12 NAs of Christmas
OFF
THE MARKET by Magan Vernon
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Summary:
Etta
Davis didn't have showing a house penciled into her Christmas plans, but with
the other realtors already off enjoying their holiday, she'd been stuck with
the task. It wasn't all bad though, the house up for grabs used to belong to
the family of her high school sweetheart, Andrew Lawson. Though now
dilapidated, thanks to its current owners, it still held the power to bring
back forgotten memories and turn the routine showing into something else
entirely.
Particularly when Andrew
shows up, wanting to buy the house. Now Etta must decide whether a second
chance is worth taking the house, and her heart, off the market.
My Thoughts:
I absolutely loved this story. I normally don't like second chance stories, but I really love this one. I love the fact that Etta and Andrew view their breakup as a mistake. However, Etta felt it more, because she was the one to break it off. However, they were able to get back together Christmas Eve. I loved that both of them had feelings for each other, but were a little nervous to let the other know. Yet somehow the magic of Christmas brought them back together. Just a lovely story and great for a really quick read. So, if you are looking for a quick Christmas novella, you might want to give this story a try.
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EXCERPT
FROM OFF THE MARKET:
I looked over the
garage at the now rusted backboard. It seemed like only yesterday that Andrew
stood on the ladder, wearing his new Bulls jersey, forcing me to stand in the
driveway to make sure he got it centered over the garage. The backboard was
still crooked, just like it always was since I didn't have a keen eye for
getting it level. But Andrew didn't move it. He said he loved it just the way
it was because it was my version of straight and he loved me.
Love. That was a
word I hadn't heard in a long time. I had a brief string of bad dates in
college and my mom always tried to set me up on dates with her friends’ or
co-workers’ sons, but none of them worked out. None of them had that spark.
That thing that made my stomach do somersaults.
I stepped out of
the car, shaking the thoughts of my past life out of my head while my heels dug
into the freshly fallen snow. I cursed myself for not putting on some sort of
winter footwear. It was a holiday after all, so the client couldn't have
complained about my footwear when he was the one inconveniencing me.
I walked up the
small path way, now lined with broken solar powered lights, to the big white
door. Quickly, I swiped my broker card in the realtor lock box. The green light
blinked and I pushed open the door.
There hadn't been
more than a handful of showings in the year the house had been listed, but I
never once showed it. I was always afraid to come back. Afraid it would have
the same feeling as it had now. Like I was coming home.
I'd spent more
time in the now faded foyer, underneath the broken chandelier, than I did in my
parents’ house. There were prom pictures taken on the grand staircase and
nights I spent cuddled with Andrew on the living room couch across from the now
dilapidated fireplace.
Mrs. Lawson used
to keep the house so nice. She always had candles burning and every single
light fixture would shine. The owners after the Lawsons obviously didn't have
as much pride in their home. It didn't take long for the bank to foreclose on
it and for my real estate company to get tapped to re-sell it. I almost wished
I could buy it myself, fix it up and restore it back to its former glory. But I
had neither the money nor the time for such things. My life had become my work
and without a family of my own there was really no need for the grand
four-bedroom house.
A soft knock came
at the front door.
"That must
be the client. He'd better put in an offer," I muttered, smoothing out my
skirt and walking to the front door.
"Hello, I'm
—"
I stopped, my
mouth still wide open, because standing in the doorway was one of the former
residents of the house, Andrew Lawson.
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