Pleasures of Christmas Past (A Christmas Carol Book 1)

by Lexi Post

  Table of Contents

  Pleasures of Christmas Past

  Copyright

  Pleasures of Christmas Past Summary

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

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  Pleasures of Christmas Past

  A CHRISTMAS CAROL, BOOK 1

  BY

  LEXI POST

  Pleasures of Christmas Past

  A Christmas Carol #1

  Copyright © 2015 by Lexi Post

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

  For information contact Lexi Post at www.lexipostbooks.com

  Cover design by Syneca Featherstone

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  Formatting by Bella Media Management

  Excerpt from Desires of Christmas Present Copyright © 2016 by Lexi Post

  eBook ISBN: 978-0-9906941-8-2

  Pleasures of Christmas Past Summary

  When present day American social worker Jessica Thomas is assigned her first case as a spirit guide, she’s excited to serve as the Spirit of Christmas Past for her client and prove she knows her profession well. Unfortunately, her mentor, the very hot, very single, and very Scottish Duncan Montgomerie has little faith in her ability and plans to catch her when she falls. As far as she’s concerned, he’s going to be waiting a very long time.

  Bachelor Duncan Montgomerie hails from late 18th century Scotland where he enjoyed life to its fullest, something he continues in death. Having been dead a while, he is well equipped to handle the afterlife where time doesn’t exist and phasing is the norm. What has him stymied is his connection to the uptight Jessica and the strange feelings he’s experiencing being around her, even though she refuses to listen to his advice. Duncan needs to figure out what it all means and fast because the rules change after death and the path Jessica is headed down could cost her her soul.

  Acknowledgments

  For Bob Fabich, Sr., the man who showed me exactly how special love can be. And for my sister Paige Wood, who is always there when I need help, even at the last minute.

  Thank you to my wonderful friends, Elizabeth and Jimmy Mair of Darvel Scotland, who helped me with important specifics of the area.

  Also, thank you to my daughter-in-law Rebecca Curran Fabich who hails from Edinburg. She was so quick to answer all my questions about her beautiful country and helped me with up-to-date information.

  As usual, my critique partner, Marie Patrick, was always there to take a phone call and help me brainstorm. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

  And I can’t close without thanking my editor, Grace Bradley, whose superb knowledge never fails to impress me.

  Author’s Note

  Pleasures of Christmas Past was inspired by A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. In Dickens’ story, Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly curmudgeon, is told by the spirit of his former business partner, Marley, that he will be visited by three spirits and if he doesn’t change his ways he will pay for it in the afterlife. Scrooge scoffs at the idea but as he journeys into his past, present, and future with the spirit of each period of his life, he sees the error of his ways and becomes a completely different man when he wakes up on Christmas day.

  But what if the spirit itself, as well as the living human, was in need of help, and the visit could make a difference in the existence of both? Could the Spirit of Christmas Past come to terms with her former life while helping a young woman overcome deep sorrow? And most importantly, can love conquer all even in the afterlife?

  Chapter One

  Jessica Thomas floated near the ceiling of the small Christmas ornament shop, anxiously waiting to find out who would be her mentor on this, her first case as a Spirit Guide. She had no idea what it would entail, which irritated her a little. When she was alive, she’d been an excellent social worker because she read the case file before meeting the client. The Spirit Guide position was very difficult to obtain, but her past expertise had helped her land the job and she was anxious to prove she deserved it.

  Having the file would certainly help that.

  She scanned the shop, liking the feel of the place. It was cozy, with ornaments everywhere in every conceivable shape and size. With just three days until Christmas the store was full of people, all with lovely Scottish accents. She’d never been to Scotland while alive, though she’d planned a trip once, but had to cancel. She’d just been too busy to take a vacation for any length of time. Yes, it was one of her many regrets she had about her short life. At least she felt thirty-three years was short.

  As far as time went, her mentor was late, or at least it seemed like it. There was no time in the afterlife, a fact that had thrown her completely off balance, but she was learning to cope…somewhat. Maybe her mentor was still in class answering questions. One of the many instructors from the intensive training she’d gone through would be her mentor on this first assignment. She really liked old Archibald. He was an American from the 1880s. Mrs. Ferrisletter, from 1662 London, was very sweet and would be a lovely mentor. Jessica crossed her fingers. As long as she didn’t get Dr. Marley, she’d be happy. That man could put a saint into a depression.

  “Are you ready for your first case?” The lilt of a heavy Scottish accent behind her caused her to turn.

  Duncan Montgomerie floated there, not close enough to touch, but near enough she caught the whiff of pine that was so much a part of him.

  Oh no, not him. The man was the hottest instructor she’d had and even now she couldn’t remember a word he’d said. She’d been too busy having her libido stroked by his voice while her eyes feasted on his rugged looks and ripped body. He’d never told them what time period he was from, but his accent gave him away as Scottish and some of his vocabulary made her think it might be centuries back, even though he dressed in modern-day clothes.

  Nervousness tamped down her excitement. There was no way she’d be able to concentrate on this assignment with him around. She was bound to screw something up.

  “Jessica?” His blue eyes sparkled with an unearthly light as one brow rose. “Are you with me, lass?”

  “Yes, of course.” She tried not to focus on his wavy brown hair that fell past his strong jawline or on his scruffy chin that led the eye to his quirking lips.

  His arm stretched out past her as he pointed below them, revealing his forearm muscle flexing as he moved his finger. “That’s our case. Mrs. Cameron Douglas.”

  Despite the butterflies tickling her stomach as Duncan’s breath passed by her left ear, Jessica snapped her focus to the people below. There were many women in the shop. Mrs. Douglas could be any of them. She leaned away and looked her mentor in the eyes. “What’s her first name?”

  “Huh?”

  Jessica pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “What’s
Mrs. Douglas’ first name? To get a client to trust you, you must show an interest in them and knowing the person’s first name is the very tip of the iceberg.”

  Duncan frowned. “I dinna teach you that.”

  She took a deep breath. “No, you didn’t. It’s part of the experience I bring to the job. Do you know her first name?”

  He shook his head, clearly perplexed by her request.

  “How long have you been a Spirit Guide?” It was really none of her business, but she wanted to be sure her mentor was, in fact, more experienced than she was.

  He shrugged broad shoulders, drawing her focus back to his build.

  “Since we have no time in the afterlife, I cannot tell you how long I’ve done this, but I can assure you it is no’ my first case.” He pulled the neck of his t-shirt away from his skin, as if it were too tight.

  As far as she was concerned, the entire shirt was too tight with the way it molded to his chest muscles, showing a significant valley down the middle. Hell, if he just wanted to take the whole thing off, she certainly wouldn’t complain.

  “Holly.” Duncan grinned and her insides turned to melting ice cream.

  So why did he point out holly? It was Christmas. There was holly everywhere… And mistletoe. Oh, maybe she could find some mistletoe and Mr. Distraction here could catch the hint and kiss her.

  “Holly is her first name.” Duncan nodded to confirm his statement. “It’s also what that older woman down there just called her.”

  Her? Oh right, the case. Jessica forced her gaze from Duncan and looked below. “Which one is she?”

  “She’s the owner of the shop. The one with the shoulder-length brown hair and red Christmas hat on.”

  Jessica forced herself to focus on the woman. Her straight hair was a very deep brown, like dark chocolate, and she had a round face with an adorable smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was a quiet sorrow about the friendly shop owner. She looked perhaps thirty years old, max. What could have caused such a poignant hurt in one so young? “She definitely has the Christmas spirit. Why does she need us?”

  Duncan chuckled, a warm sound that sent pleasure from her heart to her fingertips and everywhere in between. “No’ every case is about some old Scrooge character. Each person we’re assigned needs something different, but it has to be very important for them. Cameron—he’ll be our supervisor on this assignment—received special permission for us to tackle this. You can equate him to Marley in your Scrooge story. There is always a Sprit Guide supervisor who preps the person receiving our help.”

  “Cameron?” She couldn’t resist looking at him again and was surprised to see him frown, an unusual occurrence for him.

  “Cameron Douglas is—excuse me—was her husband. There is a strict rule about handling personal cases, but I guess Cameron made a good argument with the boss.”

  Even frowning, Duncan was gorgeous. His cheekbones were strong, but his nose did have a slight bump that kept him from being entirely perfect. Genetics? Or was that from an injury? She could see him modeling for a highland wool sweater catalog, looking scrumptious in a white turtleneck and tartan kilt. Oh. Just the idea of seeing this man in a kilt had her body flushing. What did they say about what a man wore under—

  “Jessica? Are you listening?”

  “What?” Oh no. She was afraid of this. “Sorry, my mind drifted. What were you saying?”

  He studied her for a moment before explaining. “I said, we, or rather you officially, are one of three ghosts who will visit Mrs. Douglas. Our goal is to remind her of the happy times before she lost her husband. Cameron’s wife is no’ truly living, just going through the motions.”

  Jessica’s heart melted for the woman. She’d had cases like this, but never tackled them with the ability she had now. The possibilities excited her, causing her adrenaline to kick in. “So we literally take her to wonderful moments in her past. This is going to be fun. I can already imagine her smiling and laughing.” She couldn’t help her own grin at the thought of bringing a client such joy.

  Duncan raised his hand. “Hold on, it’s no’ that simple. Remember what I said in training?”

  “Uh, you said a lot. What part?” Not that she remembered any of it.

  “You cannot get too attached. You need to keep some distance. We only have one night to work our magic, so to speak.” He grinned.

  “Do you really believe that?” How could he be a trainer of Spirit Guides if he thought they could do any good staying detached?

  His grin faded. “I wouldn’t teach it if I dinna believe it. Trust me, lass, you cannot get too involved in someone else’s troubles. If you do, your soul will become entangled with your case.”

  She stared, open-mouthed. Had she really missed how shallow he was in the training? Or maybe he was talking from experience. She studied him closer. Was there something substantial behind those good looks?

  His grin returned. “But dinna worry. I’ll be there to help.” His comment was said with such arrogance that for the first time she found herself not liking him at all.

  She wasn’t exactly a novice at this. It may be her first case as a Spirit Guide, but she did have years of experience as a social worker. Maybe she needed to focus on the client and not on Mr. Distraction. “Where’s the file?”

  “Dinna worry about that. I can give you all the basics.” Again he smiled, but this time, she noticed it was the kind a person gives to a child when humoring them.

  He had little faith she could accomplish this assignment. Well, he was in for a surprise. She had a mission of her own and that was to prove Duncan Montgomerie was no more than a redundancy on this mission. Pasting on a fake smile, she took charge of her case. “I appreciate that, but I’d like to read through the file anyway. Sometimes, as a woman, I can catch a clue or two when trying to better understand a female client.”

  He shrugged once again and she forced herself to focus on his face.

  “I left it on your desk. When you’re done looking for clues, let me know and we can get started.” He was clearly laughing at her.

  She gritted her teeth. This wouldn’t work. She would have to request another mentor because it was obvious the two of them had radically different ideas about helping people. She forced her jaw to loosen. “Fine.” Without another word, she floated through the ceiling and back to her office to plan her attack and have a talk with her new supervisor.

  Duncan watched Jessica drift away and chuckled. The lass was “wound too tight,” as he’d heard Cameron say. Even her look was too professional. Blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, wire-rimmed glasses hiding very bonny green eyes and a buttoned-to-the-neck Oxford shirt that made her look more like a scholar than a counselor. Her navy-blue pantsuit was boxy, hiding her entire body, and reminded him of a Christmas candle, rectangle bottom with a bright round flame at the top.

  There was no way she would get through her first case without messing up. Good thing he was her mentor. He couldn’t see any of the other instructors dealing well with her. He dinna doubt her heart was in the right place, but helping the living while dead was very different from helping them while alive.

  He had a hard time remembering what it was like no’ having the ability to move through space and time at will. It had been so long since he died. He frowned. It was difficult remembering the exact year, but he was confident it was long ago. He’d trained too many recruits. No’ that it mattered. Time meant nothing now.

  He grinned. Training new Spirit Guides was a fun adventure and he was perfectly happy where he was. It would be entertaining to watch the lass handle her first assignment. And when she stumbled, because she definitely would, he’d be there to catch her. The idea of what she might feel like under all those clothes had his smile widening. First, she needed to lose the glasses and the ponytail. Then he’d be happy to help her change into something more comfortable. Something he would do as soon as this assignment was over. The clothing in his time period was much less confi
ning, but dressing according to the year of the client helped keep the person from running away in pure horror when he showed up.

  Activity below caught his attention and his smile faded. He watched their client as Holly helped a teenager choose a unique ornament for his girlfriend.

  Cameron and his wife had had one of those rare love stories that deserved a happily forever after, no’ just a happily for thirteen months. Duncan had no idea what that was like, but he respected it. To see two people so in love suddenly separated by death touched even his hardened bachelor’s soul.

  Though he’d only known Cameron for a short while, probably almost a year, it was clear the man was a brilliant supervisor, but like his wife, sadness emanated from his spirit. Holly deserved a wee bit of happiness herself and Cameron could benefit from a little peace. If Duncan could do this small service for him, he would.

  And there was no blasted way he would let Miss Jessica Thomas bumble their assignment, bonny eyes or no’.

  * * * * *

  Jessica closed the file. It wasn’t very detailed. She’d expected—hoped—for much more information that would help her understand the Christmas shop owner. She’d bet a gallon of ice cream her supervisor had kept important information out of the file. After all, Holly Douglas was his wife.

  The problem was, with so little information, she would be more dependent on Mr. Distraction, a situation she seriously needed to avoid. Between his attitude toward her and their client and his hot physique, it was a recipe for disaster. Not only did she not want that to happen to Holly, but as her client was her new supervisor’s wife, she was doubly motivated to do a great job.

  Picking up the file, she walked down the hall toward Cameron Douglas’ office. She was still more comfortable in a solid state, so she had to knock on his door when she arrived.

  “Come in.” The Scottish accent reminded her of Duncan.

  She opened the door and halted. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had someone with you.”