Welcome to my ’25 Days of Holiday Fun’ with author Darlene Fredette
If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why?
I’m more of a giver than a receiver. I love seeing the smiles on my family’s faces when they open their presents, but if Santa wanted to bring me a new pair of comfy slippers and French Vanilla hot chocolate that would be nice.
What is your favorite holiday candy?
I love Raffaellos made by Ferrero, ‘pure pleasure without the chocolate’.
It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?
I’ll take my Egg Nog with coconut rum or Kahlua, yum!
What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?
Decorating the tree with my daughter and baking apple pies.
If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?
If you’re talking about television characters then it would have to be, Tom Mison (Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow).
Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?
I enjoy all Christmas cookies!
It’s going to take more than a few pieces of chocolate to fill this Scrooge’s heart with Christmas cheer. Luckily Candice Cane has a whole shop full.
One Sweet Christmas by Darlene Fredette
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Candice Cane is not proud of the way she acted after her last encounter with Jackson Frost. Sure revenge was fun, but it’s left Jackson standing, angry and looking for answers, on the welcome mat in her chocolate shop. Now he’s after some revenge of his own.
Jackson returned to his small hometown for one reason and one reason only…so he’s not sure how he’s ended up in a Santa suit in the middle of a chocolate shop, at the behest of its beautiful owner, instead of high-tailing it back to the city as fast as he can.
‘You can change…’ Candi stopped. Did he have no modesty? Jackson whisked his blue, long-sleeved shirt over his head and stepped from his dark trousers. He stood in front of her in only a black T-shirt and matching boxers.
Candi’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t look away. He was beautiful, even more than she remembered. The thin T-shirt stretched across the planes of his chest. His legs were long and muscled. If Jackson meant to embarrass her, his plan worked. Unable to tear her gaze away, she watched as he stepped into the red pants and slipped his arms into the coat. He strapped on the pillow-stuffed belly bag and fumbled with the buttons through the fake fur trim.
The pants were a bit short, but nothing the boots wouldn’t hide. The coat fit snug across his broad shoulders and the pants clung nicely to his butt. Candi sucked in a breath and passed him a wig and fluffy, white beard. Jackson rolled his eyes, donning the fake hair, and topped off the disguise with a floppy red hat.
‘How do I look?’
He would definitely win over the children, but a sinking feeling washed through her stomach when she envisioned the youngsters fighting their mothers to see who first sat on Santa’s lap. ‘Just like jolly old Saint Nick,’ she said. But much hotter!