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    The Beauty of Forever
    The Beauty of Forever
    The Beauty of Forever
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    The Beauty of Forever

    By Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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    Once dead, always dead.

    Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a shadow among the living.

    Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head, Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something within him begins to stir.

    Life is a gift in which every moment counts.

    When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires. Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted to him.
    Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateDec 5, 2017
    ISBN9781773394985
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      The Beauty of Forever - Elyzabeth M. VaLey

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2017 Elyzabeth M. VaLey

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-498-5

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Audrey Bobak

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To everyone who believes in Christmas magic. Happy Holidays!

      THE BEAUTY OF FOREVER

      A Christmas Realm Tale, 1

      Elyzabeth M. Valey

      Copyright © 2017

      Chapter One

      Christopher leaned against his office chair. He stifled a yawn and ran his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he did. He would only close his eyes for thirty seconds.

      Or one minute.

      The sound of his cell phone ringing drilled into his eardrums and lurched him awake. He swiveled in his chair, fumbling to find the machine from hell. With the back of his hand, he smacked it and threw it crashing onto the floor.

      Blessed silence.

      He knew he should be more concerned about the device, but he’d been born in a time when those things didn’t exist and weren’t a necessity. Simpler times. Sighing, he stretched, taking pleasure in the dull crack of his bones. He glanced at the elaborate clock hanging on the wall to his left. The machine, made from large silver gears and black metal roman numbers, clicked and whirred, showing the time.

      Shit.

      Christopher sat up straight. Three hours. He’d dozed off for three hours. Damn, it was going to be another night at the office. Not that he needed much sleep, but the job had to be done. Bending over, he retrieved his phone and checked for any damages. The thing was intact. He set it on the tabletop and rubbed his face.

      This time of year always threw him off. Night became day and day became night. Living in the arctic didn’t help and neither did working for Santa Claus.

      Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick, Papa Noel, Kris Kringle, whatever you called him, had created an empire of toys, merchandise, and dreams which sold like dirt. He wasn’t the saint everyone depicted him to be. Behind his burly form, affable smile, and twinkling eyes lay a shrewd businessman who drove his employees with an iron fist.

      Christopher had been under Santa’s employment for more than a century. He enjoyed his job as CTO, Chief Toy Officer, but the hours and demands at this time of the year always got to him. His job was to make sure all toys were in mint condition and ready for delivery before Christmas Day. That meant he also had to deal with other managers and officers in each department to make sure everything ran smoothly. Although they hadn’t had any problems, except for the usual, he was ready for Christmas to be over. Working with other people had become tedious. The endless cheerfulness and good will of his colleagues exhausted him. All he wished for was to be left alone to rest.

      Christopher sighed. His peace would have to wait. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. The glass dome shimmered under the artificial light. Snow fell steadily from outside, resting above its surface before vanishing. He lowered his gaze. Machinery and people spread before him. At one time he’d been awed by the views. Now, however, it just implied more work was coming. Fir Elves worked nonstop, loading toys into conveyor belts to be revised one last time before shrinkage so they could fit into Santa’s bag. He could see them below, permanent smiles on their faces, cheerful words spoken as they performed grunt work. Christopher rolled his eyes. How did they stand it?

      He cocked his head, training his vision on the train platform where toys were unloaded. What was that? He squinted. His jaw dropped. Santa. And at his side a woman he didn’t know, but too short to be a Light Elf and too tall to be a dwarf or a Fir. They came steadily closer. Santa’s companion became clearer with each step. He stared at the top of her head and the long locks of hair which tumbled down her back. Ginger. Fiery. The color reminded him of the last rays of sunlight on a summer day, something he hadn’t seen in ages.

      Who was she? A visitor? A new employee? Maybe a relative? What kind of creature was she? Shifter? Vampire? Witch? God, he hoped she wasn’t a witch or warlock. He couldn’t find a single one he could stand. They all thought of themselves above the rest. He huffed and turned from the window.

      Whoever she was, this wasn’t the time to bring in anyone new. Chaos and disorder ruled all over the factory and everyone was too busy to care for much else. The sound of his phone filled the room again. He checked the caller. Andy, his secretary. He slid his digit over the screen.

      Hello.

      Mr. Beaufort, Santa would like to see you as soon as possible. He said it was urgent.

      Fuck.

      Do you know what he wants, Andy?

      No idea. He said he needed you but this was an hour ago.

      An hour ago? he repeated angrily. And why the hell didn’t you barge in here and wake me up?

      You’re in the office? Andy asked.

      Where else would I be?

      Well, you had a meeting with Jacobs.

      Christopher swore loudly. I totally forgot.

      He started pacing the room. Jacobs was going to kill him. Christopher’s team had encountered some problems in the last delivery from the faun and had had to return them. Jacobs hadn’t been pleased and they’d agreed to meet to go over the issue.

      All right. Give Jacobs a call. Apologize profusely and see if you can think of an excuse, although the damage is already done, he said.

      I could say Santa called you in for an urgent meeting, Andy suggested.

      Which is exactly what happened, except that thanks to you, I’m not with the old man at the moment, he growled. You know what, I’ll call Jacobs myself. I’ll let you know when I schedule a new meeting with him.

      What about Santa?

      I just saw him down on the floor so I’ll go and talk with him. And next time there’s an emergency like this, please, Andy, freaking find me. Take some initiative.

      Yes, sir.

      Christopher disconnected the call and dropped the phone on his desk. Could his day get any worse? He crossed the space to the adjacent bathroom and splashed some water on his face. His reflection stared at him in the mirror. Warlocks and witches had one use and this was it. Ever since he started working here, and due to their magic, he could see his reflection in any glass

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