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Holding Holly: A Love and Football Novella
Holding Holly: A Love and Football Novella
Holding Holly: A Love and Football Novella
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Holding Holly: A Love and Football Novella

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Julie Brannagh’s delightful Love and Football series returns in time for Christmas ...

Holly Reynolds has a secret. Make that two. The first involves upholding her grandmother’s hobby of answering Dear Santa letters from dozens of local schoolchildren. The second ... well, he just came strolling in the door.

For the last two years, Holly has not been able to stop thinking about gorgeous Seattle Shark Derrick Collins. His on-field exploits induce nightmares in quarterbacks across the NFL, but she knows he has a heart of gold.

Derrick has never known a woman he wanted to bring home to meet his family, mostly because he keeps picking the wrong ones—until he runs into sweet, shy Holly Reynolds. Different from anyone he’s ever known, Derrick realizes she might just be everything he needs.

When he discovers her holiday letter writing, he is determined to play Santa too. And as the pair team up to bring joy to one little boy very much in need, they discover the most precious Christmas gift of all: love.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateDec 2, 2014
ISBN9780062363862
Holding Holly: A Love and Football Novella
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Julie Brannagh

Julie Brannagh has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pencil. She lives in a small town near Seattle, where she once served as a city council member and owned a yarn shop. She shares her home with a wonderful husband, two uncivilized Maine Coons, and a rambunctious chocolate Lab. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden Heart® finalist and the author of contemporary sports romances.

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Holding Holly - Julie Brannagh

Dedication

To Judi, because Santa Claus doesn’t always wear a bright red suit and sport a long white beard.

Acknowledgments

I WANT TO thank my wonderful editor, Amanda Bergeron, for all of her hard work and her enthusiasm. It’s book #5, and I am still pinching myself that she chose my books. I’d also like to thank my terrific agent, Sarah Younger of Nancy Yost Literary Agency, who chose my books too. Sarah works hard on my behalf. We bonded over our shared love of football, and I am so lucky to have her.

I’d like to thank the Avon Books art department for a cover I fell in love with, among other things. I’d also like to thank the copyediting group, especially Beverly, who keeps all of my grammar and punctuation issues on the down-low.

I’d like to thank my husband, Eric, for a million reasons, but most of all because he made sure I could pursue the thing I wanted most in life. I love you, honey.

Amy Raby and Jessi Gage (the Cupcake Crew!) are my critique partners, my Friday standing dates, and my biggest cheerleaders. I wuv you both too.

Thank you to Greater Seattle RWA. Thank you so much for your friendship, your encouragement, and for all the chocolate. I owe all of you more than I could ever say.

I’d like to thank Tiffany’s. I hope to be able to afford to shop there in the near future.

As always, thank you to former and current Seattle Seahawks for interviews they’ve given in various forms of media that were a huge help in my research. I named my hero after one of the most inspiring players in the NFL, Derrick Coleman. I hope he won’t mind.

Would you like to adopt a local letter to Santa Claus and brighten a child’s holiday? It’s as easy as appearing at your local post office and presenting a photo ID. The procedure is outlined here: https://about.usps.com/corporate-social-responsibility/letters-to-santa.htm#p=1.

Here’s to the happiest of holidays for all my readers, and a wonderful and prosperous New Year for you and all those you love.

Go Sharks!

Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

An Excerpt from Blitzing Emily

An Excerpt from Rushing Amy

An Excerpt from Catching Cameron

An Excerpt from Covering Kendall

About the Author

Books by Julie Brannagh

An Excerpt from An Heiress for All Seasons by Sophie Jordan

An Excerpt from Intrusion by Charlotte Stein

An Excerpt from Can’t Wait by Jennifer Ryan

An Excerpt from The Laws of Seduction by Gwen Jones

An Excerpt from Sinful Rewards 1 by Cynthia Sax

An Excerpt from Sweet Cowboy Christmas by Candis Terry

Copyright

About the Publisher

Chapter One

DERRICK COLLINS HAD two jobs today: to smile, and to sign the credit card receipts.

Derrick’s mama and grandma had been asking—well, nagging—him to join them for a trip to Noel, Washington, for the past couple of years. If they went on his Tuesday off from the Sharks, they might have fun, and he might not have to sign a hundred autographs before they left the parking lot. Hopefully he’d have the element of surprise; nobody expected a six-foot-five, three-hundred-pound male in a place he imagined was dominated by females 365 days a year.

The first week of December was prime time to spend a few hours in a snow-dusted holiday paradise. Noel was a little town a hundred miles east of Seattle that had arisen from the ruins of a former logging town. The city fathers believed that all Christmas, all the time might be a way to bring tourism and the resulting jobs to the area. Surprisingly enough, their idea paid off in a big way.

People came from around the world to visit Noel’s charming little shops, restaurants, and the town square, which boasted live holiday music year-round. The post office hand-cancelled hundreds of thousands of holiday cards with their distinctive postmark each year. The town’s location also helped with the wintry weather theme: Noel featured ice and snow from October until April each year. When it wasn’t snowing, there was a countdown-to-Christmas clock in the square, and Santa made an appearance on a raft in the river during the Christmas in July festival. It was fun for kids of all ages, including a defensive tackle for the Sharks and the two women who had made sure that he’d gotten his ass through college and who still kept him out of trouble.

Derrick’s mama and grandma were currently in the quilt shop, which appeared to be every crafter’s fantasy. He didn’t understand why they took a perfectly nice piece of fabric, cut it up, and sewed it together again, but they’d gotten involved in a program which provided baby quilts to low-income new mothers through one of the local hospitals. Mama and Grandma’s sewing machines were going day and night as a result, whenever they weren’t at church or watching his grandma’s beloved mixed martial arts broadcasts. He couldn’t figure out why a woman who identified as a pacifist couldn’t wait to watch some guy beat the crap out of another guy.

He strolled through the front door of the quilt shop and up to the counter. The woman behind the cash register looked a little scared, he thought. He towered over her. Maybe she was startled by his sheer bulk and his long dreadlocks.

Hi. I’m Derrick Collins. He nodded toward his mama and grandma. They’re with me. Please make sure they buy whatever they want. Here’s my card for their tab.

He handed her his platinum American Express card. She took it with shaking fingers. He noticed she was wearing a wedding set on the third finger of her left hand. Maybe he should encourage the cashier to call her husband and ask him if he knew who Derrick Collins was; a couple thousand bucks was walking-around money for him.

May I . . . may I please see your ID? she asked. She must not have been a football fan, Derrick thought.

Sure, he said. He held out his driver’s license to her.

She looked at the photo, glanced at the card once more, flipped it over to look at his signature, and said, Thank you very much.

Thank you. And I meant it: whatever my mama and grandma want.

She nodded. At the rate the women cutting fabric and gathering notions a few feet away were going, they were already up to four figures.

Is there a place close by I could get something to drink? he asked.

There’s a coffee shop across the hall that also sells wine and beer, she said.

Mama, he called out. I’ll be across the hall if you need me.

Okay, honey. We won’t be long, she said.

Sure, they wouldn’t. He grinned to himself. They were going to shop until they dropped, and they’d fall asleep in the back of his Escalade as he drove them home. He’d get a pizza and play some video games with a few of his teammates tonight. Mama and Grandma would eat a light dinner at his place and spend some time excitedly planning their next projects.

He pretended like they drove him nuts, but nothing could be further from the truth. He should buy them a little house somewhere peaceful in the Seattle area where they could have some privacy when they were in town, but he had to admit that he enjoyed their fussing over him. They spent most of football season in Seattle, staying in his downtown Bellevue condo. The rest of their year they spent in his tiny hometown in Alabama. They’d started visiting him a lot more often after his last relationship came to a disastrous end.

He’d dated Jada for three years. It wasn’t working, but he didn’t want to be alone. She started hinting around about a ring, and he finally summoned the guts to break it off. He should never have asked her for a second date. She didn’t like his mama or his grandma, and the feeling was mutual. She thought his money was hers to spend. She was more interested in the fact that she was welcomed into the most exclusive nightclubs with him than she was in actually being with him.

She was the latest in a long line of women who had no interest in who he was. All they wanted was what he—and his money—could do for them. He realized he was not alone with this problem; it happened to most professional athletes. He seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to fix it, however.

Your picker’s broken, honey, his grandma had said to him more than once. You need a nice girl. You’re not going to meet your future wife and the mama of your children in a nightclub.

But, Grandma, it’s hard to meet women. The second the words left his lips, he realized he’d really stepped in it. It wasn’t hard to meet women. It was hard to meet the right woman.

Come to church with us. There’s plenty of nice girls there, his mama said. My friend Mavis’s granddaughter is such a sweet girl. She’s about to graduate from the University of Washington, and she already owns a business. If you don’t like her, there are several more young women you might enjoy spending time with there.

Oh, yes, Derrick. We’ll also ask the pastor to pray that you’ll find the right young lady, his grandma said. He was cooked now. The information would hit the church’s prayer chain, someone would call or e-mail one of the local media, and he’d be the laughing stock of the Sharks’ locker room.

Grandma, you don’t have to do that—

We want you to find the perfect young lady to join our family, his grandma said. We can’t wait to meet her.

He couldn’t wait to meet her, either. If she existed at all.

HOLLY REYNOLDS PLUNKED herself down on a bar stool behind the counter of Caffeine Addiction, Noel’s coffee shop. Baristas started their day before the sun came up,

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