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Apr 22, 2015
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9781513026312
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Dylan Kincaid totally screwed up Thanksgiving and now he's faced with Christmas. Thrown into the frightening role of both mother and father while his brother and sister-in-law are off serving their country, all Dylan wants is to make Christmas perfect for his two nieces. But time is running out.

Down on her luck Charleston, S.C. restaurateur, Darcy Witherspoon is licking a wounded ego when she arrives in Black Moose, VT and meets the handsome Maple tree farmer. Wanting a happy holiday herself, she teams up with Dylan to make a perfect Christmas.

Neither is interested in a holiday affair, but the magic of Christmas has something more everlasting in store for the couple. An absolutely perfect love!

Publisher:
Released:
Apr 22, 2015
ISBN:
9781513026312
Format:
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Perfect - Autumn Jordon

PERFECT

by

Autumn Jordon

PERFECT

By

Autumn Jordon

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Dylan Kincaid totally screwed up Thanksgiving and now he’s faced with Christmas. Thrown into the frightening role of both mother and father while his brother and sister-in-law are off serving their country, all Dylan wants is to make Christmas perfect for his two nieces. But time is running out.

Down on her luck Charleston, South Carolina restaurateur, Darcy Witherspoon is licking a wounded ego when she arrives in Black Moose, Vermont and meets the handsome maple tree farmer. Wanting a happy holiday herself, she teams up with Dylan to make a perfect Christmas.

Neither is interested in a holiday affair, but the magic of Christmas has something more everlasting in store for the couple...

An absolutely perfect love!

Other Titles By Autumn Jordon

Perfect Moments

Perfect Hearts

Perfect Fall

Seized By Darkness

Obsessed By Darkness

Loved By Darkness

His Witness To Evil

In The Presence Of Evil

Obsessed By Wildfire

PERFECT

COPYRIGHT 2012 by Dianne Gerber

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portion thereof, in any form. This book may not be resold or uploaded for distribution to others. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted material in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either 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.

Contact Information: autumnjordon@yahoo.com

Cover design by Autumn Jordon

Content editor: Red Wing Editing Services

Copy editor: Pat Thomas

Published in the United States of America

Acknowledgements

I’d like to thank Rita Henuber and Anne Marie Becker for their

encouragement and help in brainstorming this story.

Your friendship means so much.

I wish you the happiest of holidays.

And to my wonderful husband, Jim.

You’ve changed my life. Without your support and love,

I would not be who I am.

You are my hero.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

About the Author

Chapter One

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Even from a block away Darcy Witherspoon could feel the inferno’s heat.

Gusts lifted off the winter bay and shoved thick smoke between the buildings on Market Street, shrouding the street lights decorated with French horns and fluttering holiday ribbons. The mélange of Charleston’s charm disappeared and all Darcy could do was watch as the black haze rolled toward her like a tsunami.

She coughed against the back of her hand in quick little spurts that left her lungs aching for more relief. She pressed her lips together to keep the foul scent of everything that encompassed a charred four-star restaurant from coating her throat further. Her nostrils burned and she dug deep into her wool coat’s pocket, fumbling around her car keys to release a tissue from its carrying case. She blinked over and over. Tears stung her eyes.

As much as she was trying to hold it together while watching her life’s work fold up like a Chinese puzzle box and collapse onto lapping amber flames, she couldn’t. Hot tears streamed down her ashen, soot-smudged cheeks.

Miss, you need to move back, an officer standing at her elbow said. We have more emergency equipment heading this way and if we don’t move now, they’ll run us over.

Reflections of his cruiser’s flashing lights bounced off his golden name tag.

Officer W. Tanner.

I need— She nodded but her legs remained still, even though she could hear the blaring siren getting closer and louder and deafening.

Damn! The officer wound an arm around Darcy’s waist and swept her off her feet. He carried her between two parked cars to the safety of the sidewalk.

To anyone who witnessed the cop’s heroic act, Darcy probably appeared to be a statue or an idiot as she stood in the middle of the street, mesmerized by the fire. Most likely the latter.

The cop’s ash-speckled face appeared in front of her nose, followed by his very pointed index finger.

Don’t move, he ordered between clenched teeth.

She adjusted her pea coat and then latched onto his gaze.

My name is Darcy Witherspoon. The alarm company called me. The Sweet Grass Inn is my business, she said, pointing beyond his shoulder. Her heart winced, thinking about the hundreds—no, thousands—of hours she had spent working her ass off over the past two years to make Sweet Grass a beautiful restaurant. The dozens of sweet grass baskets she had named the restaurant for and had selected herself to decorate the marble-floored foyer and dining room were pieces of gorgeous art. All now gone.

"Was your business." The cop glanced over his shoulder at yet another crack of snapping timbers.

She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind but someone in the distance screamed, Blessed mother of... Get the hell out of there.

In the murky darkness of predawn, fire personnel scrambled, jumping over hoses that pulsed as if life pumped through them while fiery sparks shot up into the dark sky.

Officer Tanner looked back to her with wide eyes and his shoulders slumped as if someone had let the air out of them. I’m sorry, Ms. Witherspoon. Nice place. I took my wife there for our twentieth anniversary last October. The food was excellent.

His tone was sincere. Words of praise usually had her walking on air and working even harder to make Sweet Grass into a renowned five-star restaurant, but now, all they did was add to her sorrow. She had lost what was the most important thing in the world to her.

Tanner laid his hand on her forearm. Do you have someone you want to call? Family? Husband? Someone to come and stay with you until the fire is contained. The fire marshal will want to talk to you.

I’m not married. She had been married to her work and her only close relative, her mom’s older sister, Aunt Emily Ann, was on an extended holiday somewhere off Spain’s coast with her seniors social group.

Her friends...

Her mind whirled, thinking of who her friends were. Most of her relationships had fallen by the wayside because of her work ethic. She had people she could call and they’d come stand by her side but they wouldn’t understand her loss. The only person who would understand what she was feeling was Tom. Tom.

Good. Tanner nodded. Where’s your car? Or did you take a taxi?

No. My car is right there. The black Mitsubishi. She pointed across the street behind them to where her car was parked at an angle with its front tire on the curb and the rear end hanging out into the traffic lane. She hadn’t taken time to correctly parallel park between two other vehicles before jamming her car into park and jumping out into the middle of the deserted street to watch the fire obliterate her life. I guess I didn’t do a good job parking, did I?

I won’t ticket you. The officer led her by the elbow across the street toward her car. Get in and stay put. Call Tom. I’ll bring the fire marshal to you as soon as I can. He gave her a final nudge before racing toward the inferno.

Darcy stood holding onto the cold handle for a moment before pulling her cell from her coat’s left pocket and her keys from her right. As she slid onto the seat and closed the door, sealing her off from the smoke and muffling the noise a four-alarm fire created, her phone rang through to Tom’s cell. The moment she heard his mumble, This better be damn important, she let loose the flood of tears she’d been trying to hold back.

Everything is gone. She swiped the tissue under her nose and down her cheeks. I feel so—lost. What am I going to do?

Who is this?

It’s me. Darcy.

Tom flung the covers off his head, clutching the phone tighter. His bed moaned its disapproval as he jumped and shifted up to sit against his headboard. Darcy’s sobs had him twitching to grab his pants and race to her side but it wasn’t that easy. They were a thousand miles apart. Calm down. Talk to me. What’s wrong?

His stomach churned as he listened to her wretched account of the last hour. When she was through and all he heard was sniffling, he said, I’m sorry, hon. At least no one was hurt. It all can be replaced.

"It! Replaced! It was Sweet Grass. My dream."

A honk came through the line and he yanked the phone back from his ear. She’d blown her nose and he knew her gloves were coming off.

Good girl. She’d need that fighting spirit.

I thought you’d be the one person to understand how I’m feeling right now.

She was right. He hadn’t chosen the best words. Even though they were the absolute truth, they were not what she needed right now.

You’re right. I do understand. I’d probably be at the end of my rope if The Grist Mill went up in flames. I know how hard you’ve worked. I know how much Sweet Grass meant to you. I do.

I know, she murmured softly and he wished he could beam himself to her side and wrap her in a hug.

I know you know. That’s why you called me. Swinging his legs out from under the blankets, he clicked on the light next to the bed and grabbed the pen and pad out of the nightstand drawer. Now, this is what you’re going to do. I’m sure you have to hang around the scene and be interviewed by the fire marshal or a cop.

Yes. An officer already told me to stay put. What do you mean interviewed?

Her weary tone elevated and he knew he was in for a real bout.

He’s going to ask you a million questions. I don’t want you to get your southern bloomers all twisted and become defensive with the guy.

Why would I get defensive?

Because some of the questions are going to sound like he’s accusing you of starting the fire.

Without seeing her, he knew without a doubt, flames just flared in Darcy’s green eyes. Her sudden intake of air gave away her shift in attitude. She went from docile, keep-to-herself Darcy to you-don’t want-to mess-with-me Darcy in under three seconds. That intake of air had caused him to take a step back on several occasions—especially after the first time he poked her self-control too hard.

I would never do anything like that. You know how hard I worked to come up with the money to buy that old building when it went up for sheriff’s sale. And the effort it took to remodel it. It was perfect. Why in God’s name would I destroy it all?

Insurance.

What do you mean insurance?

The economy is tough. Businesses are closing.

Yeah, well. I was doing just fine.

And that’s why you don’t have to worry. Tom glanced at the clock. Five a.m. He had just crawled into bed two hours ago after a very busy night at his own restaurant. He swiped his hand over his face and then back over his bald head. Look—it’s the man’s job to find out what caused the fire.

I want to know too.

"Yes. Yes, you do. It’s just like when someone is murdered. The first people the police look at are family members and close friends, because believe it

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  • (5/5)
    Perfect by Autumn JordanDarcy Witherspoon has just watched her restaurant burn and now there was nothing left to do.Dylan Kincaid is watching his two nieces as their parents are off fighting the war overseas. He has to pull off Christmas for two girls and has no idea what their interests are. He is a VT maple tree farmer.Knowing the general area this is going to be a great book. Love reading about the area and most particularly trees as my relatives were nurserymen. Love all the jobs he has and learning about them all.They met at Tom's restaurant, the old grist mill and she had just driven up from SC and would be staying there getting things settled after the fire. Loved hearing about the history of the grist mill and all the detailed descriptions of the rooms and outside area.Tom will work his skill with matchmaking them together and hopefully keep her there longterm because they'd be perfect for one another.Dylan and Darcy come to an agreement, she will help him decorate and bake and cook dinner and he will teach her to ski.They take things slow but each are on the others mind.Problem: his parents show up to help out with the girls...Tom and the grist mill restaurant have a new dream now, maybe she can have a new dream also....Just when things are sexually heating up and you think nothing else bad can happen, it does...Awesome book for this time of year, just the right touch of things I look forward to in a book. Baking, travel=locale, nature with a bit of romance/sex.
  • (5/5)
    Title: Perfect Author: Autumn JordonPublished: Nobal Oak PublicationAge Recommended: New Adult - AdultReviewed By: Arlena DeanRating: 5Review:"Perfect" by Autumn Jordon was a wonderful love Christmas story. It will be a short read that will put a beautiful smile on your face as you will be kept reading until the very end. Who knew that after Darcy's dream went up in smoke she travels to Black Moose, VT to visit her old friend during the Christmas holidays where he could help her with her grief. It was on this visit that Darcy meets her old friend's best friend, Dylan Kincaid. Was is love a first site? We find Dylan is caring for his two nieces who parents were in the service. Dylan is trying to make the girls holiday a perfect one since Thanksgiving had not gone so well. So, with Dylan working on his job, the many jobs that his brother had taken on in this small town and trying to keep it all together for the girls, he realized he had his hands full. After Darcy and Dylan meet they immediately notice the instant attraction, however it would soon established that they just wanted to be friends especially due to fact they were not interested in a 'short affair nor a long distance relationship.' Would this friendship really work out the way these two had wanted it? This is where I say you must pick up "Perfect" to see how this author brings this Christmas romance all out. I found all of the characters so well developed and oh so colorful. The title "Perfect" is so perfect for the Christmas season. So if you are looking for a novel that is sweet, fast read with a romantic holiday theme with all the trimmings ...then you have come to the right place and I would definitely recommend this novel to you. This was a beautiful Christmas story.
  • (4/5)
    This was the perfect short Christmas read. Read it on a plane and really enjoyed this uplifting story!