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    Holiday Magic: an Isabella Hush Christmas Story: Isabella Hush Series, #3.5
    Holiday Magic: an Isabella Hush Christmas Story: Isabella Hush Series, #3.5
    Holiday Magic: an Isabella Hush Christmas Story: Isabella Hush Series, #3.5
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    Holiday Magic: an Isabella Hush Christmas Story: Isabella Hush Series, #3.5

    By Thea Atkinson

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    The holidays should be fun, not deadly.

    When Maddox lures Isabella out of the house on Christmas Eve with the promise of a job, she doesn't realize it will be at a Christmas party, and that the festivities are in the Shadow Bazaar. A place she told herself she would never visit again.

     

    She finds herself in the middle of a group of Kindred on the cusp of their most sacred and savage time of year. It's not a place for mortals. In fact, it's downright dangerous. 

     

    But a special kind of power waits for her within the sliver of portal known as Scourge. She just needs to claim it before the things in the bazaar descends into chaos.

    If only she can do that without losing Maddox in the process…
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThea Atkinson
    Release dateNov 10, 2018
    ISBN9781386551805
    Holiday Magic: an Isabella Hush Christmas Story: Isabella Hush Series, #3.5
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    Thea Atkinson

    Thea Atkinson writes character driven fiction to the left of mainstream; call it what you will: she prefers to describe her work as psychological dramas with a distinct literary flavour. Her characters often find themselves in the darker edges of their own spirits but manage to find the light they seek. She has been an editor, a freelancer, and a teacher, but fiction is her passion. She now blogs and writes and twitters. Not necessarily in that order. Please visit her blog for ramblings, guest posts, giveaways, and more http://theaatkinson.wordpress.com or follow her on twitter http://twitter.com/#!/theaatkinson or like her facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Theas-Writing-Page/122231651163413 a special thanks to Tiffany Atkinson for taking my author photo.

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      Holiday Magic - Thea Atkinson

      It was Christmas Eve and I was wearing an all-black cat suit.

      To be fair, everyone was in costume.

      I stood in the middle of a large, festively decorated chamber with vaulted ceilings and old stone work that might have been a gallery in the south of France in days past, if the decorations were any indication. Clove-studded oranges hung from smoke-blackened rafters by red and green ribbons. Pine boughs stretched across the sedate mantel of a fireplace that cast a yellowish glow from a crackling hardwood fire.

      Dozens of partiers milled about, their laughter an indication of their buoyant moods. Music stoked the atmosphere of celebration. Mulled wine and cider permeated the air with a spicy, warm scent.

      Everything, right down to the ribbon tied cinnamon sticks and perfectly positioned vases was exquisite

      The party was on the ninth world fringe of the Shadow Bazaar so it was entirely possible that the witch with a long green nose could very well be a real witch. Or she could be a vampire dressed as a witch. Or a fae princess for that matter.

      I really had no idea.

      And I told myself I didn't want to know. Ignorance can sometimes truly be bliss.

      Apparently, Christmas Eve for Kindred didn't mean the same thing as it did for us humans.

      It was just as well.

      I hated Christmas.

      That it was more like Halloween for these unfolks suited me just fine.

      Maddox, who had gone to get me what he termed as grog, was dressed as a ghoul complete with green makeup on his ruddy face and fake black contacts that obliterated the greyish green of his eyes. I could see him across the room, hovering near a rose colored crystal punch bowl filled with something that spit out micro-bubbles every few moments before churning in on itself and changing color.

      He dipped a ladle in and dumped a liquid ton of the stuff into a pewter goblet, then raised it over the crowds at me with something akin to victory.

      Damn good thing. I'd been there for twenty minutes already and was too long sans punch. Ghouls and goblins and the odd witch pressed in on me as they milled about and I felt distinctly exposed as the only human in the room.

      Of course the cat suit didn't help.

      I pinched at the legs of the thing, testing the flexibility once again of the fabric. I'd ordered it online with one day delivery because when Maddox had invited me to this shin-dig, he'd told me I needed a cat suit.

      I assumed I'd be shimmying in and out of some remarkably tight spaces. The reason for it hadn't yet materialized and now I was feeling as though my dignity had taken a cannonball hit.

      I lifted my gaze to the punch bowl once again as a witch bumped into me and purred under her breath. I shuffled closer to the fireplace hearth, thinking it was safer to have my back to something solid.

      That's not a costume, said a male voice.

      I

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