A Christmas Match Made in Heaven
by Brianna Lorin
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A Christmas Match Made in Heaven is a tale that unites two lonely souls while reuniting two departed ones just in time for the holidays.
On the day after Thanksgiving, Carroll Moore is presented with three items that once belonged to her beloved, now deceased Aunt Maggie — a woman's ring, a diamond pendent, and a man's college ring. The accompanying letter reveals the items' history, and while the woman's ring and diamond pendant are Carroll's to keep, she is asked to return the man's college ring to a very special young man. What follows is a romantic tale that unites two lonely souls while reuniting two departed ones just in time for the holidays.
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About the author...
Brianna Lorin is the 'romance-writing' pen name of Laura Monti. Born and raised in the Manhattan suburbs of Westchester County, Laura presently lives with husband of thirty-six plus years. They have two adult children, a son and daughter, and a sweetheart of a grandson. They also have 3 very wacky cats.
After returning to college several years ago to complete a Bachelors degree, the writer that once was returned and several writing workshops and English Literature were taken. Following a BA in Liberal Arts from SUNY School of Performing Arts in Purchase, NY, Laura attended Manhattanville College and received a MAW.
She is an up and coming novelist who specializes in suspense thrillers with a romantic twist. Laura also loves to write Christmas themed stories such as The Last Christmas Tree, and plans to release a YA Christmas novella, They Called Her Miss Santa which will be released in November 2013. Two suspense/mystery manuscripts are currently in the making: In the Blink of an Eye and Zephora.
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With candles lit, lights off, and bath salts sprinkled, I sank into the dreamy warm water, relaxing every inch and crevice of my body. There was a workload from hell awaiting me at the office. The next few weeks would be crazy with one closing after another with sellers wanting to move south, out of the cold, snowy mountains, and buyers wanting to make money on their new establishments. All of this had to be done, of course, before winter arrived or in time for ski season and Valentines' Day.
While drifting into that half-asleep, half-awake mode of twilight, completely relaxed in the warmth of the tub, I began to hear a woman sobbing. At first her sobs were soft, and between sobs, she was speaking in a faint voice.
"Please don't leave me. Hang on. Please don't leave me."
I began to feel the ache in my chest again; it was dull and throbbing, and as the sobs grew louder, the pain grew stronger.
"Help me," she whimpered.
I became immobilized and started shivering. The bathroom was filled with a chill, and the flames on the candles went out. I looked around the bathroom, only seeing shadows of the trees outside blowing in the wind. The street light was thankfully shining through the window. It was then that I felt Aunt Maggie; her voice was low and barely audible. "You have to help me get back to Ron, Carroll. He's waiting for me somewhere. I can't find him in this black abyss, this very strange quagmire I'm trapped in."
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Somewhere between here and there."
"I don't understand what you want me to do?" I asked, looking around in the darkness, searching for a hint of her. My teeth were chattering.
"He proposed on Christmas Eve, thirty-five years ago. The ring was hidden inside one of those small jewelry box ornaments on his family's tree. Ron gave it to me after I opened all the other presents he had for me. He so loved to spoil me.
"When he handed me the box, he got down on one knee. I covered my face and cried. I loved him so much, Carroll, and couldn't wait to be his wife. Later that night, when we were lying in each other's arms, he told me about the other present he had for me. We were to spend New Year's Eve at the Statler Hilton in Manhattan. Don't think poorly of me, Carroll."
"Why would I, my god, Aunt Maggie, you loved the man and you were going to marry him. Do you honestly think Mike and I waited 'til our honeymoon?" There he was again, my ex, creeping into my memory in one form or another, and why the hell was I talking to what, a ghost?