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- Herausgeber: Cora Buhlert
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When her boyfriend dumps her four weeks before Christmas, Hannah throws herself into holiday preparations in order to dull the pain. But nothing seems to help, until Hannah quite literally bumps into Owen, while Christmas shopping.
Hannah and Owen hit it off immediately. But Owen is nursing an old grief of his own…
This is a short and sweet holiday romance of 5900 words or approximately 20 print pages.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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Christmas Shopping with a Broken Heart
by Cora Buhlert
Bremen, Germany
Copyright © 2016 by Cora Buhlert
All rights reserved.
Cover image © by Elena Barenbaum, Dreamstime
Cover design by Cora Buhlert
Pegasus Pulp Publications
Mittelstraße 12
28816 Stuhr
Germany
www.pegasus-pulp.com
Christmas Shopping with a Broken Heart
A blast of hot air hit Hannah in the face, as she passed through the revolving doors into Hickory Ridge Mall. She blinked and promptly found herself assaulted by lights. Christmas lights everywhere, glittering, gleaming, flashing, dazzling.
The mall looked as if a Chinese holiday decorations factory had vomited all over its interior. There were garlands, decorated Christmas trees, adorable animatronic dolls and plush toys reenacting fairytale scenes and floating above it all, glimmering stars dangling from the vaulted glass ceiling.
Any other year, Hannah would have found the decorations charming. She would have admired the trees and the stars and the garlands and would have made a point of walking all through the mall, even those parts where she had no business, to see every single animatronic fairytale scene.
But not this year. This year, Hannah just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm neither for the decorations nor the mall nor the season itself. Whatever joy the holiday season had once given her had shrivelled and died, withered like a Christmas tree by mid January.
Whatever Christmas spirit she’d once possessed had flown, had left along with Adam. Adam, her boyfriend of two years, the guy she was going to marry one day, the guy she was sure would give her an engagement ring this Christmas, the guy who had broken up with her the day after Thanksgiving and had instead given that engagement ring to some other girl, the girl with whom he’d had a one-night stand and who was having his baby now.
Fuck him! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck him — and her, too.
Hannah barrelled through the crowd, darting and dodging slower shoppers who seemed to have all the time in the fucking world. Most of the time, she managed to successfully evade every obstacle, but once she bumped into a man who yelled, “Lighten up, sweetie, it’s Christmas,” after her.
Hannah heroically restrained herself from swearing at or punching him.
From loudspeakers all over the mall, Elvis was wailing about having a “Blue Christmas”.
“Yeah, you and me both,” Hannah thought.
She found a quiet spot — quiet compared to the rest of the mall, that was — behind a Christmas tree and pulled out her smartphone. She flipped open the cover and called up the shopping list app.
Mom didn’t do smartphones, she still wrote her shopping lists by hand on paper. Maybe Hannah should simply have snapped a photo of the paper list, but Mom’s handwriting was hard enough to decipher as it was, so she’d painstakingly typed every single item on a very long list into her phone. After all, she had time. Time was the one thing she had more than enough of this year.
While they’d been together, Hannah had never really noticed how much time she spent with Adam. Nor had she noticed how Adam had gradually invaded every aspect of her life, slowly displacing friends, hobbies, TV shows, movies, books — all the things she’d liked to do before she met him — until all that was left was just Adam. Hannah had never even wondered about that. She figured it was just one of those things that happened, when you were in a committed relationship.
Last year and the year before — the Adam years, she should probably call them — Hannah had been massively busy and stressed around Christmas. There were simply so many things to do, decorations to put up, presents to buy, food to prepare, plus work and university and Mom and Dad and Adam, of course. Most of all, Adam.
This year, there was just as much to do in the weeks before Christmas, but with the Adam-shaped hole in her life, Hannah suddenly found hersel [...]
