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    Worst Christmas Ever: A Sweet Romantic Comedy
    Worst Christmas Ever: A Sweet Romantic Comedy
    Worst Christmas Ever: A Sweet Romantic Comedy
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    Worst Christmas Ever: A Sweet Romantic Comedy

    By Mallary Mitchell

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    After being jilted the day before her Christmas wedding, Sara Jane hates the holidays. Holly and mistletoe are a painful reminder that happily-ever-after isn't for her. Now, this Christmas, her baby sister is getting married. Talk about adding insult to injury! Forced into faux Christmas joy while she helps plan the nuptials, Sara Jane just wants to escape to Athens, Greece--away from the judgmental stares and snickers of her family and friends. God, on the other hand, may have other plans. Maxwell Dixon has secretly loved Sara Jane since they were children. Like so many tragic childhood love stories, however, he was relegated to "friend status" long ago. But when Sara Jane needs him for moral support and to be a safe date at the wedding, Max decides it's time to show Sara Jane what love and Christmas are all about.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPelican Book Group
    Release dateDec 1, 2016
    ISBN9781611169300
    Worst Christmas Ever: A Sweet Romantic Comedy

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    Worst Christmas Ever - Mallary Mitchell

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    Worst Christmas Ever

    Mallary Mitchell

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

    Worst Christmas Ever

    COPYRIGHT 2016 by Mallary Mitchell

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or Pelican Ventures, LLC except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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    All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version(R), NIV(R), Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com

    Cover Art by Nicola Martinez

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    White Rose Publishing Circle and Rosebud logo is a trademark of Pelican Ventures, LLC

    Publishing History

    First White Rose Edition, 2016

    Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-930-0

    Published in the United States of America

    Dedication

    For Matthew and Addyson.

    Prologue

    The soft white fabric beckoned. Should she—

    Sara Jane? Her five-year-old cousin called up the stairs.

    I’ll be down in a moment. Finish your movie. In the privacy of her attic bedroom, Sara Jane Connolly wiped her tears and gave in to temptation. She pulled the wedding dress over her head covering her tank top and jeans. She wouldn’t be wearing the shimmering, bead-encrusted, perfectly-fitted fairytale dress tomorrow because her fiancé had dumped her yesterday.

    So had her family, essentially. They’d gone to the Christmas village without her because she’d just be a dampener on their trip to see the holiday lights. Her heartache hadn’t stopped Mom from volunteering Sara Jane to babysit Sam. Evidently, she wouldn’t dampen the spirits of a five-year-old.

    Sara Jane sighed. At least Brad hadn’t waited until she was walking down the aisle to drop the news. Yo babe, I found someone else.

    OK, so Brad didn’t really talk like that. In reality, he hadn’t said anything at all. He’d texted her. Yesterday morning.

    Her tears stopped falling as the dress’s progress came to a full stop. She tugged a bit more.

    Had she gained weight? Memories of yesterday’s chocolate cake taunted her. Nope…this had fit perfectly at her last fitting. Once she got it to pass the band of her bra it would be—

    Stuck.

    She couldn’t breathe.

    The dress had been roomy ten days ago. Now, she stared into the antique oval mirror as best she could through the neck of the dress. Sara Jane made a frantic turn, first right and then left, trying in vain to get a grip on something to pull. Her hands poked from the sleeves like the tiny limbs of a rampaging T-Rex.

    Breathe, Sara Jane. Being slightly claustrophobic, her heart raced. Adrenaline surged through her veins. She tugged some more.

    Sara Jane attempted to shimmy from the dress. She tried to pull it down farther. No luck. Maybe if she could back out… She tripped over a box and landed hard on her backside.

    Sara Jane what was that big boom? Samuel’s footfalls sounded.

    I fell. And the boom wasn’t so big.

    Oh. Samuel answered. His voice louder now. When are we going to eat?

    She tried to turn the dress. Maybe if she could get her elbow through the unzipped back…

    She couldn’t see but heard Sam padding toward her.

    I’m starvin’. The loud gurgle of his stomach punctuated the claim.

    The dress turned slightly, but wouldn’t budge up or down. She strained her neck and peered through the opened zipper portal with one eye.

    Mommy says its dinner time when my tummy growls.

    Another loud gurgle followed.

    I’m starvin’ again.

    I’ll get your chicken fingers as soon as I get this dress off. Chicken fingers sounded disgusting. Who really wanted to eat fingers? Chickens didn’t even have fingers. They had toes—

    She stopped. What was it one was supposed to do to remain calm? Oh yeah, breathe deeply.

    That wasn’t going to happen.

    Sam’s gaze raked over her. His mouth hung open. His eyes were wide.

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