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Sweet Christmas Book 4
BY SAMANTHA JACOBEY
Life isn’t always sweet, even for girls called Candy.
Candice Parker married Gerald Ford on Christmas Eve two years ago following a massive blizzard. The year before that her family was left homeless when a fire burned their apartments to the ground. Fortunately, fireman Gary had been on call and led the team that rescued Lanelle and Dakota from the blaze.
Last year it all came to a head when Caroline joined their household as the nanny and housekeeper when she revealed the fire had been arson. Following the discovery, a sinister plot unfolded that almost killed them all.
To say Candy is dreading the arrival of this typically happy holiday would be an understatement.
However, she does have one thing going for her this year. Gary has convinced her to adopt rather than try for a baby of their own and a new addition will join their family just in time to change Candy’s view of Christmas forever.
Pushing through her self-doubts, Candy must embrace the desire within her to become Joylana’s mother and champion for life, but will she have the strength to be the mom she wants to be after all the hardships she and Daks have faced in the past?
Christmas Joy (Sweet Christmas Series Book 4)
Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance
Six weeks later, time had passed swiftly since Halloween, and the semester had come to an end. The house quiet, Candy sat at her computer alone in the office, pretending to be busy with last-minute work. It was really Gary’s office, but these days, she used it more than he did. Staring at the screen, tears streaked her cheeks. Pulling a few tissues from the box on the desk, she dabbed at them before releasing a low, long wail.
Digging at her eyes with the thin material, Candy glared at her grades, which were displayed there on the screen. She had worked so hard. Had wanted it so badly. And yet, here they were: two Bs, two Cs, and a big fat D.
She had some decisions to make.
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. Her grandmother had used that phrase when she was a kid, before her father was killed and they had drifted apart. She had never quite understood what she had meant by it. But sitting in that chair, the meaning was all too clear. I can wish all I want. If I don’t change something, this is how it’s going to be until I graduate… or quit.
The idea of giving up brought on another wave of emotion, and she suppressed the squeal, hoping that neither Carol nor her mother would hear. Angrily clicking to close the box, she stood and left the office. Mounting the stairs unseen, she made it to her bedroom and the sink in the long, narrow lavatory.
Using the cool water, she washed away her sorrow. “No sense crying about it now,” she mumbled as she patted her skin with a fluffy hand towel. Her bedroom to the left of her, the door to her right led to the nursery they had constructed out of their spare bedroom; the one she had debated about giving to Daks when Carol came to live with them.
Holding the towel against her face, she breathed through it as she glared at the flat surface that hid the room beyond. Drawn to it, she continued to hold the cloth with her left hand while the right was lowered to find the handle and open the portal.
The room dim, the light from the closed shades was weak on this side of the house. The windows in this room and the one she shared with Gary overlooked the back yard, and the giant trees located there shaded them even further.
Glancing around at the items she had chosen, she sighed. They had kept the room simple, only providing the necessities until they knew for certain the age and sex of the child they would receive, but Gary had insisted on a crib, basinet, and other assorted furniture suitable for a baby.
The word frightened her even if she could not bring herself to explain it to Gary. Bringing a new child into their home had been a big decision, and she still wasn’t certain she was ready. Having Dakota had been the most difficult thing she had ever done, and even eight years later, the guilt weighed heavily upon her. It probably always will.
Moving to the center of the room, her fingers caressed the rocking chair that her husband had chosen. Made of dark, mahogany-colored wood, a simple green pad provided cushion for the hard seat. Sinking down upon it, she lowered her towel to her lap as she sat stiffly. Her back slowly relaxing against the slats, she closed her eyes and rocked gently back and forth. Just as she breathed out in a long exhale, accepting the quiet calm of the room, a loud and almost shrill jingle interrupted her, jarring her back to reality.
Leaping from the chair, she silenced the device she had left lying next to the sink, then noted it was her husband calling from the station. She hated those calls. Something else she had gotten used to and accepted but wasn’t exactly happy about.
“Hello?” she managed as she raised the device to her ear.
“Did I wake you?” Gary asked with a laugh.
“No, you didn’t wake me,” Candy sniffed, hoping he couldn’t hear the sadness in her voice. Her horrible grades would remain a secret for as long as she could hold it.
“Ah, good. We need to meet over at Glenda’s.”
“Glenda’s?” she repeated doubtfully. “I thought we had signed the final documents after the inspection last week.”
“Uh, well,” he capitulated, sensing she was upset. Deciding to keep it simple, he explained in short, “She’s got a few things we need to go over. Want me to pick you up?”
“No. I’ll drive,” she sighed.
Anyone who knows me could tell you, I am a friendly kind of person, never met a stranger and take up conversations anywhere at any time. I work hard, and my mind never seems to shut down, as I wake up often in the middle of the night with ideas pouring out and demanding to be dealt with.
Of course that means much of my books were written in the middle of the night.
I grew up and still live in the great state of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons, my significant other, and many friends as well
I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the books that are currently available and hope you will enjoy reading them just as much. And of course, there will be many more stories to come.
Links to Samantha’s website, blog, books, etc.
Sweet Christmas Series:
Read as a standalone or enjoy the whole series
CHRISTMAS CANDY http://myBook.to/ChristmasCandy
CHRISTMAS EVE http://myBook.to/ChristmasEve
CHRISTMAS CAROL http://myBook.to/ChristmasCarol
A SWEET CHRISTMAS COLLECTION (1-3)
CHRISTMAS JOY http://mybook.to/ChristmasJoy
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