Doesn’t that all sound wonderful? The truth of the matter is, the above paragraph is so far from reality in my yuletide world. See, I don’t live on Maple Street; my address is closer to Chaos Lane. Just to prove it, I’ll give you a glimpse into what my holidays usually entail.
Now, let’s talk Turkey. Or more specifically the sales after Turkey Day. See, I don’t buy my gifts ahead of time. I usually will begin after Thanksgiving in the mad dash of Black Friday, and try to follow it up with more deals on Cyber Monday. The truth is, things are so expensive these days that some of the sales the weekend following Thanksgiving are the best time to buy. Then once I have the presents I do the responsible thing and wrap them all right away. Okay, so that’s not true. They go in the closet and I’ll start on them first thing in the morning. At least that’s what I tell myself, but invariably this isn’t the case as daily life almost always interferes.
Now it’s time for baking. I don’t have a pretty apron, nor is my hair and make-up done perfectly as I traipse around the kitchen in my high heels as I roll out sugar cookie dough. I’m more likely to be seen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of athletic pants. My hair will be up in a pony tail, or at least most of it anyway and you can bet dollars to donuts that I will have flour and other remnants of baking on my nose, chin and countless other places they don’t belong. Of course during this time, the dog will undoubtedly have drug some dirt in the house. While I chase him with a towel and try to dry off his paws, slightly muddy from the damp ground after the snow melts I forget about everything else. I would ask the kids for help, but of course they’re probably arguing about something and wouldn’t hear me anyway. This will distract me from the cookies in the oven until they are coated with a nice black bottom.
Fast forward to Christmas Eve and you’ll probably find me staying up late to finish wrapping those last few gifts that I swore to myself I was going to wrap weeks earlier. I’ll most likely go to bed exhausted as I finish picking up the house for the guests who will be arriving the next day because no matter how much I plan, between writing, emails, social networking and the myriad of daily life activities that eat away at my time there is just so much to be done in the holiday season. You would think with the craziness of my month I would be pulling my hair out and vow to never give so much a go again, but you’d be wrong. Despite all the craziness one thing remains true. The holidays are about family, friends and all the joy that comes with that. Whether my cookies are baked to perfection or they’re burnt to the crisp, whether my home looks perfect or a disaster I wouldn’t trade the gift of spending holidays with those I love for anything in the world.
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Happy Holidays ~ Nicole Morgan
All Jenny wanted was to run her resort hotel without the constant interference from her boss. All Beck wanted, was her.
Jenny Somers is the General Manager at a resort hotel in the beautiful Caribbean. She loves her job, but she hates her boss. Constantly cutting corners to meet budget constraints she finds herself doing handyman work just to keep the hotel running.
Beck is a drifter who comes to Jenny’s rescue during a plumbing emergency at the hotel. He is arrogant, cocky and absolutely everything that Jenny despises in a man of his type.
Together Jenny and Beck find out just how real the term “opposites attract” is, and along the way find something they weren’t quite expecting along the way.
"...aching underneath the zipper of his jeans. She was sleeping so peacefully, but the need to touch her, taste her, tease her and please her was much more urgent. He undid the snap and zipper of his jeans and slipped them to the ground. His T-shirt soon followed, making a mound of clothes on the floor. Standing there for a minute he listened to the tiny little noises she made with every breath. Smiling, he thought she sounded like a kitten purring."