A Christmas Carol Series, #4.   $2.99 

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“The author sets up this finale beautifully, through the situations and circumstances previously established in the earlier books. The pacing is spot on, the characters are believable, and the motivations are clearly defined. The tension is subtle, but always present. The ending is exactly right, as well. I love reading this author, and this is one of her best!” – SeeekerofGreatStories

“This romance has a little of everything from both the mortal and spirit worlds. There’s plenty of drama and conflict, spirit travel through time and space, heartwarming moments, celestial confrontation, a close call on an icy bridge, and a potentially fleeting chance for everlasting love. I challenge anyone to not get teary at the end.” – Amazon Reviewer Catlou

One of a Kind Christmas was inspired by the Charles Dickens’ story A Christmas Carol.

To reach her heart, he must face a spirit, an angel…and himself.

The spirit of Cameron Douglas has totally screwed-up…again. Now, he has to fix his mess in one night with the help of his best friend and somehow encourage his widow to move on.

Holly Douglas is anguished that this is the last Christmas she’ll be visited by her late husband, Cameron. For three years he’s sent her the spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, and they’ve helped her cope with her loss. But now all that ends, and she doesn’t understand why her late husband must push her away.

Ethan Stewart has been in love with Holly since Cameron’s death, but she isolated herself from everyone, including him. Then something changed, and he was welcomed back as her friend. But he wants more— to love her openly, and most of all to make her happy again. Though he loved his best friend like a brother and will do anything for Holly, as he’s pulled into the spirit world, he discovers not all is as it seems. If he doesn’t figure it out soon, none of them will have a Merry Christmas…ever.

Excerpt from One of a Kind Christmas

December 1, Deervale, Scotland

Why was he awake?

Ethan Stewart listened, keeping his eyes closed, his body and mind alert. Something woke him from his dream of walking by Loudon Castle with Holly Douglas.

Despite the fact that all was silent except for the usual screech of the tawny owl outside, he still didn’t doubt his senses. Years of studying ancient Scottish hand-to hand combat had tuned him in to his own sixth sense.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. His room remained dark. The heavy damask curtains on his floor-to-ceiling windows were closed except for a slender gap that allowed a sliver of moonlight to slice across the floor.

His bedroom was on the second story of his family’s ancestral home, and he doubted anyone could get in without making a noise, but it was still a possibility. Maybe the security system that his parents had been after him to purchase should be moved up on his schedule.

Then again, it could simply be an animal that had scurried in while the front door was open earlier in the day and finally made it up to his room.

Unfortunately, his bed was too high for him to see the floor from where he lay, so there was no help for it but to sit up. Taking a deep breath in case something attacked, he rose in one fluid motion, sending his feet over the side of the bed to land silently on the floor, his knees bent slightly, his hands ready.

He scanned his room, but there were areas in total blackness that his gaze couldn’t penetrate. “Who’s there?” It was a stupid question, but he asked it anyway. His voice could very well scare a critter into revealing its whereabouts with noise.

“Just an old friend.”

Ethan’s blood chilled. He hadn’t heard that voice in almost four years, but he’d never forget it. “Cameron?”

“Aye.”

Ethan turned toward the far corner of his room. He had to be dreaming. Despite the lack of sound, he sensed movement just before the spirit of Cameron Douglas floated out of the darkness and into the sliver of moonlight.

Dressed in his dark green, black and white tartan kilt, black sleeveless t-shirt and black army boots, the spirit’s hazel eyes appeared a murky gray and no smile lifted his lips like it had so often in life.

He wasn’t dreaming. The man hovering a meter off the floor looked exactly like his best friend, only he wasn’t solid, more like a hologram. Immediately, guilt tightened Ethan’s stomach. Had his interest in the man’s widow somehow called him from his grave?

Refusing to jump to conclusions, he relaxed his stance. “How can you be here?”

His friend floated to the floor, but otherwise remained where he was. “It’s time to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” As much as he couldn’t possibly be speaking to his dead friend, his gut told him he was.

Cameron moved the hair off his forehead. “I need to tell you the truth.”

“The truth?” Was the truth from a dead man more or less true?

“Aye. But as braw as you are, maybe you could put on some clothes? You’re making me feel woefully out of shape.” Cameron’s lip quirked up, showing a piece of the personality that had made him who he was…when he lived.

Ethan grabbed up the maroon robe with his monogram on it and slipped his arms into the sleeves. Wrapping it around him quickly, he tied the belt as he stared at the floating shape of his closest friend. “That better? I hadn’t expected to have a blether with a ghost in the middle of the night.”

“Spirit.”

He had to be playing with him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not a ghost. I’m a spirit.”

“Ghost, spirit, no difference.” He remained where he was, part of him fearing that if he moved Cameron would disappear, while part of him wished that was exactly what would happen.

His friend shook his head. “There’s a big difference.”

Something told him he didn’t want to know what that difference was. So instead of asking the obvious question, he waited. Patience was his forte, not so much Cameron’s when he’d been alive. Had things changed?

In no more than mere moments, he had his answer. Nothing had changed his friend, not even death.

Cameron sighed. “I’ve been visiting Holly every Christmas Eve since I transitioned.”

He stiffened. It was typical of Cameron to blurt out the truth, but this truth was a hard pill to swallow. “Why?” Was that why Holly had avoided them all for years? Was that why she’d only recently agreed to do anything with him?

“Because she was hurting. Because of what I did to her. Because I had to.” Cameron floated toward the window. He turned to face him, the moonlight shining through his body. “Because I’ve been selfish.”

“Now that I believe.”

Cameron grinned. “See, I knew you’d understand.”