Enter to win a paperback copy of WISHES FOR CHRISTMAS
Wishes For Christmas
Fern Michaels
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015
Kensington Books
New
York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels brings together the beloved
heroines from two celebrated series—the Sisterhood and the Godmothers—for a
holiday to remember…
This Christmas, instead of finding
and punishing bad guys, all Maggie Spritzer wants is to bring a little more joy
to the world—especially to a beloved teacher from her past. And as the
Sisterhood unites to find her, they learn that no holiday treat is as
fulfilling as giving to others…
Meanwhile, with a little help from
the other Godmothers, Toots Loudenberry is preparing for Charleston’s annual
holiday showcase of historic homes. But when the Godmothers sense trouble with
one of the decorators, they must tackle a mystery and hope for a happy ending…
When Sisters and Godmothers unite,
the result is a warm and wonderful holiday—with a special touch of magic…
What had started out as a simple,
run-of-the-mill luncheon had somehow turned into a major culinary event
sponsored by Maggie Spritzer for her Sisters, known to their many adoring fans
as the Vigilantes.
Normal luncheons with the Sisters
were usually done on the fly and, for the most part, held in favorite cafés or
restaurants. When Maggie first came up with the idea, it was because she had a
serious matter to discuss with the Sisters. She knew the luncheon would go into
overtime, and at a public eatery, they would be rushed, hence this luncheon was
in her own home in Georgetown.
It was well known that Maggie was
not a cook, not even a fair to middling one. Oh, to be sure, she could throw
things together and manage somehow to make the result edible, but she much preferred
takeout, which she warmed up and pretended that she’d prepared. She did,
however, have one dish that always garnered praise, a broccoli, three cheese
casserole that was beyond delicious. She always served it with a crisp garden
salad, warm, tiny, spongy garlic rolls, and a peach cobbler straight out of the
supermarket freezer section.
No one ever complained, and there
was never enough left to save, so Maggie was confident her luncheon menu would
meet with the Sisters’ approval.
Maggie took one last look at her
dining-room table. She knew she should have used her once-a-year good dishes,
but she’d just been too lazy to take them out and wash them, so she had opted
for colorful hard plastic plates with an autumn theme. All gold, orange, and
rustic brown. Her centerpiece was an arrangement of fall leaves that matched
the plastic plates. All in all, she was satisfied. And she also knew the
Sisters wouldn’t complain even if she served the food on Styrofoam plates,
because things like that simply were not important.
The timer in the kitchen went off
just as the doorbell rang. Talk about timing. She grinned as she ran to the
door with Hero, her cat, right on her heels.
As always, the Sisters oohed and
aahed over the delicious aromas as they hugged and squealed over seeing each
other. Coats and jackets were hung up. It was the end of October, and there was
a definite chill in the air.
The women all headed for the kitchen
and were surprised when Maggie said, “No, we’re eating in the dining room
today. And guess what? Today we are having fresh apple cider. I picked it up
this morning. Someone pour while I get the food on the table.”
The moment everyone was seated,
Maggie held up her glass and said, “Happy harvest, everyone! Tomorrow is
Halloween. And, by the way, I personally carved that pumpkin you all saw on the
front stoop. I just love autumn.”
The Sisters all toasted Halloween,
then sat back and waited, because they all knew Maggie’s casserole had to set
for ten minutes before it could be scooped onto plates.
“Are we celebrating something today,
or is this just a get-together, dear?” Myra asked.
“Both,” Maggie responded smartly.
“Well, speaking strictly for myself,
I am all ears,” Kathryn said as she eyed the golden brown casserole sitting in
the center of the table. Everyone knew and teased Kathryn that she had the
appetite of a truck driver because she was an overland driver who handled her
eighteen-wheeler like the pro she was.
“Me, too.” Yoko laughed. “Spit it
out, Maggie, or do we have to eat first?”
“Why don’t we be devilish today and
break Charles’s golden rule that we don’t talk business while we eat?” Annie
suggested. The others hooted that they were in agreement.
“Any reason why you didn’t invite
the boys?” Nikki asked.
“Well, yeah, this is girls only. I thought
we agreed to do that once a month,” Maggie said as she toyed with the serving
spoon that would scoop up her casserole.
“Okay, I get it. This is that
once-a-month social gathering, plus some
business, right?” Alexis grinned.
“A hint, a clue, something would be
nice,” Isabelle said as she popped a tiny garlic roll into her mouth. She
rolled her eyes at the delectable delight.
“Does whatever you have in mind
involve just us girls or the boys at some point?” Nikki asked, the lawyer in
her wanting details and facts.
“To be decided,” Maggie said, waving
the spoon. “It’s just an idea. An idea I’ve had for a long time. With the
holidays fast approaching, it always takes over my mind at this time of year,
and I simply cannot stop thinking about it.”
“What? What?” Annie exploded as
Kathryn reached over to take the serving spoon out of Maggie’s hand. Reaching
for the plates, she put spoon to casserole and filled them.
“The money from my husband’s
insurance. I tried to give it to Gus’s nephew, but he refused to take it. I
never spent a dime of it. I couldn’t. I want to give it away this Christmas. I
want you all to help me. And then I took it one step further and thought,
wouldn’t it be nice if you all kicked in some money to match it and . . .”
“And what, dear?” Myra asked.
“Make someone’s world brighter and
happier. Save someone’s life. Do something for someone, or more than someone,
who otherwise would stay in whatever position they’re in at the moment.
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