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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a fun Christmas Novella Sequel to Compassion: The Extended Edition.

Father of two Archer Cox isn't sure what to get his young daughters for Christmas.

Neither used their time sitting on Santa's lap wisely.

One interrogated him like he was a world class jewel thief, and the other almost slapped him in the face because of his beard.

So, what does a dad do?

He gets creative with the help of his wife to have the girls write a letter to the big man in red.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't expecting "Santa" to have to deliver such a tall order.

Then again, if he was given a miracle ten years ago, who's to say another one can't occur this holiday season.

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Chapter 1

Jaye

You know how they say, things are totally different when it’s your own kids? That’s mainly true. However, one of the exceptions is when it comes to reading and buying books. I constantly do both like they’re flunking students who I am determined to help graduate by any means necessary. I guess the biggest difference between Private Academy Librarian Jaye and Mom Jaye is that I buy my girls books directly versus just telling a parent or parents or nanny – we don’t have one of those – what books they should be buying. Not a monumental difference.

“Mom, we can’t forget to pick out a new cookbook for Grandma Caroline.” Rainne Saint Cox, my seven-year-old going on thirty-seven politely reminds from my side on our way towards Crack That, our favorite bookstore. “Remember how much she loved the Disney one we got for Mimi for her birthday this year?”

No, you heard her right. Grandma Caroline. Chris’s parents – who are still my parents’ best friends – have stepped into the role of extra grandparents for our girls. We were as surprised as anyone – all things considered – but I get the feeling that this allows them to have a piece of life that they never thought they would after he died. Explaining the situation to the girls – how not all family is blood and how tragedy can create new bonds – was a great teaching opportunity that also inspired me to write and illustrate my third children’s book, which covered the subject. Hm? Oh! Yeah! Yeah! I’ll tell you all about my first one! It was written and published a little after a year into my relationship with Archer. It was about a bunny who needed help from a gardener that listened to the bunny’s issues. And then the bunny, encouraged other bunnies to go to the gardener to be heard as well as guided, too. It was created to help young children who transition into therapy, and I’m happy to report that it’s not only on our shelf in the library at the private academy I still work for, but that it was also bought by several doctors for their practices, including the one Dmitri Chappell – dreamy doctor that wasn’t for me – runs. Don’t worry. No hard feelings there. He’s happily married, too! We even take our kids to him for wellness visits and on the occasion playdates. See. No bad blood.

“And Grandpa Kristof likes birds,” Rainne continues to recall during our stroll, more curls escaping loose from the bottom of her beanie.

“So, he needs a bird book!” squeaks, my four-year-old daughter Henzley, anxious to contribute to the conversation.

Her sister leans around my frame to swiftly correct, “An ornithology book, Henz.”

“Ornifallofgy.”

“Ornithology.”

“Ornahallofgy.”

Rainne poorly hides her frustration sounds that are too much like her grandmother’s for her own good. “Awr-nuh-thol-uh-jee.”

“Awr-nuh-thol-uh-jee,” Henz quietly repeats to herself over and over again, clearly trying to soak in not only the word but how to correctly say it as well.

I don’t know if that’s a technique she learned all on her own or one inspired from hearing her father repeat his mantra when he occasionally gets a little off kilter. Thankfully, the meds and therapy over the years have helped tremendously; however, that’s the thing about PTSD. There’s no cure. You can still have an episode. It’s about controlling and preventing whenever possible. Proactive versus reactive. The kids know that Dad has to do it for his health, just like they know mental health matters just as much as physical health. They also know about his limp – which is really only that noticeable when it gets too cold out like today. While they don’t fully grasp the concept of war or the military, they understand Archer served for the country that they live in to protect them in ways almost like a superhero does and that the tags on display on our family wall are a reminder of that. And that their names – Rainne’s middle and Henz’s first, which contains a z plus the way it sounds – are both after his best friends who didn’t survive the fight like their dad did. What’s interesting is that type of talk makes Henz get teary and huggy and almost afraid she might lose him yet fills Rainne with curiosity and a bit of anger that not everyone comes back from those things. She wants reasons why. And wants answers for why they have to fight to begin with. I’m gonna be totally up front here and say that shit is so not the easiest subject to approach with kids. And I don’t think I can write a bunny themed book to help explain it better. Trust me. I’ve already tried.

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Compassion – The Extended (The Compassion #1) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.ilovenovels.com/compassion-the-extended-the-compassion-1-read-online-xavier-neal Fri, 25 Nov 2022 12:33:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/compassion-the-extended-the-compassion-1-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Contemporary, Romance Authors: Xavier Neal Series: The Compassion Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes an unconventional, contemporary romance featuring a grumpy, wounded veteran and a quirky librarian who proves all the world needs in it is a little more compassion...

Private Academy Librarian Jaye Jenkins isn't afraid of the green-eyed homeless man she finds digging in her trashcan one cold winter night.

He's starving.

Just trying to survive.

Could use a bit of kindness that she can't help but give.

And when that kindness leads to her saving him from some misplaced hatred, an unorthodox situation begins.

One that will change both of their lives.

Forever.

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Playlist Selects

Here are ten songs from the “Compassion” playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

1. Religious – Ne-Yo (R&B)

2. Phenomenal – Eminem (Rap/HipHop)

3. Too Much – Spice Girls (Pop)

4. Irish – Goo Goo Dolls (Alternative Rock)

5. Thank God – Kane Brown, Katelyn Brown (Country)

6. You Saved Me – Gary Clark Jr. (Soul/Blues)

7. Eleven: 11 – Pell (Rap/Hiphop)

8. Take Me Home Tonight – Eddie Money (Pop Rock)

9. Dream – Queen Naija ft Lucky Daye (R&B)

10. Low Life – X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons (Pop Rock)

More songs: https://spoti.fi/3Nssn7b

Chapter 1

Jaye

Moms don’t really always know best, but let’s keep that between me and you, okay? Oh! Oh no! If you’re a mom, I really didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry! I am so, so sorry! I probably should’ve been more specific and said my mother doesn’t always know best. Words and sentence structure matter. I know this. I literally get paid to know and teach this to an extent.

“Don’t slouch, Jaye,” my mother, Margaret Jenkins, not-so-gently reminds me at the same time she places a plate of gourmet eggplant parmesan in front of me. “It’s unbecoming, and it’s terrible for your back. Keep that up, and next thing you know, you’ll be going to see Dr. Smiley for a visit.” She twists the plate to a more picture-perfect position prior to flicking her thick, wavy, caramel locks away from her honey, tawny skinned face. “And while smile may be in his name, you can rest assured, going to see an orthopedic physician will leave you with nothing to smile about.”

“I don’t know,” Charles Jenkins, my father, nonchalantly argues while leaning back in his stool seat, dark hickory hands folding together in his lap. “He does have the best candy jar in the game, Mags.” His dark brown stare shoots me a small wink. “Freshest Whoppers in all of Highland. He leaves me with no choice but to confiscate at least a handful on behalf of the good people in this city.”

And this is what makes my dad so damn magical. An entire city full of people to serve and protect yet he always, always starts at home with me.

“Neither you nor Jaye need any more Whoppers in your life,” she scolds as she puts his plate down in front of him.

“Candy or burgers?” Dad playfully pokes.

“Both.” Her snip is given to him on an unhappy glare before she relocates the disapproval my direction. “And speaking of things you should be avoiding, you need to be careful about adding extra cheese to your dish tonight.” The expression of discontent deepens. “Not only could eating too much increase your risk of high cholesterol and high blood pressure therefore increasing your risk of a heart attack – something to always have in the back of your mind even at twenty-nine – but also your pants are beginning to look a little…snug.”

You know it’s bad when your doctor says shit like this to you during a yearly physical, yet when your mom says it, your mom who is also a doctor – a thoracic surgeon to be more exact – the low blow pain is much, much harsher. It’s pretty much a kidney shot. It hurts so bad that you wanna scream bloody murder but can’t. I also wanna tell her that I could’ve bought these pants this way! That maybe they aren’t fitting tighter because I’ve had one too many snowmen shaped cookies from the children at school who gave me some as a holiday treat! Whatever the case may be – fashion or frosting – extra cheese would be just fine on this Gordon Ramsey inspired meal. I’m not going to explode, although if I keep bottling up all my feelings like this I may implode. See. Words matter.

“Now,” Mom begins during her stroll back into the main portion of the kitchen where her plate is waiting to be relocated, “what was I saying before all this?”

That you think your daughter is going to turn into The Hunchback of Notre-Dame if she doesn’t straighten her spine. Oh…maybe that should be a book we read for book club! The adults the version by Victor Hugo – great writer – and the children the Disney adaptation. I’m sure it exists. Disney basically has a book for everything they make animated.

“Something about the Phillipsons,” Dad loudly reminds yet quietly adds, “who are also probably to thank for whatever this shit is.” His confused expression meets mine on a barely above a whisper snap, “What the fuck is this?”

After cutting a quick glance to where my mother is snapping a social media shot of the dish that she created, I answer at the same volume, “Eggplant parmesan.”

His thick eyebrows pull together. “Did the grocery store stop selling pasta?”

“Not that I know of.”

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