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A Christmas Makeover
A Christmas Makeover
A Christmas Makeover
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A Christmas Makeover

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Thatcher Cole’s Grinch-like attitude clashes with Skye’s jolly-holiday stance. When Skye’s house needs a makeover, it’s not the only transformation occurring this holiday season.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAmy K McClung
Release dateNov 11, 2017
ISBN9781370109470
A Christmas Makeover
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Amy K McClung

Amy K. McClung was born in Nashville, TN. She is the second oldest of four girls and occasionally suffers from middle child syndrome. She met the love of her life online in August of 2004, on his birthday of all days, and married him in September 2005. Currently they have no human children only the room full of colourful robots that transform into vehicles and the large headed Pop Funko’s who represent their favourite characters. Collecting movies, shotglasses, Pop Funkos, and dust bunnies are some of her favourite pastimes. She began writing in September of 2011 and independently published her first YA novel called Cascades of Moonlight, Book one of the Parker Harris Series the following May. Her first book was a means of therapy for her as it enabled her to escape reality for a while during a difficult transition in her life.

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    A Christmas Makeover - Amy K McClung

    A Christmas Makeover

    by Amy McClung

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2017 Amy K McClung

    Chapter One

    Thatcher Cole hated Christmas with a passion. Growing up with parents who hated each other and constantly fought over money didn't give him warm fuzzies during the holidays. They had money; they just couldn't decide if they wanted to spend it on a cruise together or separate vacations. Thatcher didn't factor into either plan. He'd be staying at the neighbor' house. The neighbors weren't horrible; in fact, the old man taught him everything he knew about working on houses.

    Even after marriage, he hated the cheery holiday. Tinkling lights, red and green décor, trees decorated with shiny bobbles, carols sung by happy people; it all reminded him of one thing, heartache. Three years ago on Christmas, his wife gifted him with the news she was pregnant with another man's child. That was enough to turn any Saint Nick into Ebenezer Scrooge in a millisecond. She hadn't always been a cruel person but in their eight years of marriage, she'd changed. She said that Thatcher drove her to cheat by working too much. At the time, he was helping her father run the family business, and she thanked him for that by getting knocked up by his best friend.

    Lars, best friend extraordinaire, best man at their wedding, threw away their decade-long friendship without thinking twice. Thatcher almost wanted to thank Lars for removing the cruel woman from his life after the way things ended. After she had left, her father fired him, and he started his own business. He became a handyman for most of the year, and during summer, he took on landscaping as well. The unfortunate part of the job was all the Christmas decorations he had to be around in November and December. For some clients, it started as early as October. Bah, Humbug! Even three ghosts couldn't change his hatred of the holiday, no matter what they said his future held.

    Thatcher's phone beeped with a text from his assistant. She had a new job for him and texted the number stating the client was in need of several services. They had bought a new house, which had been in foreclosure, and needed someone to flip it. This job would keep him busy for a while; and since it was a new house, it wouldn't be decorated, or so he thought. Pulling up to the house, the first noticeable thing was the string of lights, and outside the front door, stood a giant, blow-up Santa with a huge smile on his face. Asshole, Thatcher said to it as he flipped it off and stepped up to ring the doorbell.

    When the door opened, his demeanor changed as a gorgeous woman appeared before him. Her pale blue eyes twinkled, made brighter by the smear of blue paint on her cheek. Her black hair was tied back in a red western-style handkerchief, and her yoga pants and tank top had smears of the same blue paint on them. She wiped her arm across her forehead and opened the door. Are you Mr. Cole?

    Yes, ma'am. Um…you can call me Thatcher…or Thatch.

    She held her hand out to shake his and responded, Nice to meet you, Thatch. I'm Skye Noel.

    Internally, he groaned at the fact that even her last name was Christmas related. His face didn't show his disgust though; he didn't want to be rude, after all. "Come on in and I'll

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