The Most Wonderful Time

Books by Fern Michaels

Fancy Dancer

No Safe Secret

Wishes for Christmas

About Face

Perfect Match

A Family Affair

Forget Me Not

The Blossom Sisters

Balancing Act

Tuesday’s Child

Betrayal

Southern Comfort

To Taste the Wine

Sins of the Flesh

Sins of Omission

Return to Sender

Mr. and Miss Anonymous

Up Close and Personal

Fool Me Once

Picture Perfect

The Future Scrolls

Kentucky Sunrise

Kentucky Heat

Kentucky Rich

Plain Jane

Charming Lily

What You Wish For

The Guest List

Listen to Your Heart

Celebration

Yesterday

Finders Keepers

Annie’s Rainbow

Sara’s Song

Vegas Sunrise

Vegas Heat

Vegas Rich

Whitefire

Wish List

Dear Emily

Christmas at Timberwoods

The Sisterhood Novels

Point Blank

In Plain Sight

Eyes Only

Kiss and Tell

Blindsided

Gotcha!

Home Free

Déjà Vu

Cross Roads

Game Over

Deadly Deals

Vanishing Act

Razor Sharp

Under the Radar

Final Justice

Collateral Damage

Fast Track

Hokus Pokus

Hide and Seek

Free Fall

Lethal Justice

Sweet Revenge

The Jury

Vendetta

Payback

Weekend Warriors

The Men of the Sisterhood

Novels

Double Down

Fast and Loose

The Godmothers Series

Classified

Breaking News

Deadline

Late Edition

Exclusive

The Scoop

eBook Exclusives

Desperate Measures

Seasons of Her Life

To Have and to Hold

Serendipity

Captive Innocence

Captive Embraces

Captive Passions

Captive Secrets

Captive Splendors

Cinders to Satin

For All Their Lives

Texas Heat

Texas Rich

Texas Fury

Texas Sunrise

Anthologies

When the Snow Falls

Secret Santa

A Winter Wonderland

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Making Spirits Bright

Holiday Magic

Snow Angels

Silver Bells

Comfort and Joy

Sugar and Spice

Let It Snow

A Gift of Joy

Five Golden Rings

Deck the Halls

Jingle All the Way

Books by Stacy Finz

The Nugget Romance Series

Going Home

Finding Hope

Second Chances

Starting Over

Getting Lucky

Borrowing Trouble

Heating Up

Books by Sarah Title

The Southern Comfort Series

Kentucky Home

Kentucky Christmas

Home Sweet Home

Snowed In

Two Family Home

Practice Makes Perfect

Books by Shirlee McCoy

The Apple Valley Series

The House on Main Street

The Cottage on the Corner

The Orchard at the Edge of Town

The Home Sweet Home Series

Sweet Haven

Sweet Surprises

Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

The Most Wonderful Time

FERN MICHAELS

STACY FINZ

SARAH TITLE

SHIRLEE MCCOY

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Christmas Passed copyright © 2016 by Fern Michaels

A Glory Junction Christmas copyright © 2016 by Stacy Finz

Moonshine and Mistletoe copyright © 2016 by Sarah Title

An Apple Valley Christmas copyright © 2016 by Shirlee McCoy

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Table of Contents

Books by Fern Michaels

Title Page

Copyright Page

Christmas Passed

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

A Glory Junction Christmas

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Moonshine and Mistletoe

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

An Apple Valley Christmas

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Crash and Burn Teaser

Christmas Passed

Fern Michaels

Prologue

Brandy Heyers viewed the stacked boxes in her garage, dreading the thought of opening them. This would mark the third Christmas without Jeff, her husband of twenty years. The third Christmas that she had refused to allow her son, Matthew, and her daughter, Keira, to haul out the artificial Christmas tree and the boxes of decorations she and Jeff had collected during their marriage. It just hurt too much, and she didn’t really see the point.

Christmas was just another day now. She’d been telling herself this since the beginning of November, when all the Christmas hoopla began. Same as last year and the year before that. Matthew was twelve when Jeff died, and Keira fifteen. Now at fifteen and eighteen, they weren’t so easily convinced to back off where the holidays were concerned.

Yesterday, Keira reminded her that Christmas had been Dad’s favorite time of year. She’d reminded her how much he enjoyed taking each ornament out of the boxes and how each one had a special story. She also reminded her just how much her dad enjoyed putting up the lights, dragging the old, faded, plastic Santa and his reindeer out of the attic. Every year, he’d tell them it was time to retire the old guy and his crew, but every year he would find the perfect place for the plastic decorations to hang out until after the New Year.

Three years. It seemed like a lifetime to Brandy. Taking the ornaments out would hurt. All of them. Maybe they would take a trip to Disney World, another thing she’d avoided as it was plagued with memories of Jeff. Maybe they could take a ski trip instead. Or possibly go to New York City, see the Rockettes. Something that had no memories of her life with Jeff. For the past two years, they’d stayed home, and Christmas was just another day to her, and she’d tried to convince the kids it was, too, but they weren’t buying it this year.

A little voice whispered in her ear, "Maybe it’s time to move on."

Her mother had been telling her this starting three months after Jeff died. Brandy hadn’t had much of a relationship with her since. While it saddened her, they’d never been close. Her father had died when she was ten, and she was an only child.

How could she possibly move on? Her life ended the day Jeff died. He’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and within three months, he succumbed to the horrid disease. There was no time to prepare, as if one could ever prepare for such a devastating loss. Shock, extreme sadness, a loss like no other; Brandy lived in a fog those first few months. She’d been a stay-at-home mom, so there was no career outside the house to focus on. Jeff had been a music teacher at Lee County High School. There were a few benefits remaining, and his life insurance paid the bills, but that wasn’t going to last forever. In fact, she had enough money to get them through the next few months. After it ran out, she was in trouble. She and Jeff never discussed what would happen to her and the kids if he didn’t survive. They never discussed how she would support them when he passed. Brandy had no formal training in any profession other than raising her family. She would have to find a job, a way to support herself and the kids. Like most young, married couples, they hadn’t given much thought to their financial future, telling themselves there would be time for that later. When the kids were in high school, they would start a college fund, maybe try their hand at online investing, anything to secure their financial future. And like most young couples, Brandy and Jeff thought they were invincible and had never gotten around to investing for their future.

When Jeff was diagnosed, they’d both gone into a state of semi-shock for a few weeks. They’d decided to wait and tell the kids when the doctor gave them a chemo schedule, and what they should expect over the next few months. Sadly, Jeff hadn’t made it through his first round of chemotherapy. Both Keira and Matthew were stunned when she’d explained the reality of their father’s health just weeks before he died. Keira, a daddy’s girl from day one, rebelled when he died. Her normally shiny blond hair was now a deep reddish burgundy with one side shaved. She’d pierced her nose, and one eyebrow, and wore thick, black kohl eyeliner on her eyes. She looked scary, but Brandy knew this was her way of coping with her loss. Not long after Jeff ’s death, she’d started hanging with a new group of kids, who dressed in black clothes and had so many piercings on their bodies that they resembled pincushions. Matthew, on the other hand, had become withdrawn and no longer bothered attending his music classes. He was as musically gifted as his father had been. He played guitar, piano, and the trumpet. His dream was to attend Juilliard. Since Jeff’s death, he hadn’t touched an instrument. Brandy constantly worried about him, feared what would become of him and his talent if she couldn’t pull him out of his grief.

An extremely close family, Jeff had always taken the lead, always knew how to resolve whatever crisis the kids were going through. He was the perfect parent. It was thoughts like this that made her wonder if the kids would be suffering this much had she been the one to die. Hating herself for such thoughts, she turned her back on the neatly stacked boxes labeled

CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS

.

Maybe next year.

Chapter One

"We’re not skipping Christmas again, Mom. If you want to, that’s your choice, but Matthew and I want to celebrate Christmas. It’s been almost three years, Keira said, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. Dad would be so pissed!" she added before racing away.

Brandy took a deep breath and looked at the stack of boxes. Jeff would be pissed, but he wasn’t here. He’d left her with this . . . life, and she almost hated him for doing so. How could he? Hadn’t he felt sick? Had he taken all the vitamins she so carefully measured out for him day after day? What did it matter now, she thought as she closed the door leading to the garage. He was gone. She wasn’t. He had no life, and though she was here in the physical sense, she hadn’t had much of a life since he’d died. Tears filled her eyes just thinking the words he died. Still, after all this time, she wasn’t over the loss. She didn’t want to be. In an odd way, her grief was comforting. Like a child with a pacifier. It was horrible when it’s first taken away, but when they got used to another form of security, they forgot all about the pacifier. She was in limbo. She couldn’t forget and didn’t want to forget. Twenty of the best years of her life. It was wrong even to think about moving on. The kids were young. Their grief had diminished over time. That’s what the grief counselor explained to her a few months after Jeff’s death. The young were resilient. Their lives were focused on the here and now. Not the past. Their futures were ahead of them. They would grow old, and their father would be nothing more than a faded memory. The family she’d spent so much time caring for was gone, or at least the core no longer remained. Now they all simply existed, and Brandy knew this wasn’t good. She had to do something, but Christmas?

She wasn’t sure what to do.

She stepped inside the kitchen, where Keira was chatting on her cell phone with one of her friends. Matthew was in his bedroom, doing who knew what. Brooding, and most likely listening to rap music on his iPod. It was Saturday, and Brandy hated weekends. The atmosphere in the house was morose, miserable. She supposed she should ask the kids if they wanted to see a movie, then go out to dinner afterward, but again, that was lame. That’s really all they ever did together as a family, and she could count the times they’d done this on only one hand. Jeff would be spinning in his grave. But he wasn’t, and she was tired of worrying about the state of her life.

The house phone rang, and she took a deep breath. She still received sympathy calls after all this time. She hated them then, and even more now.

Mom, are you going to answer that? Keira asked in a smart-alecky tone.

Yes, she said curtly, and picked up the phone. Hello?

Brandy, it’s me, said Linda, her best friend since middle school. Are you busy?

That was the joke of the century!

No, just moping around the house. What’s up? She knew she sounded about as enthused as dirty laundry, of which she had three giant heaps waiting in the laundry room.

I just left the library. They’re looking for someone to work part-time, three days a week. Knowing how much you love books, I thought of you.

She paused a few seconds before answering. Is this your way of saying it’s time to get off my rear end and look for a job? She knew she needed to find something, but her heart just wasn’t in it. However, her dwindling bank account told her it was time.

You know me better than that. I just know how much you love books. I thought it would be perfect for you. If you’re interested, I can put in a good word for you.

Linda’s father-in-law was superintendent of the county libraries. If Linda put in a good word, she knew the job was hers.

I don’t know, Linda. The holidays are coming, I need to stay home with Matthew and Keira.

Why? So the three of you can mope around the house together? You need to move on, Brandy. It’s time. It’s been almost three years. You’re young, and you have the rest of your life ahead of you. Why don’t you at least give it some thought? I’ll tell George you’re interested and to hold off hiring anyone.

Linda tried so hard, but she still had her husband, Dylan. Her nice little family, three girls and two dogs, plus one parakeet, which equaled the perfect family. She didn’t have to go to sleep at night worrying about the future, at least her children’s future. She really should look into this. I’ll do it, she said before she changed her mind.

That’s excellent! I’ll call George, and tell him.

You don’t think I can get the job on my own merits? Brandy asked. She hadn’t worked in public since she was in her teens, and she would like to believe she was employable. She knew the library system front to back.

Of course I do. A little help isn’t going to hurt, Brandy. You need to take what’s being offered. Linda’s tone was serious.

Okay, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. The kids needed her, and especially this time of year, as Jeff had passed away December twentieth. Holidays were tough, but Linda was right. It was time she started acting like a big girl.

Fantastic! I’ll call George as soon as I hang up. So, did you do it? she asked.