Jingle Spells

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  Nick pulled away. “Belle? Is it snowing or is that you?”

  She looked around them at the shower of sparkling flakes coming down only in their immediate surrounding area. “It’s me. I’ve just never been so happy.”

  “Nick!” Kris called from the sleigh. “Let’s get a move on!”

  “I’ve gotta go,” he groaned, reluctant to let her go.

  “I know. Have fun tonight,” Belle said with a smile. “They say you never forget your first Christmas as Santa Claus.”

  “I know I won’t. But what I’ll remember most is the moment you said yes.” Nick kissed her again, this time pulling away to jog off toward the sleigh. He climbed inside beside Kris and spent a few minutes with him going over the controls.

  Nick turned one last time to give her a wave before calling out the reindeers’ names and taking flight. He looked…as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

  The reindeer started moving through the snow and a few seconds later, they were gone. Left behind, as always, were the workers that had made Christmas possible. Now was time to clean up, to go to bed and start resting up for another year.

  Belle was the last to stay outside. She watched the sleigh’s streak shoot across the sky and disappear into the darkness. Her work here was done for now. With nothing else she had to do, she was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to bake snickerdoodles. Unfortunately, she hadn’t the slightest clue where to even start.

  “Congratulations,” Merry said, joining her outside.

  “Oh, thanks, Merry. Congratulations on your retirement.”

  Merry laughed softly and shook her head. “It was a long time in coming, and it got a little rocky toward the end, but things worked out for the best. Now I can pass on my book of cookie recipes to you and work on perfecting the perfect piña colada, instead.”

  “Do you have a recipe for snickerdoodles?” Belle asked.

  “Absolutely.” She put her arm around Belle and led her back toward the lodge. “What do you say we go make some right now?”

  Belle smiled and eagerly followed Merry inside. “That sounds wonderful.”

  Christmas Eve, One Year Later

  “This is the first Christmas in over twenty years that you haven’t had to work,” Merry noted. She buried her toes in the sand that was still warm despite the darkness that had swallowed up the tropical heat several hours earlier.

  “Retirement is awesome,” he said, taking a sip from his frothy, tropical drink. “And Christmas in the southern hemisphere is even better.”

  “I’ll drink to that,” Merry agreed. Belize was amazing. Their beach bungalow was perfect for two retirees looking to spend some quality time together. “After so many years in Gingerbread, I almost can’t believe I’m spending Christmas in shorts and flip-flops. No sweaters, no turtlenecks…”

  “I’m glad we decided to come back here. Christmas cut the trip short last time.”

  Merry had jumped at the chance to move to Belize after Nick’s training was completed. She had enjoyed their road trip, but Belize was where they had really reconnected. They had spent their honeymoon here, and it was where they had started their marriage over again. After twenty-five years of marriage, most of which was dedicated to Christmas, it was nice to just be a couple again. There were no sexy, Italian ski instructors to distract them. Kris had let the artificial color fade from his hair and grew out his beard, returning both to the silky silver waves she remembered and loved. There were no more tricks, no more games. Just an appreciation for one another that they had lost along the way.

  “It’s almost time,” Kris said, eyeing his watch.

  They both looked up at the sky, waiting to catch a glimpse of Nick on his first solo flight. Dash had sent them a Christmas card and told them to watch. He’d added an exciting new feature to the sleigh that they were sure to love.

  “There it is,” Merry said, pointing toward the silver streak that stretched across the sky over their heads. To their amazement, the twinkling stardust it left behind started falling toward them. A moment later, they found themselves in a tiny blizzard with magickal snowflakes falling around them. It was an amazing sight considering the humid tropical climate of Belize. Each flake danced through the air, disappearing the moment it touched the smooth sand.

  They had found a way to give everyone a white Christmas, even if just for a brief moment. It was beautiful. Mesmerizing. Enchanting. Just as Christmas should be.

  “Dash has outdone himself this time,” Merry said.

  “Indeed he has.” Kris took her hand and lifted it to his lips. “Merry Christmas, my darling.”

  “Merry Christmas, Kris.”

  * * * * *

  Read on for an extract from SIREN’S TREASURE by Debbie Herbert.

  Prologue

  Away down deep in the ’Bama bayou,

  You’ll find a mysterious Gothic brew

  Where Spanish moss drapes ancient oaks,

  And sea-slithery lizards and gators croak.

  The swampy water creeps ever in,

  And lured down many a man has been

  By magical, whispering, haunting sounds

  Where not another soul is found.

  Stay out of the water, whatever you do,

  Ain’t no telling what will become of you

  If you can’t resist a quick little dip.

  Let me give you a tiny tip:

  Should you feel a tug at your feet,

  It mightn’t be the tide pulling underneath.

  Be wary, human, you must beware—

  For some say mermaids lurk down there.

  “Siren’s Song,” old folk tune, Bayou La Siryna,

  Alabama

  Placing second or third? Not good enough.

  She had to win the Undines’ Challenge this year at the Poseidon Games, had to discover the reason other merfolk shunned her.

  Jet whipped her tail fin and surged forward through the turquoise water—pushing, pushing—speeding through the sea like a rocket, streams of bubbles in her wake. Only one goal consumed her.

  Winning.

  The adrenaline rush, combined with Jet’s superior strength and determination, propelled her ahead of the other merfolk within the first minute. She took a quick peek over her left shoulder and found Orpheous mere feet behind and rapidly closing in.

  Her nemesis was gaining.

  Jet sped past the Dismals, a barnacle-ridden limestone outcropping, and toward the next hurdle of the race. At the entrance of the honeycombs she cast a quick glance backward. Orpheous grinned, displaying jagged, pointy teeth. His long cobalt hair and teal tail fin distinctly marked him as one of the rare full-blooded members of the notorious Blue Mermen Clan. Ruthlessly aggressive and muscular, his kind usually won most sporting events.

  Jet slowed as she slid through the first opening of a large coral with a series of slender gaps. Although beautiful, the hot-pink coral was razor sharp and could gash exposed flesh and scales, causing painful injuries. Each contestant had to maneuver through the marked portals without any part of their body touching the coral. If they did touch, one of the judges on the sidelines would blow a conch shell, signaling the contestant must start over.

  Halfway through the coral maze, the muted bellow of conch blasted. Jet’s heart tripped. She hadn’t touched, had she? She looked at the judges perched on a rock ledge twelve feet away, but they pointed to Orpheous and signaled him to exit and start over.

  “Liars!” he screamed, ignoring the stream of blood spiraling upward from a gash on his arm. “I did not touch. You are prejudiced against my clan.”

  Jet resumed swimming through the narrow twists and turns. She would win and take her place among the strongest and most skilled. Surely then they would respect her.

  A
quarter mile ahead, the Wrath of Mer loomed. Already, her breath grew shallower in the methane-laced water and her gills flared, struggling to suck in more of the declining oxygen. A methane vent disturbed the water’s buoyancy under the mile-long towering rock ledge.

  The bubbling fields let Jet know what to expect. As her body hit the area, she propelled forward, as if powered by jet fuel. What a rush! Better than any runner’s high she’d experienced on land in human form. She luxuriated a moment in the sensation of near weightlessness.

  A mass of black stone was suddenly three feet ahead.

  She’d miscalculated.

  Jet abruptly swished her tail fin to turn but it was too late. She slammed into the rock with her right shoulder and tail fin taking the brunt of the blow. Searing pain radiated from her shoulder down to her fingertips and she drifted downward, fighting unconsciousness. The metallic scent of blood prickled her nose. Jet surveyed her body but didn’t see any open wound.

  Orpheous is near.

  He shot through the swirl of bubbles, almost slapping her face with his tail fin. He leered at her briefly, his hair a storm of blue, before shooting away.

  Jet clenched her jaw and thrust both arms forward. Her shoulder pain transformed to a numbing sensation. Keep going. Don’t stop. She swam out of the methane trap and came to the roofed cavern, selected for its strong crosscurrents.

  Piece of salmon cake.

  Orpheous entered the cavern and purposely whacked his tail fin against its walls before racing out. The wall appeared to disintegrate as dozens of disturbed gulper eels oozed out of its crevices, their long snaky bodies slithering into the churning water.

  Great. She would have to swim through a mass of pissed-off eels.

  She made it through without slowing. With her speed, she could overtake him en route to the Devil’s Well, an ancient, dormant volcano. But once inside, he would have an advantage.

  Jet kept up the rhythmic pattern of swimming that best suited her—extending her arms forward first, then crunching her abs and thrusting out her tail fin. At the volcano’s tip, she dived into the narrow passage with Orpheous close by. The light quickly dissipated and Jet extended an arm along the side wall to keep her bearings. Each contestant had to swim the five hundred feet to its bottom and collect a piece of lava rock.

  Halfway down, she realized something was wrong. Orpheous had stopped swimming and was moving upward. “Chickening out?” she asked. She swam closer to his vibration until she could make out the blue-white of his teeth.

  He exposed his jagged molars in a grin that was half snarl, half glee and held up something in his hand.

  Jet fumbled in the darkness until she found his fist, which was closed over a smooth, flat piece of lava rock.

  “I’ve got my token.”

  Jet’s mouth dropped open. “But how? We haven’t reached bottom yet.”

  “I brought it with me. Rules are for losers. Better luck next year.” He turned his back, dismissing her.

  Anger shot up from the tip of her tail fin to the top of her scalp like an electrical burn. Jet surged forward, bent her body in two and whammed her tail fin into the back of his scalp. A bubbling argh sound filtered down. The lava rock loosened from his grip and fell.

  “I won’t let you cheat me again,” she shouted, racing down with Orpheous hot on her tail.

  His voice vibrated close behind. “Ever ask yourself why winning means so much to you?”

  She frowned. “It just does.”

  “Look at you.” His tone was amused, condescending. “Hair so black it shines blue in the sun. So strong, so competitive. You’re nothing like Lily.”

  “Leave my sister out of it.” She hated hearing Lily’s name on his foul blue lips. “You’re trying to delay me with stupid chatter.”

  “True.” His voice was closer. “But the two of you look nothing alike. Ever suspect you are one of us?”

  One of the Blue Clan? Impossible. “Never,” Jet hissed. She swam faster, all the while expecting Orpheous to grab her tail fin and drag her down into the black abyss. At the volcano’s craggy bottom, she extended her fingers until they scraped hardened lava and extracted a loose nugget. Jet surged upward, passing Orpheous moments before he touched bottom.

  She pushed on, free of the volcano. Ahead, a crowd of merfolk perched on rocks, waiting for the winner to leap over Rainbow Rock and claim the golden trident.

  Jet had envisioned this moment for years. She gathered speed, dived downward and then thrust upward, breaching water. As she crested the rock, she savored the moment—the drops of water coating her naked breasts, the dark blue and purple tail-fin scales glinting in the afternoon sun and her sleek, muscled torso poised in a perfect arc before diving under the sea.

  She slowed and came to a halt at the winner’s platform, a tall, flat boulder where the head judge sat upon a chair of abalone shell, trophy in hand.

  She’d done it! Finally she’d won the grand prize.

  Jet held out her hand. Firth, a Blue Merman and former winner, was the honorary head judge. He examined the rock and scowled, blue lips twisting over sharp, pointy teeth.

  She looked past him and spotted her mother and cousins seated in the first row, smiling and waving.

  Orpheous swam to her side and Firth scowled at his fellow clan member. “You dishonor us. Yet, I must perform my duties.” He addressed the crowd. “Jet Bosarge is the winner,” he said flatly, then thrust the golden trident into Jet’s right hand.

  Her arm was still numb from the injury but she managed to close her fist over the solid gold trident, which nearly matched her height. Jet stomped the base of the trident in the sand three times and chanted, “As descendant of Poseidon, I claim my reward.”

  Instead of the thundering cheer Jet expected, the whistling and applause was decidedly lukewarm. Large swarms of merfolk swam away, moving on to the highly anticipated Siren Song event. Even her mother’s chair was now empty.

  “You know how this works,” Firth said, nodding at the trident. “On land, the trident will shrink to the size of a charm pendant. It contains a onetime wish, good for one year.”

  Jet bowed her head, eager to get away and watch Lily win the siren contest, but a strong hand closed over her arm. She frowned at the green talons and long fingers resembling seaweed.

  “Not so fast,” Orpheous said, rubbing her arm suggestively. “Come with me and meet others in your clan.”

  His breath smelled like fish guts and Jet tried not to visualize those jagged teeth ripping apart some tasty amberjack. “Go away, you thug fish.”

  Orpheous was seriously getting under her skin. Damn it, she was a Bosarge woman, descended from a long line of mermaids well-known for exceptional beauty and intelligence.

  He shrugged. “Deny all you like, but I see Blue in you.”

  Jet smacked his midsection with her tail fin and he doubled over. She swam as fast as an eel and made her escape. At the crowded Siren Song competition, she saw her family had not saved a place for her at the front of the stage.

  Jet regarded her mother and the rest of her family with new eyes. Every one of them was gorgeous, even by mermaid standards: petite, curvy bodies; pale, gleaming skin; lovely pastel hair tints and varying shades of blue eyes spanning from the lightest ultramarine to the deepest cobalt. All dripping with feminine allure and charm.

  Not for the first time, Jet considered her own black hair, cut short to prevent drag in the races, and eyes so dark only a hint of brown radiated from the irises. Mom had even chosen the name “Jet” because of their color. No, she wasn’t a precious gem like Ruby or Sapphire or Pearl. Jet was nothing more than fossilized wood that had fallen into stagnant waters; so common it could be found on most beaches.

  Clearly, she was no delicate aquatic flower like Lily.

  A hush swept over the crowd a
s Lily swam to the front of the rock and took her place. Lily raised a hand and the crowd hushed again.

  It was hard to call what came out mere singing. It was a symphony of sound, the epitome of tone meeting strength. Judges swam a hundred yards away, measuring the distance of the sound vibrations.

  Jet closed her eyes and let the notes wash over her. Even though Lily could charm humans above, her voice was at its purest undersea with the crystal notes melding in the currents.

  Jet gave a little shake and studied the seascape. All the hard training had been for naught. No one cared that she’d won the Undines’ Challenge. She scanned the crowd, all in awe of Lily.

  At least she had the trident. She would return home, and when Mom arrived later, she would use the trident’s onetime wish. Jet tried to catch her mother’s eye to wave goodbye, but Adriana’s gaze was locked on the fair Lily. Typical.

  She pictured Orpheous’s leering face. You are one of us.

  Was this why most merfolk shunned her? Why she felt like an outcast even among her own family? Could it be that her bloodline was mixed with the shunned Blue Clan?

  Soon, she would demand the answer.

  Chapter 1

  Perry’s back. Two words that shook Jet’s world, but not in a good way. She’d returned home from the Poseidon Games two nights ago, exhausted, when her cousin Shelly had broken the news.

  Jet sighed as she scanned the bored, impatient crowd packed inside the government-services waiting room, its ambience a curious mixture of sterility and shabbiness. The old building was painted an institutional green and smelled faintly of disinfectant, mold and stale coffee. In the lobby, cheap metal folding chairs were set up in rows.

  Outside, the morning rain beat down in gusting sheets. Jet eyed the few people roaming Main Street, searching for a certain build, that certain shock of brown hair and chiseled profile.

  Stop it. You’ll see Perry soon enough. And oh, how she’d make him pay. That rat would get on his knees, by Poseidon, and beg her forgiveness before she sent him on his way.