Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Follow the characters you love from the Addicted Series and Like Us Series as they embark on holiday shenanigans throughout the years.
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Christmas on the road in a tour bus.Snowed-in during a Scotland trip.Lake house winter traditions with the whole family.A high school “snow themed” party going disastrously awry.
A Very Addicted Christmas is a holiday collection of 18 bonus scenes collected in eBook for the very first time!
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PART ONE
DECEMBER 2030
ONE
THE VAIL LODGE
DECEMBER 2030
6 YEARS & 8 MONTHS BEFORE DAMAGED LIKE US
We listened to "Tomorrow" by Miner while writing this scene.
Character List:
Ryke Meadows - 41
Loren Hale - 40
Lily Calloway - 39
Daisy Calloway - 34
Maximoff Hale - 15
Sullivan Meadows - 12
Winona Meadows - 6
Bodyguards:
Declan - Epsilon Lead (Current Client: Maximoff Hale)
Greer - 20’s Epsilon (Current Client: Sullivan Meadows)
MAXIMOFF HALE
“YOU FUCKING SURE?” SULLI ASKS as she yanks the laces of her snowboarding boots. My younger cousin is twelve and almost as tall as me. Her biceps are pretty cut from swimming, and I lost 4 out of 10 arm-wrestling matches on the flight to Vail.
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m sure.” My breath smokes the cold air, both of us outside the ski resort’s gear rental shop. “I’m going to sit this one out.” I zip up my gray snow jacket as a gust blows through.
And I glance toward the edge of the lodge. Near the parking lot, a new round of paparazzi climb out of their vans. Gathering their camera equipment.
I bet they flew in a couple hours ago once our location leaked.
It’s expected, and it’s my every day back in Philly. I don’t really give a fuck about paparazzi. As long as they keep their distance and maintain the mutual respect we’ve built.
Our bodyguards, Declan and Greer, are looming close and will make sure no doomsdays occur. Both are already eagle-eyeing the van.
Sulli follows my gaze and sighs deeply. “Fuck.” She was hoping they’d all stay back in Philly.
I lick my chapped lips that start to crack. Great.
I’m more worried about the fact that I’m in dire need of chapstick than the fact that a swarm of paparazzi are about to descend upon us.
She looks back at me, and I say strongly, “Don’t worry about them, Sul. They’re not going to bother you.”
I don’t mention how the paparazzi are here to film me and her dad.
Whenever I’m in proximity to Uncle Ryke, it’s media catnip. It’s not a headache unless I make it one, and I’m not going to.
I don’t care about those rumors. You know the ones. Where tabloids say Ryke Meadows is my biological dad even though I have paternity tests that prove otherwise.
Drama free—that’s what these three days are supposed to be. Sulli, Uncle Ryke, and I are spending a few days in Vail before heading to the Smoky Mountains. We’re meeting up with everyone else at the lake house for our winter break vacation. Filled with Christmas traditions and family.
Sulli tugs her knit beanie over her reddened ears. Snow flurries stick to her dark brown hair that drapes on her broad swimmer’s shoulders. “Mof, you know I’m not even doing the black diamond.”
I smile. Yeah, I didn’t think Sulli would run a black diamond. Not because she wouldn’t want to. She’s just deep in swim training at the moment. I’m also in training, but she’s ten times more competitive. And she’s not about to risk injury on a dangerous route.
Sulli has spent most of her time at the lodge’s indoor pool. Her dad has had to practically rip her away. Reminding her that they came for fun and something other than swimming.
She can get into her head a lot. Too focused on one goal.
“It’ll be a scenic run,” she tells me, finished lacing her boots. “You sure you want to miss out on that?”
I crack a knuckle or two. Thinking about this for a second. Before Ryke and Sulli invited me on their three-day trip, I told myself that I’d give them some one-on-one time. I don’t ever really feel like a third-wheel, but I also don’t want to take away anything from anybody. This morning just feels like the perfect opportunity to bow out.
“We still have tomorrow,” I say. “And I’ll catch back up with you later today.”
Sulli looks a bit bummed. Her shoulders drop.
I nudge her arm. “What if I meet you at the pool later?”
Those magic words light up her green eyes. “Fuck it, let’s skip the hills and just go to the pool now.”
“No, no fucking it,” her dad proclaims, hearing what she said. The door to the gear rental shop bangs closed as he exits. Carrying a snowboard, he nears us. His boots are already on and his brown eyes darken on his daughter. “At least one run today, Sulli.”
She picks up her snowboard. “Will you race me?”
His brows knot. “I thought you wanted to take it fucking easy.”
“No black diamond or anything,” Sulli explains. “That’d be good, right?”
He gives her a hard paternal look. “That’s up to you, sweetie. You want to do the black diamond, we can fucking do that.”
Sulli figures out what she wants pretty quickly. “Just an easier route, but not the bunny slope.”
“Alright.”
“And you’ll race me?”
He rests a hand on her head. “Deal.”
She looks up at him with a smile before her phone buzzes. She digs in her jacket pocket. “Right on fucking time.”