by Marie Landry
Release Date: 11/05/13
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the
year, right? At least that’s what twenty-year-old Ginny Bailey’s grandmother
always told her, and Ginny believed it until Grama died. She even put on a
brave face the following two Christmases, carrying on Grama’s traditions and
decorating her house and café with Grama’s favorite decorations.
But Ginny can’t pretend any longer. When she finds out she’s going to be alone
for the holidays this year, her Christmas spirit goes out the window, along
with her luck. Everything that can go wrong does, and Ginny just wants to spend
the holidays hiding under the covers...until Dean Riley comes back into her
life. With their shared past, old feelings begin to resurface almost
immediately, and Ginny thinks Dean might just be the Christmas miracle she’s
been waiting for to help her remember why Christmas really is the most
wonderful time of the year.
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What people are saying about The Most Wonderful Time of the Year:
“While The Most Wonderful Time of the Year is a quick read, it is
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importance they have in our lives, no matter what time of the year it is…If
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~ Jessica Sankiewicz, author of If Only
We
“Marie Landry delivered the perfect little holiday novella with The
Most Wonderful Time of the Year. It has a small-town coffee shop, memories
of Christmas with Grandma, snowballs, hot cocoa and a yummy man from our
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“I never
forgot about you,” Dean said. “When I saw you in the café yesterday, I knew you
looked familiar but I couldn’t even begin to hope it was you. You look so
different, and I figured you’d probably left town after your grandmother
passed. But now…this is like…I don’t even know, it’s too crazy to put into
words. After all these years, here we are. Adults, living next door to each
other.”
“All grown
up,” I said with a little smile. “Now two years doesn’t seem like any age
difference at all, does it?”
“It
doesn’t.” His bright blue eyes shifted to my mouth, and his lips twitched into
a smile. “And I bet if I wanted to kiss you, I wouldn’t have to find an
excuse.”
My breath
hitched and my heart did a weird little tripping thing in my chest. “You never
asked if I have a boyfriend. How do you know I’m not married with kids?”
He
chuckled. “I don’t think you’d be looking at me the way you are if you were
married with kids,” he said. “Or even if you had a boyfriend.”
“And how
am I looking at you?”
“Like you
used to all those years ago.” I hadn’t noticed him leaning forward, but now his
face was just inches from mine. “Like I imagine I used to look at you when I
wanted to kiss you, but you had no clue.”
I couldn’t
believe I was sitting in my kitchen staring into the eyes of my childhood
crush. The years we’d spent apart faded away, and all I could think about was
that sixteen-year-old boy who’d told me I should hold his hand whenever we
jumped into the lake, or who always rubbed my arms over my towel when we got
out dripping wet. Now I could see what I hadn’t seen then—the look of affection
in his eyes, the way he’d use any excuse to touch me, just like he said. I had
no idea what Dean the man was like, but I’d known and loved Dean the boy and
that was good enough for me at this moment.
“Nothing’s
stopping you from kissing me now,” I told him, surprised by the low, throaty
sound of my voice.
A grin
flashed across his face, and he closed the distance between us. His lips hadn’t
even touched mine when the doorbell rang, startling us apart.
“And so my
bad luck from yesterday returns,” I muttered.
Dean
looked at me questioningly, but I just shook my head regretfully and slid from
the stool. “Hold that thought.”
He nodded,
his eyes following me as I stood. “I’ll just use your phone while I wait.”
Freddy was
standing on my front steps when I opened the door. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said,
holding up his toolbox. “My first appointment was pushed back so I thought I’d
come take a look at that beast of a water heater, see what I can do.”
I stepped
aside and let him in. “That’s great, Freddy, thanks.” He kicked off his snowy
boots and headed down the hallway, pausing when he met Dean, who was coming out
of the kitchen. Freddy looked over his shoulder at me with raised eyebrows, and
I said a silent prayer of thanks that he wasn’t one of the gossipy people in
town.
“Fred,
this is my new neighbour, Dean Riley,” I explained. “He’s Mr. Riley’s
grandson.”
“Ahh,
right, I heard you’d be moving to town to take over the old man’s house.”
Freddy shook Dean’s hand and they exchanged pleasantries before Dean started
telling him about how he’d checked out the water heater but didn’t know if he
had the right tools to fix it.
I stopped
paying attention. I took the opportunity to admire Dean; he stood with his
hands in his jeans pockets, nodding along to something Freddy was saying, and
when he laughed I felt my lips twitch in response. He had a great laugh—he
didn’t hold back, and his whole face lit up.
His gaze
slid past Freddy and landed on me, and I blushed at being caught staring. His
grin morphed into something different, something almost secret and private, and
my body grew as warm as my cheeks.
Freddy
excused himself to get to work, and Dean sauntered over to me, his hands still
shoved in his pockets. “I need to get going.” I must not have done a very good
job of hiding my disappointment because he reached out and rested one hand on
my shoulder. “I have to go meet with the realtor who handles my granddad’s
properties, but…what do you say we hang out tonight? Get to know each other as
adults instead of kids.”
“I’d love
that,” I said, unable to control the almost-giddy smile that overtook my face.
As much as I wished we hadn’t been interrupted in the kitchen, I had to admit
it would have been weird to kiss him after being reunited for such a short
time, especially considering we hadn’t seen each other in years. I wasn’t a
prude, but I also wasn’t the type of girl who moved that quickly.
Even if I may
have wanted to…
I watched
Dean wrestle his boots onto his feet before slipping into his coat. “I saw a
flyer downtown yesterday for some big Christmas concert happening tonight at
Town Hall. Maybe we could go to that, then see where the night takes us?”
The
Christmas concert. Damn! I’d forgotten all about it. Every year local groups
got together and put on a variety show of sorts—the dance school did a short
rendition of The Nutcracker, the choir led a sing-along, and the elementary and
high schools did different skits and musical acts. Grama had been on the
organization committee for years and I’d always helped her.
With my
Christmas spirit waning fast, Town Hall was the last place I wanted to be
tonight. Dean was looking at me with a mixture of hope and expectation, so I
said, “The Christmas concert sounds great.”
“Perfect.”
He leaned toward me and I was sure he was going to kiss me, but instead he
whispered in my ear, “I hope they have mistletoe at this concert.” He brushed
his lips over my cheek and stepped back to meet my eyes with a devilish smile.
“I’ll pick you up at six?”
I nodded
mutely, stepping numbly out of the way when he moved past me to open the door.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, regarding me with an unreadable
expression.
“It’s
really good to see you again, Ginny.”
“It’s
really good to see you again too, Dean. I hope we’ll be seeing a lot more of
each other.”
Dean’s
smile widened, and I realized I should have chosen my words a little more
carefully. “I hope so too. I’ll see you tonight.”
Marie Landry is the author of BLUE SKY DAYS
(contemporary YA—January 2012), THE GAME CHANGER (women's fiction—November
2012), WAITING FOR THE STORM (contemporary YA—April 2013), and THE MOST
WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR (a new adult holiday novella-November 2013). Marie
has always been a daydreamer; since early childhood, she's had a passion for
words and a desire to create imaginary worlds, so it only seemed natural for
her to become a writer. She resides in Ontario, Canada, and most days you can
find her writing, reading, blogging about writing and reading, listening to U2,
wandering around with a camera in her hand, watching copious amounts of TV on
DVD, or having grand adventures with her nephews and niece.
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