Hallmark Christmas Books Novels & Stories

“I think you’ll like this one.” She set her mug to the side and carefully pulled open the paper. A beautiful leather bound book came out. The Silmarillion was emblazoned in gold leaf in beautiful flowing script. “It’s an older book, but I thought you might like it,” Mark told her. “I know how much you enjoyed The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.” She ran her fingers over the beautiful book. “Thank you, Dad.” She handed him her wrapped package. “Merry Christmas.”

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

The Hall was not just a monument to power; it was a place of potential, of possibility. And my wolf felt it too, but she continued to pace in my mind as she admired it. Despite its intimidating grandeur, it was a space where agreements had been made, where destinies had been shaped, where a single voice could shift the course of history. In that moment, I felt a flicker of something: responsibility, perhaps, or even the stirring of ambition. The Hall of Accord was a place where futures were decided, and standing within it, I could feel that my own future was somehow tethered to its vast, enduring legacy. It was a place where the weight of the past met the promise of what was to come an inte

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

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“If you explain to me, I will understand.” “This bag,” she pointed at my bag, “It's the serial release of HM collections, it was released a few days before Christmas and only some people can get the first batch.” “Yes I know, My family is among the third batch to get the back,” I tried to explain. I understand what Clover was saying but I didn't know much about bags. I knew my Grandma always gifted all the women in the family some kind of expensive bags but in different colors and I remember her saying our family's name is among the third batch in HM collections.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

“Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.” “They both sound like jerks,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. My mom remarried some guy named Richard out of nowhere, and now I’m stuck spending weeks at his fancy mansion for this over-the-top pre-Christmas thing. Apparently, they think the regular holiday’s too short, so they drag it out forever. I haven’t met my new stepbrothers, Liam and Kayden, but I’m already dreading it. “Oh, please, you haven’t even met them,” Jess says, opening the pizza box.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.