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Bride Under the Mistletoe
The Magic of a Family Christmas
Susan Meier
His Mistletoe Bride
Cara Colter
Under the Boss’s Mistletoe
Jessica Hart
Table of Contents
The Magic of a Family Christmas
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
SUSAN MEIER spent most of her twenties thinking she was a job-hopper—until she began to write and realized everything that had come before was only research! As one of eleven children, with twenty-four nieces and nephews and three kids of her own, Susan has had plenty of real-life experience watching romance blossom in unexpected ways. She lives in Western Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband, Mike, three children and two overfed, well-cuddled cats, Sophie and Fluffy. You can visit Susan’s website at www.susanmeier.com.
For the people at Gardners Candies in
Tyrone, Pennsylvania!
Thanks for a great tour and your help with this story!
Merry Christmas!
For my mom, who was the inspiration
For Harry’s Christmas cookie painting!
“I’VE hired a nurse.”
“Really?” Wendy Winston tried to sound surprised by her next-door neighbor’s announcement, but she wasn’t. Betsy’s cancer hadn’t responded to treatment. Wendy had been able to help Betsy struggle through the aftereffects of the initial round of chemotherapy, but her friend needed real care now. Care beyond what a neighbor could provide.
“I appreciate all the help you’ve given me over the past few weeks, but I’ll bet you’ll be glad for the break.”
Fluffing the fat pillow before she slid it under Betsy’s head, Wendy laughed. “You think I’ll be glad to go back to an empty house?”
Betsy frowned. “I’ve always wondered why you didn’t move back to your family in Ohio after your husband died.”
She shrugged. “Memories mostly. It seemed too abrupt just to leave when he died. I needed time to process everything.”
“It’s been two years.”
“I also have a job.”
“No one stays away from family for a job.”
She grinned at Betsy. “Would you believe I can’t sell that monstrosity I call a house?”
Betsy
