A Mistletoe Christmas: Santa's Mistletoe Mistake / A Merry Little Wedding / Mistletoe Magic

Dedication (#u3fdd0d0c-2c04-566b-9fdc-39a6b6a723d5)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_b11afba4-9826-536e-8827-2849c1a8968d)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_fb2d47ac-5892-5e17-9a9e-a245e329bbe0)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_46570337-166c-5c85-8681-237a7a413832)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_d4ad40b6-2a07-57a4-898c-4e03a87970bd)

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_ce39e30d-cfdc-5905-982b-b2eea7a192b3)

CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_0d4b7eda-c342-533c-9b9d-90082d7e666c)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

A Merry Little Wedding (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

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Mistletoe Magic (#litres_trial_promo)

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Santa’s Mistletoe Mistake (#ulink_b2f8c67e-1e0f-5c6a-8a72-a607c94f04c5)

Carla Cassidy

To everyone who believes in the spirit of giving, of children’s laughter and open hearts, may you have a magical Christmas filled with miracles!

Happy holidays.

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JAKE HANSON HATED CHRISTMAS. Every year he swore that when the holiday approached he’d get on a plane, leap on a train and leave the small town of Mistletoe, Texas, where everyone went just a little more than crazy at Christmas.

The madness started just after Thanksgiving, when colorful lights were strung and the gazebo in the town square was draped with ribbons and candy canes and the ever-present mistletoe.

It was a week before Christmas, and the mistletoe madness had nearly reached its peak as he parked his truck in front of the Mistletoe Café.

He got out of his truck and hurried toward the café door, eager to get out of the cold and get some dinner before heading back to his silent, empty two-story ranch house.

The heavenly scent of warm muffins and hot coffee greeted him, along with the clink of silverware and the laughter of friends dining together, which shot a surprisingly sharp pang of loneliness through him.

“Jake!” Suzie Walker, the red-haired owner of the establishment, met him at the door, a sprig of mistletoe in her hand. She raised her hand as high as it would go, which thankfully didn’t reach near the top of his head.

“Are you going to bend down so that we can share a kiss under the mistletoe?” she asked. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with merriment.

“Not a chance, Suzie. Roger would beat the living heck out of me if he saw me kissing his wife.”

She dropped her plump arm down and gave him a look of mock disappointment. “I haven’t managed to snag a single kiss because of that big fat old man of mine.”

Jake smiled. Roger was a big fat older man, who made a perfect Santa each year for the children of Mistletoe. “How about you snag me a booth so I can get some dinner?” He pulled his Stetson off his head.

Suzie sighed. “Follow me, cowboy.”

As she led him toward a booth in the back, he raised his hand and nodded to nearly everyone he passed. He’d grown up with most everyone in the café. The town’s total population was only between 1,800 and 2,000 people, small enough that practically everyone knew everyone else. However, at this time of year there were always tourists drifting in and out of town.

As he passed the booth in front of the one Suzie was leading him to, he saw his neighbor, Melody Martin, seated alone. On impulse he stopped at her booth. “Melody, mind if I join you?” He slid into the seat across from her before she could reply. He smiled at her and set his hat next to him. “I hate to eat alone.”