Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
The annual collection of Christmas short stories by T L Swan, live to download for a short time only.
Each year two new stories are added to the collection.
His Christmas List features the following short stories,
The Expert
Elizabeth is in the middle of a nightmare.
She has to go to a work conference that her ex is attending with his new wife.
When Kerry her assistant sneakily organises a date for her for the weekend she’s beyond mortified.
Enter Thomas Stone.
Suave, handsome, and experienced. An expert in the field of dating.
He’s handsome and witty, utterly infuriating.
Then things go from bad to worse when they are forced to share a hotel room.
But sometimes things happen for a reason and maybe there’s more to Thomas than meets the eye.
Mr Prescott
Alora’s Christmas is looking up, she’s booked into an exclusive resort in Switzerland to fulfil a bucket list fantasy.
The rules are no names, no personal details, and no contact after.
When she’s introduced to the enigmatic Mr Doe she had no idea that he would turn her world on its head.
After forty eight hours with him, life will never be the same.
Alaskan Jack
When city girl, Holly, took a business trip to Alaska, she was unprepared.
Her assistant called in sick, she missed her flight, then had to drive for hours in the dead of night.
Add to that, a storm, a car accident, and a grumpy saviour, Jack.
When Holly is forced to spend the night in Jack’s log cabin.
She gets more than she bargained for.
Alaska, where the weather is wild, and so are the men.
The Christmas Angel
Zoe never thought she’d be grateful for a flat tyre but when a handsome policeman pulled over to help her… things changed.
Constable Dylan Andrews was every Christmas wish come true.
And when he offered to give her a private escort home, she knew she was in for one hell of a ride.
The Bonus
My name is Grace Porter, and I am the personal assistant to Gabriel Ferrara, CEO of Ferrara Media in New York.
It’s the perfect job, great pay, beautiful office, everything I ever dreamed of, if not for one small detail.
I am utterly and hopelessly in love with my boss.
Merry Christmas my beautiful readers, thank you so much for giving me a chance and reading my books.
You really have made all my wishes come true.
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THE EXPERT
1
Monday Morning.
Elizabeth.
Kerry puts her head around the corner of my door. “Can we go through your schedule for the next few weeks?”
I hit send on my email. “Yeah.” I keep typing. “Can we do it a bit later? I’m swamped.”
“Okay, but I need to book your accommodation for Paris today because everything is booking out.”
I glance up from my computer. “I’m not going to Paris, remember?”
“Um…yes you are.”
“Not possible.”
“Too late, I already accepted the invitation.”
I breathe out, exasperated. I love Kerry, she’s the best PA in the world, but damn it she oversteps sometimes.
“Kerry, don’t play with me, I’m way too busy.” I sigh as I keep typing.
“We need the Reynolds account,” she snaps. “We’re not going to make budget without it.”
“I know.”
“And we want our staff bonuses this year. We’re making budget if it kills me.”
“And it might.” I roll my eyes. “I am not going to the conference in Paris and watching my dickhead ex-husband parade around his new wife while competing with him for the Reynolds account. I would rather eat shit.”
Kerry plops into the chair at my desk, “You know…this little poor me act is getting a little tired.”
I roll my eyes. Here we go.
“I’m not giving poor me vibes.”
“Want a bet?”
I keep typing.
“When you and Graham split the company in two after you divorced, our aim was to take him down. You have always been the brains of the operation, show him how hard we can fuck him and his business up.”
“I know.”
“We are the only two forerunners in the Reynolds account, we can win it. But not if you don’t even go to the conference.”
My heart sinks. “I just don’t think I can go and watch him and Melody….” I shrug.
“Melody is a child who is going to realize that her new husband is a dumb sleazebag.”
“She’s thirty, she’s not a child.”
“Oh please.” She rolls her eyes. “Women don’t even grow their second brain until they hit thirty-five. In five years she’s kicking his ass to the curb and leaving him. And you know where we are going to be?”
“Where?” I sigh.
“Without the Reynolds account because our spineless CEO let her ex-husband win at business too.”
I sit back in my chair. “You’re right, I know you’re right. I really just….” I shrug, disappointed in myself. “The thought of going to that conference that close to Christmas and having to mix with him and all our work associates when he’s there with his new wife is just….”
“Embarrassing?”
“Well just five years ago we were at the same conferences as husband and wife and working together on the same business. Now we’re divorced and own two companies who are in direct competition against each other and he’s got a perky young little replacement for me.”
“So, take a date.”
“Ha,” I explode. “And who would that be?” I scoff. “I hate men, I hate dicks and I especially hate egotistical fuckwits, which coincidentally is the entire dating pool for women my age. So, unless you can organize Santa Claus to be my date I’m not going.”
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
Friday.
Knock, knock, sounds at my office door and I glance up to see Kerry.
“What’s up?”
She comes in and closes the door behind her and I frown. “Why are you closing the door?”
“Tell me you love me.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Why do I love you?”
“So…Paris.”
“Ugh, can we not talk about that dumpster fire, please.”
“I have organized a….” Her voice trails off as she searches for the right wording. “Chaperone for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“His name is Thomas Stone.”
“Who is that?”
“He’s a doctor.”
“A what, what?” I frown. I’m so confused. “What are you talking about?”
“So, my cousin Marcy is friends with his friend’s wife.”
“Who’s his friend?”
“Cameron Stanton is his friend and his wife, Ashley, is one of Marcy’s best friends.”
I roll my eyes at the million explanations. “Not hard to keep up at all.”
“Anyway…there’s this doctor from LA who….” She wobbles her head around as she tries to word it right. “Helps out professional women like you for weekends just like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“So, apparently he did it once as a favor for someone and he was so good at it and enjoyed it so much that he now does it full-time.”
“Does what?” I stare at her, still confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He’s an expert in this field.”
“What field?”
“The escort field.”
“The what field?” I gasp, horrified. “Are you on crack?”
“It would work.”
“I’m not taking a sleazebag escort with an STD to a conference as important as this.” I drag my hand down my face. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“You’re not going to go at all?”
“Not going is better than this option.”
“And he’s not an escort that sleeps with women, he’s not that kind of escort.”
“Oh please,” I scoff. “He’d be banging like a barn door.”