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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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Home for the Holidays

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Lucy Darling

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08R2TNS7X
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Escaping the big city to go home for the holidays is the only bright light in the year I’ve had. I’m constantly surrounded by people, but I’ve never felt more alone or out of place. Going home had been the plan until a historic snowfall downs all air traffic.
Well, not all of it. A handsome billionaire with a private plane can still fly, and when he asks me to accompany him for the holidays and pretend to be his fiancé, we strike a deal.
They say Logan Duncan is hard, brooding, and seemingly cold. But with me he manages to send hot tingles down my spine whenever he touches me and holds me close. He makes this all feel too real. The closer we get the more I see he’s never been loved. I make it my mission to show him the magic of Christmas.
My holidays started out grounded, but now they’re soaring. The only problem is, what happens when I want this fake fiancé to be the real thing?
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1

Angel

I love snow. It’s one of the many things I love about the holidays. Everything looks so pristine when it’s covered in a fresh blanket of it. I’ve been so excited to get home to see snow again. But Mother Nature has decided to play a cruel joke on me. Snow is going to be the very thing that’s going to keep me stranded in LA.

It hasn't snowed in LA in more than fifty years. I look out the window of my small apartment that I share with three other girls. Small snowflakes fall to the ground. It wasn’t even supposed to start until tonight. I didn’t think I had anything to worry about because by then I’d be back home and in my parents’ house to enjoy three weeks off of work.

I’m looking forward to being back in Rocky Hill. I need this trip. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, and now everything might be ruined. The disappointment makes my stomach hurt. I know that a drive home would take days, not to mention how hazardous the roads might be along the way. I also don’t have a car, so there’s that.

“Can we use your room for storage while you’re gone?” Victoria asks. I peek over my shoulder to look at her. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

These models and actresses out here can’t handle the cold. This is the first time I’ve ever seen Victoria in so much clothing. Unlike me, who’s on the shorter and curvier side, the girls I live with are stick thin and have legs for days.

“I-”

“Thanks.” She cuts me off before I can answer, turning to head back to her bedroom but not before she cranks the heat up more. It’s already a freaking sauna in here. Barbie comes stumbling out of her room next. She doesn't say a word as she makes her way to the coffee machine.

“What is this?” she snaps. Crap. I rush over toward the coffee pot and grab my sugar container.

“Sorry.” She only glares at me. I had no idea how hard living with models was going to be. They get pissed if I leave any sweets or unhealthy things in the fridge. “If you cut the sweets—” Her pretty blue eyes flick over me, finishing her sentence for her.

I really wish my roommates were as pretty on the inside as they are on the outside. I often think sometimes they are only mean to me because they must always be hangry. Now that is something I can relate to.

“Morning.” I give her a soft smile that does nothing. My mom is going to have to explain this whole kill people with kindness thing because all these girls are still alive and kicking.

“Aren't you supposed to be gone already?”

I ignore her, going back to my bedroom and putting the sugar on top of the mini fridge I have in there. It’s where I keep most of my food.

The only things in the kitchen refrigerator are bottles of water, a box of baking soda, and yogurt. The freezer isn't much better, with only grapes in it. I feel insulted whenever they call those frozen grapes dessert.

That was another thing I was looking forward to. All the home cooking my mom and I planned to do over the next three weeks. I know it’s going to be amazing. My throat grows tight thinking about not making it home. I missed Thanksgiving at home this year. I didn’t have enough time to take off for both, so I saved up all my time so I could stay for one long trip.

Of course when Mom heard what I was planning, she, Dad, and my brother showed up here for a surprise visit. They rented an Airbnb for the long weekend. It was wonderful, but there is nothing like being home for the holidays.

My phone dings, letting me know the driver is here. I roll out my two giant suitcases from my bedroom toward the front door.

“Bye,” I say to Barbie, who rolls her eyes at me.

“Let me get those,” the driver says, taking the bags from me.

“Thanks.” I look up at the snow, which seems to be falling harder than it was ten minutes ago before I get into the car.

“They’ve already cancelled some flights,” the driver informs me. I quickly check my phone but see that mine is still on schedule.

“I’m good.” He gives a nod and pulls out, heading toward the airport. My phone dings with a text from my brother telling me to text him with my flight information before takeoff. The drive to the airport is slow due to the worsening weather.

When I make it in and past security without my flight being cancelled, I let out a giant sigh of relief. I’m going to make it home. No sooner than I have the thought my phone dings with an alert.


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