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Lost in Christmas: Lost in Love, #2

Lost in Christmas: Lost in Love, #2

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Lost in Christmas: Lost in Love, #2

113 pages
1 hour
Nov 25, 2016


Sunny Willis, New Falls' resident librarian and soon-to-be doctoral expert on classical, nude art, can't locate the woman who practically raised her. Her only hope is the deputy who makes her heart pound. Can she focus enough to avoid the dangers of dilapidated police cars, flirty tow-truck drivers, and nosy townspeople to be reunited with her nana? 

Bennett Jamison has a lot to prove as the newest New Falls' deputy. When a missing person case arises, he wants to do everything by the book. Unfortunately, the girl he's never stopped crushing on compromises his investigation and turns his thoughts romantic. He needs to get over her and do his job. If she'd just stop being so irresistible. 

In New Falls, Tennessee, people and belongings go missing,but they usually resurface, and everything takes a turn toward love. Can Bennett and Sunny navigate their growing affection and find those who are missing before they get Lost in Christmas?

Nov 25, 2016

About the author

It all started with an old-fashioned typewriter. When the family brought it home, all those stories and characters rolling around in her head could finally get out. The press and click of the keys satisfied in their own right, but when she pulled out a finished page, she knew this was for her. Since then, she's graduated to a laptop, but the stories still find a way out. She's a breast cancer survivor, a teacher, a wife, a mother, and from the very beginning—a storyteller. Always a hint humorous and honest to a fault, she loves to make people laugh and smile. Her goal in life is to achieve tact and stop procrastinating. The battle wages on.

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Lost in Christmas - Cherie Marks


Chapter 1

If Kate Taylor could beat her head against the desk repeatedly without risking permanent brain damage, it would probably be just as productive as staring at a blank computer screen for six straight hours.  Of course, it hadn’t quite been six hours of a blank screen.  There had been times when she’d filled the page with many remarkable words that would make movie-going audiences ooh and aah, maybe even laugh and weep like babies.  Then she promptly deleted them, realizing what she’d written instead was complete and utter crap.

Ugh!  What was she going to do?  Her agent expected to see her sparkly, new, super-amazing screenplay right after the holidays. That gave her two whole weeks to rest and relax, but she’d promised Quentin she’d have time for a break.  At this rate, she’d be lucky to have two days to spend with him without this hanging over her head.  She’d hoped to get a chunk of the writing done before tomorrow.  With the parade, tree-lighting, and general town festivities going on tomorrow, she didn’t want to miss anything.  In New Falls, you never knew what kind of crazy situations were going to come to light, and she hated hearing about them second-hand.  It was always best to be there to experience the insanity for yourself.

Quentin poked his head into her office, concern etched on his forehead.  Everything okay in here?

As horrible as she felt, just the sight of her husband and best friend, with his dark hair tousled carelessly and his handsome, reassuring face etched with concern for her, lifted her spirits automatically.  Then, they promptly fell again with the reality of the trouble she was in.  Not turning in the script wasn’t an option, not if she wanted to keep her reputation and connections.  The truth about writing for Hollywood was clear.  If you couldn’t keep up with the pace of production, there was a line of people behind you willing to take your spot.  And she loved what she did, so that just wasn’t an option.

It will be.  I’ve just hit a rough patch.

He stepped fully into the room, and she still felt the thrill in her abdomen with him so close.  They’d been married a little over a year and a half, and she still got excited to be near him.  Of course, she’d known him all her life, minus the ten years she spent in Los Angeles, building her writing career.  By the time she’d come back to care for her grandfather, the man who’d raised her and was living out his final days, she’d changed quite a bit.  She’d changed so much, that Quentin and the rest of the town had barely recognized her.  At the time, when a thief had run off with her laptop and attached USB back-up, the loss of her life’s work had felt like her heart might as well have stopped beating completely.  Now, though, looking back, the crazy events that brought Quentin and her together just made her smile.  It helped that the USB had been recovered.

Well, as always, if there’s anything I can know...for inspiration...just let me know.  A heated look filled his gaze, and wild energy raced along her skin at the realization of his idea of inspiration.  Clearly, she wasn’t getting any work done.  A smile slid onto her face and her eyelids dipped to half-mast.  Maybe a little distraction was exactly what she needed.

Before she could answer, the house phone rang, and Kate stood up automatically.  Maybe it was the promise of the distraction Quentin had suggested, but she was relieved for a break in the monotony of nothingness on a computer screen smothered in a pile of crapola.  She made her way to the kitchen and reached for the cordless just as Quentin eased up behind her and did the same.  They smiled a conspiratorial smile, but with a quick look at the caller ID, Kate handed the phone over to him quickly.  It was, Harriet Peterson, the busy-body at the Sheriff’s office, and Kate knew Quentin needed to answer this one.

What kind of good news you got for me, Harriet?  Sarcasm leaked into his voice.

Kate walked back into her office and settled in front of the computer again.  The cursor on her screen flashed tauntingly, but once again, no words came to mind.  Something had to give soon.  Either she started making progress or she packed up her laptop for good and went to work with her best friend, Jamie Lewis, selling clothes at a boutique in town.  At least there, her creativity could be channeled into window displays and matching outfits.  Of course, she supposed there could be a version of writer’s block that even plagued those working in retail.

She heard Quentin hang up the phone and place the handheld back in the cradle.  Briefly she thought she should ask him to bring it into her office, but then again, she liked to stretch her legs every once in a while and a phone call was always a good excuse.

He stepped back into the doorway, feet braced apart, hands resting on his hips.  A concerned look etched across his face affirmed the phone call hadn’t been a good one.

I’m needed.

But it’s your day off.  Can’t you send one of your deputies?  What about Bennett Jamison?

He sighed heavily, and the significance of being a sheriff in a small town came out in the short puff of air.  You know how things work around here.  Bennett is checking up on a missing person’s report.  Apparently, old Mr. Fontaine went for a walk in the woods yesterday and never made it back home.  His son called it in this morning when he finally crawled out of bed himself and noticed his father’s quilt and sheets had remained undisturbed all night long.  Deputy Jamison and two other deputies grabbed some of the men from the volunteer fire department to help with the search and rescue.

So, you have to go help them out?

No.  They can handle that without me.  Turns out, there was also a break-in sometime last night at Miller’s Pharmacy.  I’m going to have to head over there to take a statement and see if we can figure out who’s responsible.  Sorry to cut our day together short.

With a disappointed twist of his lips, he shrugged and ducked out of the room.  She could hear him moving around in the other room, getting ready to head into town.

Great! So not only was she struggling to get her work done, but now she’d have to do it without her much needed distraction.  She cracked her knuckles and dipped her chin.  She’d just have to use her time to make the script work.  She could do it.  This time would work.

She put her hands on the keyboard and began typing.



A one-man spacecraft lands, thrusters low, landing gear out in an overgrown, desolate place that, though inhabited once, seems deserted now.

Okay, now she was getting somewhere.  It wasn’t entirely clear where yet, but now that she was in the groove, she could finally see a story developing.  Yet, as she worked out details in her mind, she realized there was so much she still didn’t know.  Who was in the ship?  Why was he or she landing on this planet?  Way too many unknowns were still swirling in her brain.

Quentin stepped inside her open office door again and stood silently a few extra seconds before saying, I’m heading out.

She rose and embraced him.  It had become a habit to give him a proper goodbye every time he walked out the door.  It just seemed like the best way to let someone know you cared.  After about a minute, she pulled back and gave him a weak smile.

He cocked his head and met her gaze for a few extra seconds before asking, Do you want to come along?

YES!  No hesitation at all.  She knew she couldn’t stay cooped up here trying to figure out a

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