trip quickly turns into something more when a paparazzi photo sparks rumors of a romance.

Now, to save his image, this grumpy movie star has to fake a relationship with the town's Christmas queen. Ivy agrees—but only if she can show him the magic of the season he's long forgotten. As the lights twinkle brighter and the snow falls heavier, sparks fly, hearts warm, and a little holiday magic might just make this unlikely pair the perfect Christmas love story.

If you believe the power of holiday spirit, and finding love when you least expect it, this steamy small-town romance is the perfect read to get you in the Christmas mood!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Paolo
• Release date: Nov 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224868438

Theresa Paolo

Short bio: Romance author, lover of books, 90's pop music and happily ever afters. Writes YA under Tessa Marie. Long bio: Theresa Paolo lives on Long Island, NY with her fiancé and their fish. She is the author of NA and Adult contemporary romances. Her debut novel (NEVER) AGAIN, released in Fall 2013 with Berkley (Penguin) and the companion novel (ONCE) AGAIN released Summer 2014. Mad About Matt, the first book in her new Red Maple Falls series, released March 2017. She loves to write heartfelt romances with a dash of fun and a side of spice. When she's not writing, she's reading, brewery hopping, daydreaming, wasting time on Pinterest, or can be found chatting away on Twitter and Facebook. She also writes YA romance under Tessa Marie. For updates on upcoming releases and sales, sign up to receive Theresa's newsletter: http://www.theresapaolo.com/p/sign-up-for-my-mailing-list.html Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheresaPaoloAuthor/?ref=hl Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheresaMarieP Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theresapaoloauthor/ TikToK: @TheresaPaoloAuthor The Red Maple Falls Series: Mad About Matt (Matt and Shay) Crushing on Kate (Kate and Caleb) Moments with Mason (Mason and Cassie) Catching Cooper (Cooper and Sarah) Hung Up on Hadley (Hadley and Sam) A Bride for Sam (Hadley and Sam: A Christmas Wedding Novella) Dreaming of Daisy (Daisy and Nick) Charmed by Chase (Mashall Family Book 1) (Chase and Bex) Blindsided by Brooke (Brooke and Tyler) Lusting After Layla (Layla and Declan) Jaded Until Jax (Jax and Kristen) Sweet on Sophie (Reynolds Family Book 1) (Sophie and Drake) Enamored with Ellie (Ellie and Shaun) Willow Cove Series Forbidden Lover Small Town Girl Complete Opposite Childhood Dream Morgan's Bay Series All Because of You All Because I Met You All Because I Loved You All Because I Found You Falling Series Falling for My Ex Falling for My Nurse Falling for My Friend

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Printed in the United States of America.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author except where permitted by law.

Published by Theresa Paolo

Copyright November 2024

Edited by CookieLynn Publishing Services

Cover Design by Amanda Walker

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.

Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Dedicated to

Anyone who loves Hallmark Christmas movies but craves a little spice.

Chapter 1

Cody Chance rubbed his arms as he stepped off the curb of the airport and into the waiting Black SUV. His agent had arranged the ride for him to some town in the middle of bumfuck New Hampshire. The long sleeve shirt, while fine in LA, was not doing its job in the brisk late November air of the northeast. He slipped his phone out and called Ronnie.

Are you in the car? Ronnie asked before he could even utter a hello.

Yes, but other than my carryon, I have no luggage. This wouldn’t have happened if I flew private.

That’s what you get for flying private all over God’s green earth this summer and getting on the radar of climate control activists. Now you’re stuck flying commercial like the rest of us peasants.

You fly private, too.

Yes, but I’m not a recognizable A-list Hollywood actor.

A-list? He laughed. If I was A-list, I wouldn’t be in the middle of nowhere about to film a Christmas movie.

It’s not just any Christmas movie. Bex Shepard is starring opposite you, and she’s still Hollywood’s It Girl. I would suggest becoming friends with her. She went through a scandal and came out on top. You could use some pointers.

Or I could accept this for what it is—a paycheck.

With that attitude, you won’t have many more paychecks. Go find some clothes until I can figure out this luggage situation, and I don’t know… maybe try to evoke the Christmas spirit.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because nobody likes a Scrooge, and right now, nobody likes Cody Chance, either. Find you a Tiny Tim and realize there’s more to life than money and fame.

Coming from the woman who made me who I am.

I got you roles. I helped make you a star. Your shit attitude is all you, sweetheart.

Ronnie had discovered Cody at sixteen when he did a casting call for a fruit snack commercial, and with her faith and his work ethic, he quickly went from commercials to background actor in major films to leading roles. He owed his success to her, but she was right. The attitude was all his, thanks to a chip on his shoulder he’d been carrying most of his life.

I know, he said. Sorry.

Don’t apologize. Words mean nothing—

Without the actions to back them up, he finished.

That’s my boy. Make me proud. Now check your phone. I’m sending you a link for a clothing store in Red Maple Falls. Hopefully, they’ll have something to hold you over.

Ronnie hung up, and Cody glanced at his screen. He rattled the address off to the driver and closed his eyes as he prepared for what could only be considered his biggest nightmare.

A Christmas movie.

He’d rather stand naked in the middle of Antarctica or free dive with great whites. There was nothing about Christmas he liked. Everything from the sounds to the smells to the colors pissed him off.

He leaned toward the driver. Can you please put anything else on other than Christmas music?

Not a fan? the driver asked.

No.

Of the music or Christmas in general?

Great, the driver was chatty. Christmas in general.

Then may I ask why you’re going to Red Maple Falls? They love them some Christmas in that town.

He swallowed and ran a hand under his chin, pulling at the stubble. To shoot a Christmas movie.

The driver bellowed out a laugh that would put Santa to shame. Cody waited for him to say something else, but he just kept laughing as if he’d heard the funniest joke in his life.

Maybe he did. Cody’s life seemed to play out like one big joke these days.

He settled into the seat and glanced out the window, watching trees fly by. Finally, a house appeared. Then two. Then three. Cody rubbed his eyes, trying to determine if he was actually awake or somehow fell into the ninth ring of hell.

Every house, every lawn, was decked out in Christmas décor. Light up reindeers and sleds, blowup snowmen and polar bears, lights strung from every tree branch, and was that a life size Santa and workshop?

What the hell is this place? he mumbled.

Welcome to Red Maple Falls! the driver announced.

Are all the houses like this? he asked.

Some prefer the more traditional décor. Garland and candles in the window and the likes. But a few years ago, the town started a holiday lights competition like that show on TV. Have you seen it?

No.

Of course not. You hate Christmas. Anyway, the mayor of the town loves the show, and she wanted to make her own competition. The local businesses already have a window contest, but she had a bigger vision. Her house was the one with Santa and his workshop.

So she used her position in power to live out her personal fantasy.

The driver laughed again. I think whoever you were talking to was right. You need to find yourself some Christmas spirit.

The only Christmas spirit I want is in the form of a glass, but I can’t have that, because apparently, I have a problem.

Me too. Or at least I did. Twenty years sober. Best decision I’ve ever made.

"So far it’s the worst decision I’ve ever made, but it was that or give up my career. Since that’s the only thing I have worth anything to me, I had no choice."

It gets easier, especially when you find something or someone that fills that need in you.

It’s what I’ve heard, but so far I’ve been shit out of luck.

Who knows? Maybe your Christmas miracle is just around the corner.

Yeah sure.

The driver eased to a stop in front of a store displaying snowboarding mannequins dressed in god-awful Christmas sweaters and—to complete the ridiculous ensemble—a Santa hat.

What the hell is this place?

The address you gave me.

Cody glanced out the window again, eyes roaming the other store fronts, confident the store he was looking for was next door. But their display of a winter wonderland log cabin and the sign ‘Let Us Find Your Home Sweet Home’ made it abundantly clear they did not sell clothing.

Great, he muttered.

Take your time, the driver said. I’m not going anywhere. He reached behind him for a newspaper and settled into the seat.

Cody nodded and eased out of the vehicle. He walked across the sidewalk and pushed open the door, only to be blasted in the face with heat, the smell of cinnamon, and the sound of Mariah Carey belting out her infamous song.

This might very well be the ninth circle of hell. His body involuntarily cringed as his eyes took in the overload of Christmas clothing and décor. He’d heard the phrase, Christmas threw up in here, and if that was the case, this was violent.

On the other side were displays of… tuxedos.

Hi! Can I help you? a perky voice said from his left.

He cut his eyes toward the blonde-haired, light, brown-eyed woman who was wearing the same ridiculous sweaters as the mannequin in the window. Something that beautiful should not be wearing something so hideous.

Her hair hung in loose waves just above her shoulders, framing her oval-shaped face. She had soft, delicate features with a slightly pointed chin. She was a natural beauty and nothing like the women he’d been surrounded by the last few years who worked to afford more cosmetic surgery.

He waited for the realization to settle over her. For the shrieks to start. That’s how most woman reacted when they realized they were speaking to Cody Chance.

After a second, her eyebrow arched. Can I help you? she asked again, her tone unsure.

You don’t know who I am? he asked.

Am I supposed to? Her head tilted, blonde hair falling with it. Did you visit here as a kid? Or did you go to elementary school with me? No, that can’t be it. I remember everyone.

I’m Cody Chance. It came out with the arrogance he’d been accused of one too many times.

Nope, no Cody Chance that I remember.

Never mind. Look. The airport lost my luggage. I need a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt to get me through the next day or two. Do you have any Sevens or Tom Fords?

She laughed entirely too loudly. Tom Ford? Are you serious?

He stared, waiting for the punchline, but it never came.

Why don’t we start over here? She moved past him, engulfing him in the scent of sugar cookies and vanilla—a scent he wanted to hate, but instead, it made his mouth water. We don’t have much of a selection, but we have these. She picked up a black and red…

Is that a onesie? he asked.

Yes.

It’s tacky.

It’s our bestseller.

He stared at her again, waiting for another punchline that again never came. She stepped toward him, once more surrounding him in sugar cookies and vanilla, holding the onesie up to his frame. I think it would look good on you.

I think you’re delusional.

Okay, not a plaid kind of guy. What about…? She tapped a delicate finger to her full lips before snapping her fingers. She twirled away, hurrying toward a display that held an unnecessary amount of folded sweaters like the one she was wearing.

She gave him a once-over, eyes narrowing toward the smooth and slender bridge of her nose. I’d say you’re a large. She grabbed a sweater from the bottom of the pile and shook it out.

He nearly fell backward as the reindeer with the too-big red nose glared at him.

No.

Why not?

It has a reindeer on it.

Isn’t it adorable?

In the blink of an eye, she tossed the sweater over his head and yanked it down. She stood back and clapped. Perfect!

He froze for a moment, the absurdity of the situation hitting him. He could feel her light brown eyes on him, waiting for his reaction, and for the briefest second, a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.

It’s not so bad.

But then he caught sight of the reindeer again, its garish nose practically glowing in the store’s lighting. It’s hideous. I don’t know who in their right mind would want to wear this. He ripped the offensive material off his body.

She gasped as if he just admitted to being a serial killer and looked down at her own ridiculous sweater. Hers had a Santa face on it.

You’re wearing it because you work here, he said, reasoning with her. It’s not like you’d actually wear that in public.

I wear it because I made it. Disappointment flashed in her light brown eyes. Shades of green sparkled slightly under the lights. And I like it.

Oh, for fuck's sake. I’m sorry, he said. It’s not the sweater, per se. I just don’t like Christmas.

"You don’t like Christmas?" she exclaimed.

Cody barely registered the shock in her voice, too busy fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. It wasn’t like he owed anyone an explanation. Christmas was just another damn holiday he could do without.

He didn’t bother to soften his tone. Hate it, actually.

She held her hand to her heart. Who hurt you? There was a little humor in her voice, but there was nothing humorous about it.

Where do I start? he mumbled, then shook his head. This woman did not need to go down the rabbit hole that was his