Christmas Carol – Mistletoe Montana Read Online Jordan Marie

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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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Christmas Carol - Mistletoe Montana

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Jordan Marie

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08MY3YCQG
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Crude. Surly. Mean.
That was the reputation Cyrus Martinez had—especially this time of year.
Cyrus hated everything about Christmas. Every. Single. Thing.
He didn’t believe in the joy of the season. Life had dealt him blow after blow and now he lived for himself and no one else. The one good thing in his life, was baseball and fate had been trying to mess that up too.
When he was traded from his dream team and sent back to the minors to play for a team no one had heard of, in a town no one knew about—he wasn’t happy.
There just wasn’t a lot he could do about it.
Moving to Mistletoe, Montana was definitely a culture shock. The whole town was Christmas crazy and apparently that way year around. Cyrus was ready to leave from day one.
He even begged his GM for another trade.
When he agreed to check on Ida Sue Lucas’s family member while in town, he didn’t know what he expected. Someone as crazy as she was probably.
He wasn’t ready for the sexy blonde, with sparkling blue eyes, a laugh that sounded like bells chiming, who had a body that was made to heat up the coldest of winter nights.
Sweet. Cheerful. Loving.
She was Cyrus’s complete opposite. Heck, the town even nicknamed her Christmas Carol.
It could never work out between the two of them. No way. No how.
But maybe Cyrus could be the first man to make sure squeaky clean Carol got put on Santa’s naughty list this year…
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Prologue

Cyrus

“Listen, Sam. I don’t care who you have to sleep with to get me out of here, but you do it.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that Cryus,” Sam mutters into the phone. She’s pissed, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not exactly happy.

“You’re my agent. I hired you to take care of this shit. I don’t want to play for a fucking team called the Mistletoe Moose! I don’t like the damn cold. All I’ve seen since I’ve hit Montana is snow.”

“Cyrus, you whine more than my three-year-old. Jesus, you haven’t even made it to Mistletoe! Give it a chance. You may love living there,” Sam gripes.

“I’ll have you know I just crossed into the outer limits of Mistletoe—whatever in the fuck that means,” I growl.

“The outer limits?” Sam questions.

“That’s what the sign said,” I answer with a sigh.

“Sounds like something science-fictiony to me,” Sam responds and I almost smile.

Almost.

I like Sam. She’s a good agent and she’s not steered me wrong, but I’m not happy about being downgraded to a damn team in Montana that no one has heard of. I love baseball. I live for it. Since hurting my pitching arm, it feels like my dream is slipping through my fingers and I’m more pissed off about that than anything else. Honestly, I’m scared. Baseball is my world. If I lose it…

I banish the thought from my head. It’s not going to happen. My arm will heal, and I’ll get back to the top of my game. I won’t allow any other outcome. I’m about to apologize to Sam and tell her to forget it when I apparently drive into the heart of downtown Mistletoe.

Or fuck, maybe it’s the North Pole.

My first warning is a large, fancy wooden sign that reads, “Welcome to Mistletoe,” with lighted reindeers jumping around the top of the sign. It’s a two-lane street of what looks like an old German village—the damn streets are paved in brick. Colored lights and sparkling Christmas trees line both sides of the street and each light pole is white and wrapped with red ribbon, so it resembles a giant candy cane. Hanging off the top of the poles are garland decorated snowmen that were lit up and twinkled even in the daylight. The buildings all had red and white awnings and wooden signs hanging out and the names I read caused a sense of surreal disbelief inside of me.

Jingle All the Way Carriage Rides.

Mistletony Florist Shop.

Whiskey Holiday Bar.

The names were unreal to me, almost as unreal as the vibe of the whole town. Then, I saw a diner and nearly lost it.

Blitzen’s Burgers.

“Jesus, Sam. You have to get me out of here. It’s like a movie set in the freaking North Pole. I expect Santa Claus to jump…Oh fuck.”

“Cyrus? Are you okay?”

“Sam, I’m not shitting you right now. There’s a fucking Santa Claus on a Harley parked by the Courthouse.”

“Oh! I saw those decorations. My husband wanted to buy one for our front yard,” Sam laughs, but I’m shaking my head no—even before I explain.

“No, Sam. This is a real man, dressed as Santa, and standing beside a Harley and he’s dancing.”

“Dancing?”

I hit the button to crack the window and immediately I hear the Christmas music blaring. Santa’s dancing away and he turns so that his back is to me and he starts shaking his ass in ways I didn’t think a guy his size could do. Just as mind blowing were the name of the streets that you could take.

Frosty’s Way. Rudolph’s Lane. Comet’s Corner. There’s even a St. Nick Drive.

“You need to call the GM and demand I’m traded right away, Sam. I’m not fucking with you. You leave me here and my balls are going to dry up.”

“You’re overreacting, Cyrus. It’s Christmas! Every single town in America decorates for Christmas,” she chastises.

“Not like this, Sam.”

“Yeah, right. Listen—”

“Sam, the theater is called Tinsel Town Theater—”

“Cyrus,” she growls.

“And they’re showing a double matinee of Miracle on 34th Street and Prancer. I can’t stay here, I’m liable to get murdered by a fat guy coming down my chimney and the local-yocals will just say it’s normal for this time of year.”

“Cyrus!”

“Sam! Get. Me. Out. Of. Here!” I yell.

Sam sighs and I know that sound coming from her lips and it never ends well for me.

“Listen, Cyrus. I’m going to shoot straight with you. You’re seen as damaged goods because it’s taking you so long to heal and that arm that made you famous is failing you. This was your one lone choice. No one else wanted to touch you—mainly because your attitude proceeded you.”

“Damn it—”

“Give it at least until your first practice, before you start bitching and even then, bite your damned tongue.”

“Sam,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Cyrus, you spend money like water. You need this job. You also need to prove to the higher-ups that your bad attitude is a thing of the past and your injury is behind you. If you can manage that, I can get you in a better position. For now, this is the only choice you’ve got.”


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