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    Home for the Holidays
    Home for the Holidays
    Home for the Holidays
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    Home for the Holidays

    By Ellen Fisher

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    Zia Sumner isn't certain if Pierce Maddox really loves her, or if she's just the rebound girl. Pierce is determined to show Zia how much she means to him. Together, they discover that falling in love at Christmas is like coming home for the holidays.

    Includes three short stories: "Home for the Holidays" (7000 words) and two bonus short-short Christmas stories, for a total of 10,500 words.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEllen Fisher
    Release dateDec 4, 2011
    ISBN9781466178335
    Home for the Holidays
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    Ellen Fisher

    I'm an author of romance who writes, or tries to, around plenty of distractions. I have four kids ranging from six to sixteen, and two young and energetic Australian shepherds.My first book (a colonial Virginia romance entitled The Light in the Darkness) was published by Bantam in 1998. A few years later, I started writing ebooks. Overall, I've published thirteen novels and novellas, ranging from historicals to sci-fi romance to contemporaries. You can visit me at www.ellenfisherromance.com .

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      Home for the Holidays - Ellen Fisher

      HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

      Three Christmas short stories by Ellen Fisher

      Copyright 2011 by Ellen Fisher

      Cover art copyright 2011 by T.M. Roy

      Smashwords Edition

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Home for the Holidays

      O Christmas Tree

      Santa’s Beard

      Home for the Holidays

      You should have let me come get you. The snow’s pretty deep.

      The roads are clear. Zia Sumner shrugged off her houndstooth coat and tossed it at the coat tree in the entrance hall. Well, except for the road to your farm. But my little car managed it all right.

      Pierce Maddox frowned at her. I was planning to drive over and get you in the Jeep.

      Don’t be silly, Pierce. You have too much to do. You’re cooking Christmas dinner. Speaking of which, check it out. She proudly placed a dish on the counter. Sweet potato casserole.

      Her boyfriend regarded the casserole dish dubiously. Are you telling me you actually cooked something by yourself?

      Well, yeah. It’s Christmas!

      Um. Well. We have plenty of other food.

      She giggled. You big meanie. It’s actually not half bad, believe it or not. It’s a pretty foolproof recipe.

      Okay… he said, still looking dubious. Her inability to even boil water was legendary. I’ll throw it into the oven later and heat it up.

      Zia settled onto a stool and looked around the hundred-year-old farmhouse. A Scotch pine gleamed in the corner, laden heavily with lights, as well as three generations’ worth of glass and wooden ornaments. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and colored lights and evergreen garlands were strung everywhere. The stereo played a soft rendition of The Christmas Song. And the mingled scents of turkey, stuffing, spiced apple cider, and Christmas cookies hung in the air.

      Wow, she said, impressed. It’s like something out of a Hallmark special. It looks just like it did back when we were kids. You’d think your mom still lived here.

      Well... Pierce gave a wry smile. Mom’ll be here around ten this morning. Her flight got into Norfolk last night. She spent the night with my granddad in town, and she’ll be driving out to Suffolk this morning. So I wanted the farm to look the same as it always did.

      You think she’ll be able to get through the snow?

      Probably. It isn’t that deep. The miracle is that we got any snow at all, this time of year. I can’t think of the last time it snowed in December.

      They’d grown up here together, in rural Suffolk, Virginia. Most of Suffolk was no longer rural nowadays, and after college, Zia had moved to the northern end of the city, in which suburbs had sprouted in the fields where cotton and peanuts had once grown. Pierce, however, didn’t care for the suburbs, and he’d bought his mom’s farm when she’d retired to Florida, determined to keep at least this little part of the city open. Although he mostly leased his land out, he loved the fifty acres he’d grown up on, and she knew he’d never sell them to developers no matter how close

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