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Lovers of Christmas Past
Lovers of Christmas Past
Lovers of Christmas Past
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Lovers of Christmas Past

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Holly Michaels loves managing the children’s center in Sapphire Springs, but she longs to have children of her own. She’s haunted by her decision to leave the love of her life after he declared he didn’t want kids.

Nick Masters never got over Holly leaving him at the altar five years ago. Now, he’s volunteered to play the part of Santa Claus at the children’s center’s Christmas celebration to get close to Holly again.

Nick is all smiles for the little ones, but will his attitude change when it comes time to hang up his red suit for the season?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAshelyn Drake
Release dateMay 24, 2018
ISBN9780463306604
Lovers of Christmas Past
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Ashelyn Drake

Ashelyn Drake is a New Adult and Young Adult romance author. While it’s rare for her not to have either a book in hand or her fingers flying across a laptop, she also enjoys spending time with her family. She believes you are never too old to enjoy a good swing set and there’s never a bad time for some dark chocolate.

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    Lovers of Christmas Past - Ashelyn Drake

    Chapter One

    Holly

    Thinking I see the man I was supposed to marry five years ago is nothing out of the ordinary for me. I see Nick’s face in just about every twenty-something man I meet. And every time, it sends my heart aflutter. Nick was perfect for me in every way but one. He didn’t want children. I tried to tell myself I could get past that. At twenty-three, I wasn’t ready for children yet anyway, but as I stood in my wedding gown, facing the doors to the chapel, I couldn’t bring myself to envision a future without kids of my own. So I turned around, wrote Nick a Dear John letter, and walked out on the love of my life.

    The man I’ve been staring at—one of the fathers, who only slightly resembles Nick—shoves his hands in his pockets and turns away.

    Holly? a small voice says as a tiny hand tugs on my dress.

    I glance down at Erica, the cutest six-year-old I’ve ever laid eyes on and my favorite—though I’d never admit that aloud—child at the children’s community center I run in Sapphire Springs. I bend down so I’m eye level with her. What is it, sweetie?

    Is Santa coming this year? Erica’s eyes are full of hope, probably because her parents can’t afford to buy her Christmas presents. I’ve been extra good this year.

    I brush her strawberry-blonde locks behind her left ear. Yes, Erica. Santa will be here, and I’m sure he’ll have something extra special for you in his bag of presents.

    Her face lights up, and she throws her arms around me.

    Her mother stands behind her with tears in her eyes, so I reach my hand out to squeeze hers. Thank you, she mouths.

    The Sapphire Springs Children’s Community Center has become my world. I love each and every one of these children and their parents, who try so hard to provide with the little they have. I smile at Erica’s mom before releasing her hand.

    Erica, why don’t you go see April? She’s setting up the table to make gingerbread houses, I say once Erica finally lets go of my neck.

    Can we eat the candy, too? Erica asks.

    Sure, but save some for the houses, okay? I wink at her before she runs off to find April, my best friend and cofounder of the children’s community center. She’s like the sister I never had. We met in college, and I was able to convince her to move home to Sapphire Springs with me to open this place. She’s the only person I know who loves children as much as I do.

    Holly? Lemar calls from his office situated along the back wall next to my corner office. He waves me over, phone in hand.

    Excuse me, I say to Erica’s mother, who is still looking at me like I’m Mrs. Claus.

    She nods and walks over to meet Erica at the gingerbread craft table.

    I take a few long, steady strides to Lemar’s office, but the look of panic on his face isn’t doing anything

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