Coming Home for Christmas Read online




  Books by Fern Michaels

  Christmas at Timberwoods

  Betrayal

  Southern Comfort

  To Taste the Wine

  Sins of the Flesh

  Sins of Omission

  Return to Sender

  Mr. and Miss Anonymous

  Up Close and Personal

  Fool Me Once

  Picture Perfect

  About Face

  The Future Scrolls

  Kentucky Sunrise

  Kentucky Heat

  Kentucky Rich

  Plain Jane

  Charming Lily

  What You Wish For

  The Guest List

  Listen to Your Heart

  Celebration

  Yesterday

  Finders Keepers

  Annie’s Rainbow

  Sara’s Song

  Vegas Sunrise

  Vegas Heat

  Vegas Rich

  Whitefire

  Wish List

  Dear Emily

  The Godmothers Series:

  Final Edition

  Exclusive

  The Scoop

  The Sisterhood Novels:

  Home Free

  Déjà Vu

  Cross Roads

  Game Over

  Deadly Deals

  Vanishing Act

  Razor Sharp

  Under the Radar

  Final Justice

  Collateral Damage

  Fast Track

  Hokus Pokus

  Hide and Seek

  Free Fall

  Lethal Justice

  Sweet Revenge

  The Jury

  Vendetta

  Payback

  Weekend Warriors

  Anthologies:

  Making Spirits Bright

  Holiday Magic

  Snow Angels

  Silver Bells

  Comfort and Joy

  Sugar and Spice

  Let It Snow

  A Gift of Joy

  Five Golden Rings

  Deck the Halls

  Jingle All the Way

  Published by Kensington Publishing Corp.

  Coming Home for Christmas

  FERN MICHAELS

  ZEBRA BOOKS

  Kensington Publishing Corp.

  www.kensingtonbooks.com

  All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.

  Table of Contents

  Books by Fern Michaels

  Title Page

  Silver Bells

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Snow Angels

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Holiday Magic

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Fern Michaels Talks About Christmas

  Chapter One

  Copyright Page

  Silver Bells

  Chapter One

  Amy Lee stood at the railing on the second floor of her palatial home in Malibu, staring down with quiet intensity at her guests, mostly employees and a few acquaintances. The occasion was her annual Christmas party. Why she even bothered she had no idea.

  It had taken a crew of four three whole days to decorate the house from top to bottom. Another crew of three to decorate the outside. Christmas trees in every room, huge wreaths with red satin bows over all the mantels. Gossamer angels floated from ceiling wire, while a life-size stuffed Santa complete with a packed sleigh and a parade of elves circled the floor-to-ceiling fireplace that separated the great room from the dining room. The focal point of all the decorations.

  The mansion was festive to the nth degree, and she hated every bit of it. She could hardly wait for midnight, when she handed out the gifts and bonus checks, at which point the guests would make a beeline for the door, having done their duty by attending the festivities.

  Amy rubbed at her temples. She’d had a raging headache all day, and it looked like it was going to stay with her throughout the night. She knew she had to go back downstairs, paste a smile on her face, and somehow manage to get through the next hour. For the hundredth time she wished she was anywhere but here.

  Here was California. While she lived in Malibu, she worked in Hollywood, where she and all the other movie stars worked. Phony and superficial Hollywood—just like most of the people she worked with. But she’d learned how to play the game, and it was a game. If you wanted the star status that she had, you learned quickly what the rules were. And then you stuck to them.

  Amy always told herself she would know when it was time to get out. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected the time was now. At thirty-three she was fast approaching has-been status. New, rowdy, outrageous, flamboyant starlets were giving the paparazzi a run for their money in their bid for stardom, and it was working. It seemed like the world couldn’t live another day unless they read about one of the starlet’s underwear or lack thereof, or getting busted for drunk driving while underage or of age, then signing autographs for the arresting officers or going to jail for ignoring the law. Autographs to the highest bidder as they were being fingerprinted. Translation—big bucks at the box office.

  She wasn’t a prude, but she’d always prided herself on a certain decorum befitting her celebrity. She didn’t flit from affair to affair, she didn’t drink and drive, she didn’t do drugs, and she absolutely refused to do nude sex scenes in her movies. One of the tabloids recently called her dull and said she wouldn’t know what excitement was or an adrenaline rush if it hit her in the face. They were right.

  Amy looked down at the dress she was wearing. It was a plain Armani scarlet sheath befitting the holidays, with a slit up the leg. It draped perfectly over her body. Just the right neckline, just the right amount of sleeve. She’d walked the red carpet enough to know she looked glamorous in her sparkling gown. Just like all her female guests looked glamorous. Once she’d heard a rumor that if you wanted to attend an Amy Lee party, you had better dress down. At the time she’d thought it funny. Now, it wasn’t funny. Why was that?

  Her head continued to throb each time she put her foot on one of the steps. Thank God she’d made it to the bottom without her head splitting open. She walked among her guests, chatted, patted arms, smiled, and even giggled at something one of her employees said. She risked a glance at her watch. Fifty minutes to go. Three thousand seconds. It felt like a lifetime.

  It dawned on Amy that she’d been so busy with the party details that she hadn’t eaten a thing all day. Maybe if she ate something, the headache would go away.

  Amy made her way over to the buffet table. Earlier in the evening it had looked gorgeous, with a Christmas tree ice sculpture nestled in a circle of bright red poinsettias. The matching red candles had long ago burned down. Red candle wax pooled on the white tablecloth. The lobster and shrimp in their ice bowls, what was left of it, looked watery. The turkey and roast beef looked dry. The champagne fountain was as dry as the turkey and roast beef. She felt a surge of anger. Where were the people
she’d hired to take care of the table? Outside smoking cigarettes, that’s where. Did it even matter? When the last guest left, maybe she’d scramble herself some eggs.

  Forty minutes to go. Two thousand four hundred seconds. What she should do was go to the sleigh, pretend her watch was fast, and start handing out the presents and the bonus checks. There were expensive token gifts for the other guests, so they wouldn’t feel left out. Boy/girl gifts. Tomorrow it would be all over TMZ, Page Six, and anywhere else the gossips gathered. It was all part of playing the game.

  Amy moved closer to the sleigh, touched her secretary’s arm, and whispered. Word spread, and the guests started to mince their way toward the sleigh.

  Twenty minutes later it was all over, and she was standing at the door wishing the last guest a Merry Christmas. Two weeks early, the last guest pointed out. “But then, my dear, you always were ahead of the curve.” Amy forced a smile and stood in the open doorway until the last car pulled away from the driveway. The valet boys waved and walked down the driveway.

  Amy turned to go inside when she looked at her oversize magnificent front door. She loved everything about the house, but the front door was special. She’d had it made of mahogany and gone to great lengths to find a lumber mill to round it out so that it looked like a cathedral door. Anytime she had been interviewed at home, the reporters had taken pictures of her front door. A memory. She was going to miss it. Her eyes burned when she looked at the huge silver bells attached to a glorious red satin bow. The bells were hammered silver, specially made. The tone was so pure, so melodious, it always brought tears to her eyes when they rang. Another memory. Maybe she’d take the bells with her.

  Amy closed the huge door and locked it. Now she could relax. First, though, she walked about, turning off lights. The buffet table had been cleared and carried away. There was still noise in the kitchen, but she ignored it. She kicked off her heels and made her way to the sofa. She sat down, leaned back, and closed her eyes. It took a full minute to realize her headache was finally gone.

  The multicolored lights on the artificial tree winked at her. How pretty it looked in the dim light of the great room. In broad daylight it looked like just what it was—a fake tree with a bunch of junk hanging off it.

  As a child, back home in Pennsylvania, there had always been a floor-to-ceiling live tree that scented the entire house. Until that fateful Christmas when she was fourteen and allowed to go to the mall alone. Three days before Christmas, she’d gone to the mall with two of her friends. An hour into her shopping the police had come for her to tell her a gas explosion had rocked their house and killed her parents.

  The days afterward were still a blur. She knew she’d gone to her parents’ funeral, knew she stayed at her friend Katie’s house until her aunt Flo, a writer of travelogues, could be found. A week later she’d been located in Madrid, Spain. She’d rushed home, swooped Amy into her arms, then swooped her out to California, where Amy had lived ever since.

  There had been money, lots and lots of money that her aunt Flo invested for her. Huge insurance policies added to her robust nest egg. And the house was hers, too. The town had pitched in to repair the damage from the explosion, then closed up the house. Flo paid the taxes every year and said from time to time that they would go back, but they never did. Neighbors mowed the lawn in the summer and shoveled the snow in the winter. Kind people, caring people who had loved her parents. Flo said people in small towns looked out for one another. Amy believed it.

  She’d cried a lot back then because she missed her parents. Not that Flo wasn’t a wonderful substitute. She was, but it wasn’t the same as having a real mom. Flo had enrolled her in everything there was to enroll in—gymnastics, soccer, choir, art classes, music classes, the drama club—everything to keep her hours full. But at night, when she was alone in her pretty bedroom, which Flo had decorated herself, she would cry.

  Her world changed in her senior year when she had the lead in the school play. She’d given a rousing performance or so said the critics. A movie producer had shown up at the door five days later and asked her if she’d be interested in an audition with a photo op. Flo had raised her eyebrows and hovered like a mother hen in case it was some kind of scam. It wasn’t. Flo continued to hover, saying college was a must. Amy had agreed, and the studio worked around her studies. Back then she did two movies a year, not little parts, not big parts, but big enough for her to get noticed. And then the plum of all plums, the lead in a Disney movie. Her career took off like a rocket. Flo still hovered until she convinced herself that Amy could take care of herself. The only thing Flo had objected to was the name change from Amanda Leigh to Amy Lee. But in the end, when her niece said she was okay with it, Flo stepped aside and continued on with her own career, which she had put on hold to take care of Amy.

  Thanks to modern technology, aunt and niece stayed in touch daily. Time and scheduling permitting, they always managed at least one vacation a year together.

  Amy closed her eyes again as she ran the last phone call with Flo through her mind. Flo had called just as she was getting out of bed. She’d flopped back onto the pillows, and they talked for almost an hour. The last thing she’d said to her aunt before breaking the connection was, “I don’t want to do this anymore, Flo. I want to go home. I am going home. Tomorrow as a matter of fact. I bought my ticket two weeks ago.”

  “Just like that, you’re throwing it all away?” Flo had said.

  “Well, not exactly. I have two more pictures on my contract, and I don’t have to report to the studio till April of next year. I don’t know if I’m burned out, or I just need to get out of the business. Come April, I might be more than ready to go back. I will honor the contract, so that’s not a problem. Before you can ask, I am financially secure. You know I never touched my inheritance. I’ve got fifty times that amount from my earnings, and it’s all invested wisely. I’m okay, so don’t worry about me.”

  “Mandy, I just want you to be happy,” Flo said. She’d never once called her by her Hollywood name. “I want you to find a nice man, get married, have kids, get a couple of dogs, and be happy. It’s all I ever wanted for you. I’m just not sure you’re going to find happiness back in Pennsylvania.”

  “We should have gone back, Flo.”

  “Woulda, coulda, shoulda. I did what I thought was best. For you. So, you’re going to open up the house and . . . what . . . put down some roots?”

  “I don’t know, Flo. Maybe I’m looking for something that doesn’t exist, and you’re right, if I had wanted to go back earlier, I would have made your life miserable until you took me. The best I can come up with is, I wasn’t ready to go back. I’m ready now, and I’m going. It would be nice if you could find a way to join me. Hint, hint.”

  “Darling girl, I met a man! He has the soul of an angel, and don’t ask me how I know this. I just know it. He loves me, warts and all. He’s a simple man, never been out of Madrid. He lives on a farm. Owns the farm, actually. Never been on an airplane. I’ll ask him if he wants to spend Christmas with my movie star niece. He’s seen all your movies, by the way. He thinks you’re a nice-looking lass.”

  Amy laughed. “You getting married?”

  “The minute he asks me, I am, but he has to ask first. I have to run, Mandy. I have an appointment I can’t break. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Love you, Flo.”

  “And I love you, too.”

  Amy sighed. Flo had a boyfriend. At sixty-five, Flo had a boyfriend. Here she was, at thirty-three, without a prospect in sight. How weird was that?

  Amy gathered up the sequined shoes that matched her gown. She walked out to the kitchen to see if the caterers had cleaned up thoroughly. The kitchen was spotless. She locked the back door and turned out the light. The great room had a master switch that turned off all the tree lights as well as the overhead lights. The outside lights were set on a timer that would turn everything off a little before dawn.

  As she walked up the stairs
to the second floor she found herself wondering if Hank Anders still lived back home. Her first boyfriend. The first boy who had ever given her a gift. Hank had been the first boy to kiss her. On the lips. She hadn’t had a chance to tell him good-bye. Where was he right now? What was he doing? If he still lived in Apple Valley, would he remember her? Not likely, thanks to Flo and her transformation from small-town girl to glamorous Hollywood star. She’d had her nose done, gotten braces, wore contacts, and her hair was a different color. Flo had seen to it that her past stayed in the past. She’d never been able to figure that out. As far as her bio went, she was born and raised in California. Went to UCLA. End of story.

  Or was it the beginning?

  Chapter Two

  Henry Anders, also known as Cranky Hank Anders, hefted his oversize suitcase off the carousel and looked around for his sister-in-law, who had said she’d meet him in the baggage area. When he didn’t see her, he made his way to the closest EXIT sign. And then he saw her pushing a double stroller with the year-old twins, who were howling at the top of their lungs. He wondered if their high-pitched screams had anything to do with the way they were bundled up. Their mother looked just as frazzled as her offspring.

  Alice Anders stopped in her tracks and threw out her arms. “Hank! I’m so glad to see you! I’m sorry I’m late. There was traffic, and my two bundles of joy here are overdue for a nap. I had to park a mile away. I’m sorry. I left hours ahead of time just so I wouldn’t be late, and what happens, I’m late! Ohhh, I’m just so glad you’re here. I was dreading going through the holidays without Ben. I had an e-mail from him this morning, and he warned me not to be late; that’s why I left early. He said you hate to wait around for people.”

  Alice was a talker, he’d give her that. “No problem. Relax, Alice. I could just as easily have taken a cab or gotten a car service. I’m here, you’re here, that’s all that matters. The twins really grew since Easter. Ben said they’re walking now.”

 

    Safe and Sound Read onlineSafe and SoundSanta Cruise Read onlineSanta CruiseDeep Harbor Read onlineDeep HarborTruth and Justice Read onlineTruth and JusticeFar and Away Read onlineFar and AwayThe Christmas Stocking Read onlineThe Christmas Stocking18. Cross Roads Read online18. Cross RoadsTexas Sunrise Read onlineTexas SunriseTake Down (The Men of the Sisterhood) Read onlineTake Down (The Men of the Sisterhood)Sleigh Bells Read onlineSleigh BellsA Golden Tree Read onlineA Golden TreeAbout Face Read onlineAbout FaceTo Taste The Wine Read onlineTo Taste The WineTexas Rich Read onlineTexas Rich15. Vanishing Act Read online15. Vanishing ActTo Have and to Hold Read onlineTo Have and to HoldEyes Only Read onlineEyes OnlyFearless Read onlineFearless5. Sweet Revenge Read online5. Sweet RevengeA Season to Celebrate Read onlineA Season to CelebrateCut and Run Read onlineCut and Run8. Hide and Seek Read online8. Hide and SeekA Snowy Little Christmas Read onlineA Snowy Little ChristmasHidden Read onlineHiddenSins of the Flesh Read onlineSins of the Flesh3. Vendetta Read online3. VendettaDesperate Measures Read onlineDesperate MeasuresNo Way Out Read onlineNo Way OutLate Edition Read onlineLate Edition11. Collateral Damage Read online11. Collateral DamageTexas Heat Read onlineTexas HeatForget Me Not Read onlineForget Me Not4. The Jury Read online4. The Jury16. Deadly Deals Read online16. Deadly DealsPlain Jane Read onlinePlain JaneCrown Jewel Read onlineCrown JewelSweet Vengeance Read onlineSweet Vengeance19. Deja Vu Read online19. Deja VuPoint Blank Read onlinePoint BlankTruth or Dare Read onlineTruth or DareFamily Blessings (Cisco Family) Read onlineFamily Blessings (Cisco Family)Classified Read onlineClassifiedThe Blossom Sisters Read onlineThe Blossom SistersSpirited Away Read onlineSpirited AwayWishes for Christmas Read onlineWishes for ChristmasWhat You Wish For Read onlineWhat You Wish ForFancy Dancer Read onlineFancy Dancer14. Razor Sharp Read online14. Razor SharpI'll Be Home for Christmas Read onlineI'll Be Home for ChristmasVegas Sunrise Read onlineVegas SunriseTrading Places Read onlineTrading PlacesCharming Lily Read onlineCharming LilyCross Roads Read onlineCross RoadsBalancing Act Read onlineBalancing ActCinders to Satin Read onlineCinders to SatinA Family Affair Read onlineA Family AffairA Winter Wonderland Read onlineA Winter Wonderland17. Game Over Read online17. Game OverHokus Pokus (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 2) Read onlineHokus Pokus (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 2)Picture Perfect Read onlinePicture PerfectDear Emily Read onlineDear Emily9. Hokus Pokus Read online9. Hokus PokusCross Roads - Sisterhood book 18 Read onlineCross Roads - Sisterhood book 18Blindsided Read onlineBlindsidedFast Track Read onlineFast TrackHey, Good Looking Read onlineHey, Good LookingKentucky Heat Read onlineKentucky HeatYesterday Read onlineYesterdayWeekend Warriors Read onlineWeekend WarriorsComing Home for Christmas Read onlineComing Home for ChristmasVanishing Act Read onlineVanishing ActGotcha! Read onlineGotcha!Home Free Read onlineHome FreeFast Track (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 3) Read onlineFast Track (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 3)Holly and Ivy Read onlineHolly and IvyFool Me Once Read onlineFool Me OnceThe Most Wonderful Time Read onlineThe Most Wonderful TimeExclusive Read onlineExclusiveJingle All the Way Read onlineJingle All the WayVendetta Read onlineVendettaKentucky Rich Read onlineKentucky RichLethal Justice Read onlineLethal JusticeThe Future Scrolls Read onlineThe Future ScrollsDeja Vu Read onlineDeja VuGetaway Read onlineGetawayMistletoe Magic Read onlineMistletoe MagicSeasons of Her Life Read onlineSeasons of Her LifeWhen the Snow Falls Read onlineWhen the Snow FallsBreaking News Read onlineBreaking News2. Payback Read online2. PaybackUnder the Radar Read onlineUnder the RadarSerendipity Read onlineSerendipityHigh Stakes Read onlineHigh StakesNeed to Know Read onlineNeed to KnowCaptive Innocence Read onlineCaptive InnocenceCountdown Read onlineCountdownReturn to Sender Read onlineReturn to SenderFast and Loose Read onlineFast and LooseSara's Song Read onlineSara's SongRazor Sharp Read onlineRazor Sharp6. Lethal Justice Read online6. Lethal JusticeHokus Pokus Read onlineHokus Pokus13. Under the Radar Read online13. Under the Radar7. Free Fall Read online7. Free FallCollateral Damage Read onlineCollateral DamageWhitefire Read onlineWhitefireUpside Down Read onlineUpside DownSouthern Comfort Read onlineSouthern ComfortCelebration Read onlineCelebration1. Weekend Warriors Read online1. Weekend Warriors10. Fast Track Read online10. Fast TrackMaking Spirits Bright Read onlineMaking Spirits BrightSilver Bells Read onlineSilver BellsHoliday Magic Read onlineHoliday MagicChristmas At Timberwoods Read onlineChristmas At TimberwoodsCaptive Embraces Read onlineCaptive EmbracesWinter Wishes Read onlineWinter WishesListen To Your Heart Read onlineListen To Your HeartKentucky Sunrise Read onlineKentucky SunriseTuesday's Child Read onlineTuesday's ChildFinal Justice Read onlineFinal JusticeFree Fall Read onlineFree FallNo Safe Secret Read onlineNo Safe SecretDeadly Deals Read onlineDeadly DealsWish List Read onlineWish ListPretty Woman Read onlinePretty WomanPayback Read onlinePaybackMr. And Miss Anonymous Read onlineMr. And Miss AnonymousThe Scoop Read onlineThe ScoopIn Plain Sight Read onlineIn Plain SightThe Nosy Neighbor Read onlineThe Nosy NeighborFinal Justice: Sisterhood Series #5 Read onlineFinal Justice: Sisterhood Series #5Sins of Omission Read onlineSins of OmissionThe Jury Read onlineThe JuryCaptive Secrets Read onlineCaptive SecretsHide and Seek (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 1) Read onlineHide and Seek (The Sisterhood: Rules of the Game, Book 1)Crash And Burn Read onlineCrash And BurnSweet Revenge Read onlineSweet RevengeSecret Santa Read onlineSecret Santa20. Home Free Read online20. Home FreeGame Over Read onlineGame OverFor All Their Lives Read onlineFor All Their Lives12. Final Justice Read online12. Final JusticeHideaway Read onlineHideawayPerfect Match Read onlinePerfect Match