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Mistletoe Magic
Mistletoe Magic
Mistletoe Magic
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Mistletoe Magic

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Discover a trio of heartwarming holiday tales where Christmas miracles come wrapped in unexpected packages. "Clueless at Christmas" delivers a sweet twist of fate for a man who finds a mysterious beauty at his door. "Christmas Surprise" weaves a tale of returning home, rekindling old flames, and saving a cherished family ranch. "The Yuletide Thief" offers a historical romance with a spirited vicar's daughter who must outwit a charming rogue to create a merry Christmas for orphans. Each story promises to fill your heart with the spirit of the season and the magic of love.

 

Clueless at Christmas
A Sweet Contemporary Holiday Romance

Jacob can't believe his luck when a beautiful woman knocks on his cabin door in the middle of a blizzard on Christmas eve. From the looks of it, Santa sent him an angel in the snowstorm. But things are never as they seem…

 

Christmas Surprise
A Clean Enemies to Lovers Western Holiday Romance

Margo's festive spirit knows no bounds, from her extravagant apartment decorations to her year-round Christmas carol playlist. Yet beneath the tinsel and twinkling lights, a family struggle simmers as her dad clings to the ranch she wants no part of. When ranch manager Chase, her past flame, must endure her return for the holidays, it's a test of patience, love, and a chance at redemption, all while Robert, their patriarch, has plans of his own.

 

The Yuletide Thief
A Clean Historical Holiday Romance

As a vicar's daughter, Emily Hawthorne has few marriage prospects in the country. She loves children and has resigned herself to becoming a governess. Before leaving for London to seek employment, she decides to arrange a proper Christmas for the orphans of their church. But she'll have to compete with Robin of Sussex, a highwayman who fancies himself the next Robin Hood.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 6, 2023
ISBN9781998178216
Mistletoe Magic
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Daisy Landish

Daisy Landish is a sweet romance and cozy mystery author, whose clean and sweet stories have tugged at readers' heartstrings around the world. When she's not writing love stories, Daisy spends her time reading, hiking at dawn, and riding into the sunset on her horse, Rosebud.

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    Mistletoe Magic - Daisy Landish

    Mistletoe MagicTitle Page

    Copyright © 2023 by Daisy Landish

    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 the use of brief quotations in a book review.

    First Edition

    Editing by Rachael Lammie

    Cover by Daisy Landish

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    CONTENTS

    About the Author

    Also by Daisy Landish

    Clueless at Christmas

    1. Emily

    2. Jacob

    3. Emily

    4. Jacob

    5. Emily

    6. Jacob

    7. Emily

    Christmas Surprise

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    The Yuletide Thief

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    Daisy Landish is a romance and contemporary fiction author living in the UK, whose clean and sweet novellas have tugged at readers’ heartstrings across the pond and beyond. When she’s not writing love stories, Daisy spends her time reading, hiking at dawn, and riding into the sunset on her horse, Rosebud.

    www.daisylandishromance.com

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    Clueless at Christmas

    CHAPTER 1

    EMILY

    "I would feel much happier knowing you were flying here. The thought of you driving all that way alone worries me, Mom complained into the phone. If you’re worried about the cost, I’ll pay for the flight myself. It’s no trouble to have my little girl with us at Christmas." I could hear her smile through the phone.

    Mom, I’m not a little girl. I’m twenty-three. It’s only a four-hour drive, I’ll be fine. I’ll be home in time for dinner on Christmas Eve. Stop worrying. I laughed, hearing her sigh in frustration.

    She knew how stubborn I could be. It was a trait I inherited from her. We talked for a little longer before I had to go. I still had to pack and wrap my gifts.

    The next morning, I tossed my bag and gifts into the back of my little silver Volkswagen Beetle, cranked up the radio, and started my trip from San Francisco to the small mountain town of Graeagle, about sixty miles outside of Reno.

    As soon as I turned eighteen, I moved to San Francisco. Though it upset my parents, I just could not stay living in a town where everyone knew everything about everyone. Daddy always said my dreams were bigger than Graeagle, and as always, he was right.

    I watched the city go by and slowly vanish in my rear-view mirror. Concrete buildings gave way to rows of snow-covered trees.

    I turned up the radio a little louder and sang along with Leanne Rimes as home drew closer. I loved living in the city, and I never once doubted my decision to move. Still, nothing beat the moment the city was left behind, and the country landscape and mountain air waved hello. The landscape around me turned from green to white as the snow started falling thicker and harder. The music stopped, and a cheerful voice chimed over the radio.

    We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you an important weather update. Blitzen, the festive storm will likely hit Sacramento, Reno and travel up through northern California in the next few hours. Expect high winds upwards of fifty miles an hour, below zero temperatures, and heavy snowfall. It looks like it will be a white Christmas after all, as the storm is reported to be here for the rest of the week. So, stay safe out there people. If you are traveling home for Christmas, we advise a quick journey as the roads will get icy very soon. Now let’s get the Christmas spirit flowing. The next song is Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dean Martin.

    Winter in Graeagle was cold enough without the prospect of a winter storm. The trees zoomed by as fast as other cars traveling back down toward San Francisco. As the day wore on, the darkness only made it harder to see through the blizzard. The radio started breaking up as interference from the storm distorted the signal. The constant crackle was messing with my head, and I turned it off. It was taking everything I had to stay focused and calm as I made my way up the mountains through the sheet of white now covering my windshield. The snow was piling on faster than the wipers could clear it.

    I saw the bridge I needed to cross to start the long drive up toward home. That bridge meant that I had already covered half of my journey. My phone rang. I glanced to the passenger seat where my phone sat and saw ‘Mom’ flash on my screen.

    Ironic, Mom. Considering you say you don’t want me answering my phone while driving, and you know I’m driving right now, I yelled at the phone, struggling to control my car. I could feel the tires slipping on the road. My phone rang again. I’ll call you back, I yelled at my phone as if Mom could hear me without picking up the call.

    I don’t know why bridges are more slippery than roads. I should look it up sometime. But now, I debated whether I should pull over and call Mom back when I got to the other side.

    Though I drove as carefully as I could, my tires slid over the black ice. And though I knew better, fear made me slam on the breaks.

    I watched in horror as my car started spinning in slow motion. Before I could blink or breathe, the front of the car smashed into a tree while the back broke the guardrail of the bridge. I hit my head on the steering wheel on impact. Though the car could go no further, it was still moving. Maybe I had a concussion and only felt like it was moving. I checked my rear-view mirror for oncoming traffic and my heart stopped. The back of my car was teetering over the edge of the bridge. Though the river was narrow and likely frozen, I did not want to drop the twenty or so feet.

    If I go down with the car, I could die. I needed to get out of the car. I took off my seat belt and unlocked the door. I was the heaviest thing in the car; I was keeping it from falling. I had to quickly open the door and get out or I’d get hit by the door and pulled down with the car. I took a deep breath and moved my feet closer to the door, turning my body slowly as I did.

    Good, my legs aren’t broken.

    I moved my fingers and tested my wrist. All clear. Shoulders? Fine. I put one hand on the handle and squeezed it, pushing the door only enough for it to unlatch. So far so good. Another deep inhale, and I pushed the door with both hands and leaped out, angling left and throwing myself on the ground to avoid the car door slamming into me. It worked. I was out.

    I don’t know how long I lay in the snow. When I woke, I was so cold I thought I might have hypothermia. There was blood in the snow where I’d passed out. I raised a hand to my head and found a cut over my

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