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If you haven’t already read Netta’s story it’s an ideal time to treat yourself to a pre-Christmas bargain. If you’ve already read Netta yourself, you might want to take advantage of the sale price to buy a stocking filler for other readers you know.
Here’s a peek at Netta’s Christmas. Her ex has taken their teenage kids away for Christmas. Disappointed, she grits her teeth and throws herself into a hectic week at the foodbank. It’s Christmas Eve. She’s going to stay with her new friends over Christmas, not knowing that she’s about to experience an epihany of sorts. But first, a visit to her parents’ house…
The sound of ‘Frosty the Snowman’ floated along the hall like a reassuring aroma. The Ronettes, if she wasn’t mistaken. Her dad was playing his Phil Spector Christmas album.
That was the thing about Arthur Wilde. He may be one of the mildest mannered and, yes, boring men on the planet but come Christmas, a metamorphosis took place. Okay, he still liked his comfy cardie and slippers. Two whiskies and he was out for the count. But once he’d got those CDs out, he’d be dancing around the house like a man possessed by the Yuletide spirit and you knew, without a doubt, Christmas had arrived in the Wilde household.
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